Wednesday, February 25, 2015

hyde park thursday poetry rally week 81: (Feb 25- March 11, 2015)

Greetings, Dear Poets who support and enjoy our rally:

Welcome to  Week 81, February 25 -March 11, 2015,  Everyone or every poet who blogs is welcome!

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Please read and answer the following questions before participating Poets Rally week 81:
#1: Is your poem for Poets Rally week 81 original? Please say YES or NO.
#2: Your entry shall be written for Thursday Poets Rally week 81, if you enter your piece to another online meme in the future or have done so previously, please let me know and mention it in your entry post. Please say YES or NO, thanks.
#3: By linking your poetry in, you are automatically a participant, which implies that you allow Poets Rally officials, and other Poets Rally officials or participants unlimited access to your blog posts during the week, and you will NOT complain about how often people have visited or commented for your work. Do you agree? Please give a clear YES or NO.
#4: To be counted as active poet next time, you must meet the requirements:

1): Return favors to those who have commented for you,
2): visit and comment for 12 to 18 poets from participants list. You have up to 14 days to make a minimum 12  comments, take your time! Are you going to fulfill requirements with your best knowledge? Please say YES or No.
#5: If you have answered YES to the FOUR questions above, now you are expected to keep your words. Once you fulfill your bi-weekly requirement, you are formally a participant. 
As a participant, you are representing Thursday Poets Rally, no personal biases, no negative comment, or email gossips are encouraged or tolerated. You are expected to follow the rules, focus on public commenting and encouragement, you do your own contribution, and respect decisions made by fellow poets or Poets Rally officials…Are you willing to work on building a positive, encouraging, and respectful poetry community by being modest, cool, and professional? YES or No, Please respond.
Please answer all 5 questions,  …Let us know after you are done… with this agreement, we are clear about our duty and complaints or potential issues are avoided…

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The linkz will remain open for two entire weeks, take your time, do make at least 12- 18 comments to your peers and LEAVE A COMMENT under this post to let us know after you are done.  ;)

A sample poetry form post is here, that’s a way for you to write narrative poetry

Tuesday, February 24, 2015

the window to the world at poets rally week 80 on life of a poet interview (30): Roslyn Ross

Can you tell us about yourself?I am an Australian and have been writing poetry since I was a child. I have a deep interest in the esoteric, as well as health, mind/body, mythology, psychology and spirituality. I also study Astrology and Homeopathy.
Which country do you live in now? What’s your profession? be general, no need to specify your location...I currently live in Malawi, in Africa. I am a poet,  writer, editor, journalist.

We’re happy that you have been part of Poets Rally as a participant, what has driven you to where you are in this particular community? Poetry communities are stimulating and supportive.

How long have you been blogging? Do you think being part of a poetry community contributes to your creative writing?I have been blogging for about seven years. Yes, communities contribute.

Why poetry? Do you write fiction too?I have written five novels, one book of non-fiction based on four years in Angola during the civil war and am working on a fifth novel and two ancestry books.

Please share 3 to 5 blog links you enjoy reading most, give 1 or 2 sentences to tell why you love their creative process.

I don't have time for too much more. I like both because there are interesting prompts and interesting people.

How do you know when a poem is done? your own experiences need to be shared here...It feels done.

How do you decide when a poem is "good"? Do you redo your own poems after they’re posted? it could be poem someone else written...I don't. If I am satisfied it is what it is - others use good and bad.
No, I never rewrite and basically just tweak. The poems write themselves.

Do you think music and poetry are related? Why?Everything is related.

What issues are closed to your heart? Women’s rights, child abuses, etc.…name one…Spirituality

What’s your other hobbies besides writing? Do you have pets? Give us a picture if you own a pet.Cooking, reading, painting ... and no pets in Africa.

Please list your blog links below, share 1 or 2 poems that represents best of your poetry talent…

Thanks in advance.


Flags in sullen colors blew bruises on the day,

the memories fell dead, hope's balloon had lost its way,

and grief did fish those waters, the specter rising high,

a shroud upon the moment, to flush the waters dry.

Chromosomes did mutter in glue of life bestowed,

the mountain of eternity where God like liquid flowed,

as falling from the heights, that tragedy of life,

where years like raging pirates, waged in brutal strife.

The buffalo had gathered, saplings bowed their heads,

wildflowers lay like words, waiting to be read,

no famine in this birthing, the chorus wild and free,

as nature spoke in beauteous pun, laughing gleefully.

Love did wander widely, like deer on endless plain,

while Fates did dance through mindless minutes made,

in whirlwind of remembering, that clawing at the edge,

the streetlamp lit so fitfully; the past was surely dead.

The scales of now had settled into rocking space,

fossil held, the minute turned to stone, no grace,

oceans swallowed passion, the flesh of Eros cold;

decades drowned the days; youth had now grown old.


The day carries its own load,
forgotten moments, buried,
repressed, denied, dismissed;
like packages tied neatly and

then packed carefully into
a space, which can be then
covered over, as if it had
never been, and yet, it was

and still is, and remains in
its own dark truth, despite
the fact that it cannot be
easily seen, unless time is

taken to uncover, unwrap,
release, and make real and
raw, that which was once
consigned to the grave of

painful, non-being, as if
in the removing from the
now, it could be taken out
of existence, and cut from

the cloth of being, which
remained; but of course,
the shape was always seen
and as the edges frayed,

even then, its form could
not be denied, caste eternal
in those marks which called
forever true and always

known, even though, the
eye and mind could discern
no fixed shape - still, it
lives and surely grieves.

Monday, February 23, 2015

referring to week 80 hyde park poetry palace shape poetry or participants talent show (30): Thingy

when it comes to shape poetry, it is hard to find many quality ones although many of us indeed write

here I find Thingy's poem is very profound in its own way:

Sunday, February 22, 2015

referring to week 80, inspiration of the week (31): two poems by Nefarious X

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The Physics of Pain

"Hold my head,we'll trampoline
finally through the roof
on to somewhere near and far in time"- Pixies

"Energy can neither be created nor destroyed"
It just changes, like people change,
like minds change.

I suspect she has decided to keep moving.
"An Object in motion will stay in motion."
While I stay here waiting.
Unsure who has left and who I expect to return.

"The greater the mass of the object being accelerated,
 the greater the amount of force needed"
But you don't have to force him to go.
Just starve the poor bastard.
He will grow smaller and smaller.
As you grow further and further away.

Beams of light poured out of me uncontrollably.
I call it love.
I busted  my heart wide open.
I "broke it" myself.

I've never wanted to be alive,
so badly before.

"For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction."
What I know is coming next, will be pain so perfect and complete,
it will not matter who has left, or if they return.

All that matters is who has remained, remains.

Monday, December 15, 2014

Lovely Riah

(B Side)

" 'I'm just a boy with a new haircut'
And that's a pretty nice haircut"- Pavement

Zahra cuts my hair and tells me about Morocco.
I make her laugh.  So she tells me about the
time an elderly stylist cut off some guy’s eyebrows. She makes me laugh.
She teases my hair as she cuts it.
Making sure it’s just right. She says she loves Elvis.
Shes says who wouldn't.
She turns off the clippers so we can talk.
By the time she is done, she is proud of her work.
I ask for her card but realize I've taken out my phone.

I add a little something extra to her tip.
She unleashes me onto an unsuspecting world.

I feel fucken cool.I look fucken cool.
So far one person agrees.