Down cold barring
What is a sherku?
When the small clouds blow quickly
through the sky, shadows play
the breeze for all its worth
Cold enough that the frost
protected by the shade
sugar coated the green grass
It’s no wonder they call it
Lost if all the best cowboys
Have daddy issues
seven score and five years
later these hallowed grounds
still yield awesome stories
They choose to stand leaning
With the train on the curves
Rather than sit middle seat
We turn at Great Blue Hill
No stopping this train, city
Bound this hopeful morning
By the pole where she stands
Eating her bagel, she can’t
See the hopeful sunrise
My train seat doesn’t
Line up to show me a good
View of the hopeful sunrise
Reading about mackerel
The train pulls out of Walpole
Hopeful sun rising
meeting canceled; no need for
live reporting; can
catch up on other writing
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You could pal with Huck and Tom
Skipping stones across the
Water and laugh out loud
Let us endeavor so to
Live that when we come to
Die, the whole sky will cry
He told stories of people
That plumbed the depths
Of American life
When we lose the right to be
Different we lose the
Privilege to be free
What do I want the people
To think and say when I
Have left this world behind?
...
What do you want the people
To think and say when you
Have left this world behind?
No person is your friend
Who demands your silence
Or denies your right to grow
I find it hard to believe
That I am older than
My mother lived to be
Who are the people making
These touchstone meals
That drove Proust to memory
What I do affects you
What you do affects me
We are interconnected
Go slowly, eat a good meal
Served well, at a place
Like Topolobampo
The endless list of things
To do; don’t let it get
In the way of living life
Tess just needed some help
Getting to sleep, a story
A song, a restful word
Love means for you to love
that which is unlovable
or it's not love at all
I merely gathered the
Energy it takes to pout
And wrote me some good blues
Sometimes getting lost creates
The learning but you have to
Get off the ship first
Sometimes letting go is
Just shedding like a snake
Sheds its skin in times of growth
Most of the shadows in this life
Are caused by us standing
In our own sunshine
On this flight we call life
Choose your seatmates wisely
Sit with folks you would embrace
See the tiny ninjas!
Sometimes life comes down to
An effort to just show up
Landscape architects have a
Name for dirt paths that
Take us where we want to go
Do not go where the path may
lead go instead where there is
no path; leave a trail
Migrant birds hear a
Voice within; if only we
Would listen to it also
This is just to say
Grapes would be a good snack
If not left in my car today
What is a special occasion
But one reason to get
Yourself all dressed up
This, the highest task for
Two people, protect the
Solitude of the other
For two people to bond
They need to protect the
Solitude of the other
In these typed text the symbols
Could be any ones but it
Is your voice we hear
Pushing yourself past that
Envelop of comfort is
Where the big stuff happens
You should be very proud
Of every thing you put
In your portfolio
Full circle around the globe
That denim, those rivets
That distinctive red tag
What is the magic yardstick
Against which we measure
Our true worth in this world?
So many feel like they’re
Waiting to hear “Your good,
I give you permission”
I have “Awesome God”, “Here I am
To worship”, bring
Everything just in case
They’re all made up. Some so
Ingrained that we can no
Longer see they are toast rules
Creativity is breaking
Out of old patterns to
See things in new ways
Is my reality
Any more real than yours?
How long is Britain’s coast line?
When they don’t get it, try
Going to where they are, see
Things from their perspective
We should love what we do
And I mean be truly
Deeply passionate for it
Time to bring out those Jane Fonda
Legwarmers you keep in
The basement dresser
He gave cash to those in need
By pretending to find it
Granting dignity
It’s autumn, trees blaze with
Color then drop their leaves
In spring buds will sprout again
The attachment to being
Right is as much a sin
As lusting for something
Seeing a still picture
Of wheat is not like a
Field of wheat in the breeze
People who don’t have any
One to turn to could be
Right next to you, say hi
This was inspired by Patti Digh and her new book Life is a Verb.
What is a sherku?
for JM
What is a sherku?
For Patti Digh on her book Life is a Verb
It helps to check the math, I had originally hand calculated 37 x 37 to get the result of 37 x 77. Fortunately, I woke up and caught my error.
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Originally posted on the Joyful Jubilant Learning blog
Originally posted on the Joyful Jubilant Learning blog
There was a lad from Pawtucket
who now had to rhyme with suck it
but he did not dare
as he did not swear
so he found a way to duck it
Originally posted on the Joyful Jubilant Learning blog
Celebrate the first national Poem In Your Pocket Day!
The idea is simple: select a poem you love during National Poetry Month then carry it with you to share with co-workers, family, and friends on April 17.
Poems from pockets will be unfolded throughout the day with events in parks, libraries, schools, workplaces, and bookstores. Create your own Poem In Your Pocket Day event using ideas below or let us know how you will celebrate Poem In Your Pocket Day by emailing npm@poets.org.
In this age of mechanical and digital reproduction, it's easy to carry a poem, share a poem, or start your own PIYP day event. Here are some ideas of how you might get involved: