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A Year of Being Here: poets & poems a-m
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A Year of Being Here. Daily mindfulness poetry by wordsmiths of the here and now. Poets and poems a-m. Poets and poems n-z. Poets and poems a-m. This page lists those poets whose last names begin with A-M. It is our hope that by giving full credit to the poets, citing bibliographic sources and linking to webpages about these wordsmiths and their work, more good is done than harm. We are grateful to the poets and their publishers for their forbearance. The Poetry of Ordinary Time.". AMMONS, A. R. BACA, Ji...
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: October 2014
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Tuesday, October 21, 2014. October 2014 Poetry Challenge Winner. Zinnias (Photo ©. The October Poetry Challenge was judged by Mary Jo Balistreri, whose poem was used as the prompt this month. She selected "Beautiful Things," by Jenene Ravesloot, who is winner for the second consecutive month. Fresh-cut stiff stemmed zinnias straight from. The garden, dome-shaped yellow zinnias, multi-. Colored zinnias, red zinnias with single rows. In a tall glass vase. Photo of Grandmoth...
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: August 2014
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Thursday, August 28, 2014. Finally a Winner - A Poem about an Iconic Structure. Richard had commented in his email, “. Here is my poem based on the iconic churches of St. Denis and Chartres, a suggestion of the inspiration for Gothic architecture, with its opening up of space and light, replacing Romanesque.” Here is his poem:. The Abbot in Autumn. Abbot Suger surely stood. Beneath an aisle of ancient trees. And marveled at its height,. Its rise and great limbs arching.
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: July Challenge Winner - An Advice Poem
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Friday, July 31, 2015. July Challenge Winner - An Advice Poem. The winning poem in the July Poetry Challenge uses a metaphor from soccer to advise a young poet. It is a fairly complex metaphor, but then soccer and the writing of poetry are complex, each in its own way. Here is the winning poem:. Advice to a Young Poet. You don’t have to love. But know it will be your. Hit readers with the shine. Of new currency, or tarnish. The dank water of a well. You feel it,. The judg...
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Highland Park Poetry
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Thanks and Contact Info. A Celebration of Words. Highland Park Poetry welcomes all poets - there is no geographic limitation. For more information on how to become a Participating Poet, query info@highlandparkpoetry.org. Poet, historian, avid walker and hiker, celebrates her immigrant s journey from. S Humboldt Park Neighborhood in the early 1960 s to. In 2000 with her poetry collection It s Long way from. To the Shores of Highland Park. She has collaborated with several. Is a published poet and longtime...
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Bios of Poets in the Illinois State Poetry Society
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Bio Page for ISPS Poets. Alphabetical by poet's last name). Poem Index by Poet. Poem Index by Title. Search only ISPS site. Susan B. Auld. John L. Axtell. Camille A. Balla. Sandra M. Bringer. Margarete A. Cantrall. James L. Corcoran. John D. Evans. Earl V. Fischer. Jonathan Foster, OFM. John J. Gordon. Shai Y. Har-El. Patricia A. Hare. Pamela D. Hirte. Sister Meg Holden, FSP. Karen H. Honnold. Lonna D. Kingsbury. Joseph J. Kozma, M.D. Lucy M. Logsdon. Rowena R.R.A. Maalikulmulk. Martha S. Moss. Ambrose-V...
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: June 2014
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Friday, June 27, 2014. June 2014 Poetry Challenge Winner. I am the wind. The weary sailor looks out to sea. Mirrored in the glassy stillness of the water. Raising his rope scarred fist to the sky. He curses and rails. Then pleads and prays. A dot of red. Dancing against a summer-blue sky. Tethered to the small hand. Of a laughing child. I watch the joy of the tiny figure. I could leave; I could steal. Instead, I play. An old woman, some say a crone. Bent with her years.
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: May 2014
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Thursday, May 29, 2014. May 2014 Poetry Challenge Winners. The May judge was Caroline Johnson, President of Poets and Patrons of Chicago. She selected first, second and third place poems. It is interesting that the first and third place poems had the same abstract title. They are very different, though. The first place poem is a Pantoum; the second and third place poems are both free verse. Here is the first place winner:. Sunlight on spring day promises something new.
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: September 2014
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Tuesday, September 30, 2014. September 2014 - Winning List Poems. Photo Credit: Karin Addis. Wisconsin poet Janet Leahy picked the winners of the September challenge – a list poem. The first place poem is “Cats” by Jenene Ravesloot. A feral female cat with bulging pregnant sides,. An old grey tomcat with one torn ear and damaged. Voice box that leaves him miming his meows at 6 am,. A tortoiseshell tabby cat with crusted eyelids and runny. And thinks they’re sneaky. Love t...
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge: May 2015
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Wilda Morris's Poetry Challenge. Wednesday, May 20, 2015. Judy Roy, whose poem was used as one of the prompts for the May Challenge, a poem regarding roles, selected "Learning to ride a bike" as the winning submission. Congratulations to the poet, Nancy Ann Schaefer. This is a poignant poem about role reversal. Learning to ride a bike. To the parents I once knew: The Dad. Who danced sock-footed as I balanced. On his toes, Old Spice. Tickling my nose. The Mom who taught. Shaken and spent, my telltale hands.