Poem of the Week - from the blue

Selected by Pamela Sayers
This poem can be found at:

from the blue


sometimes I tire of reading, everything in blue

and choose an earthen stone

to ease this crusted mind

a blanket breath

of copper that begs this mortal heart

cast a shield

cast an armor from the blue

from all that is given or known of time

take passage, take a wisdom, take rest

in solitude of still

where a boundless sun

knows capture by a lady, a goddess of his own

with a virtues bail required

allowing life's repose - composed by harp of Lyra

to an ancient siren's song

(blue) awaiting

ransom by a Pharaoh

or a

wistful cloud that

drifts along

~bkmackenie

Lyra is a Northern Hemisphere constellation - the Lyre or Harp

posted for One Shoot Sunday - Photo by Sean McCormick

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Poem of the Week - Because

Selected by Pamela Sayers
This poem can be found at:

The Trouble With Being Strong

Because


is a blackboard brush,
chalky from erasing veracity,

leaving only
apologetic rationalization
on display.

I will love you forever
because
your hat is swimming in the sewer.

You are safe with me
because
there’s a face in the washing machine.

I’m running off to Fiji
because
rats are fornicating in the refrigerator.

I must leave now
because
the cereal dish is crying in your briefcase.

You can’t go with me
because
last night my left big toe evaporated.

You feel devastated
because
tomorrow’s flowers are throwing their quills.
I am going to regret my decision
because
a rabid tree in Africa foams from the armpits.

I am glad we had a life together
because
the hyena has grapefruits for breasts.
Our demise was inevitable
because
the blackboard brush spoke so clearly.


~ Diane Truswell

(This poem was selected by Pamela Sayers.  She is currently one of our contributors and poets found here at Poets United.  Pamela aka Flaubert is a wonderful supporter of Poets United and is always willing to help or comment. If you would like to learn more about Pamela or read some of her poetry you can visit her blog "Poetry With Me" or just return to us to see more of her posts. 

Poem of the Week - Ode To A Wrecking Ball 7/Dec/2010

Selected by Pamela Sayers
This poem can be found at:

Bubba's Place

Ode To A Wrecking Ball


Some people decry letting old places die.
Cringing at the thought when bulldozers are brought
to knock down the walls of decrepit dance halls.

With their voices raised and eyes wet and glazed
they bemoan this ‘great loss’ like it’s Jesus on the cross.
They simply cannot see that all stories are History.

Sentiment for old shelves is us trying to save ourselves
trying not to be forgotten when our children plant new cotton.
New buildings and new dreams replace those old, dry-rotted beams.

These vast empty shells where dust and ghosts dwell
do no good for the living and that’s their misgiving.
Heart-felt, emotional pleas against hard financial realities.

Stuck in once-upon-a-time, aging starlet past her prime
once glorious and new, now forgotten like an old shoe.
Better to remember May and forget November.

Turn-of-the-century wonder will soon be torn asunder
as its Art Deco charm falls without much alarm.
Architecture is divine when the taxes are not mine.

Buildings aren’t meant for the dead, but for those left in their stead
to use as long as they’re needed, ‘til the usefulness is exceeded.
Then best that they be replaced than just left there to go to waste.

~ Eric Adler

Poem of the Week - The Glass you gave me is emptiful 9/Nov/2010

Selected by Pamela Sayers
This poem can be found at:

Caught In The Stream

The glass you gave me is emptiful

Watch me closely, God,
though you’ve seen it all before.

I’ve got the universe up my sleeve
and it’s itching for a sleight,
if you’re willing to be conned.

The stardust filling Aquarius
has poured for countless millennia
and it won’t brim the bottomless cup
of your oceanic blues.

That’s the warm-up for Lepus
who, lean and polar-white, leaps
out from my flipped-over cap
and is chased by the steel-plied
Orion’s hankering for roast hare.

Hunger-driven this heaven hunter
has a saggy belt; his sword’s tip drags,
slicing Gemini in two,
but twins can’t be parted long
and divinely grasping Pollux clasps
Castor’s pause anew.

Conjoined, they bow together
under showers of milky petals
kissing no-longer
furrowed brows till black
velvet curtains fall
and are followed by your eons of
endearing applause.

~ Francis Scudellari

(This poem was selected by Pamela Sayers.  She is currently one of our contributors and poets found here at Poets United.  Pamela aka Flaubert is a wonderful supporter of Poets United and is always willing to help or comment. If you would like to learn more about Pamela or read some of her poetry you can visit her blog "Poetry With Me" or just return to us to see more of her posts. 

The Life of a Poet - Pamela Sayers

By Sherry Blue Sky

“The art of writing is the art of discovering.” Of course we need a quote from Gustave Flaubert for this interview! Yes, we are sitting down this week with Pamela, who writes under the pen name Flaubert, at Poetry With Me.




When someone who loves poetry sees the name Flaubert in Comments, or on the blogroll of poets, one simply has to click their way over to her site, already anticipating good poetry, and Pamela does not disappoint. Flaubert has another quote, which certainly applies in this case: “Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry.” Reading Pamela’s poetry, many words come to mind: precise, concise, evocative......her work is filled with imagery and emotion and imagination, in fact vision may be the word I’m reaching for.

Poem of the Week (20 July 2010) - Where

This poem can be found at:

"Poetry with me ..."

Where


Everyone asks me where are you going?

What is it you will do with your life now?


I have no answers to these questions

Where am I going?

And what will I do with my life now?


Where is a relative space in time

What means nothing to me


Where did you go?

What are you doing?


Those are the answers that I want

I feel the cold it chills me


I have my dreams and my desires

Where is not important and what I do is less


Where is on a beach watching the waves come upon the shore

I miss what you were doing and regardless of me

Where are you?

What is it you do now without me?

By  flaubert