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Sunday, July 31, 2011

Poetry Potluck Week 46 : Love and its not being there...

There is No More Sunday Depression or Monday Blues because it is 
Poetry Potluck Time!!!
This week’s theme is...
Love and its not being there”

Welcome to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 46, and I must thank you all for such a lovely response we got with your posts. It was nice to be there and read all your lovely posts and enjoy the talent of the diverse group of people this online community attracts. So here I am again  SHASHI going on to my 4th week of Poetry Potluck.
 "Othello and Desdemona" by Alexandre-Marie Colin, 1829

Now coming to Poetry Potluck theme of this week Love and its not being there!!!... We, at most of the times love, based on thoughts and feelings that our lover gives. We feel the togetherness and being happy without any logical reason ... that is love... Some one said, love is a feeling you feel that you are going to feel a feeling, that you have never felt before. But then suddenly everything changes, you are left without the person you loved completely, without any way to let her/him know that how much it means to be with her/him. His or her feelings change for you because something changed in her/his environment and you are left holding your shattered heart... What do you do? Here I find the words as therapeutic and as means to heal yourself... and this is what this weeks theme is all about.... Healing yourself with your words to be what you could have been.... and share your those moments, when you realised the LOSS...

To give you heads up, I have selected some interesting verse’s below... enjoy and be inspired... you don’t need to have a broken heart to write...

What About Next Week?

For Week 47, we will have theme History and Storieswhere you are required to write how our history has so many stories that have attracted people of all ages and inspired many great talents to write amazing stories...  you have the freedom to write anything new or share any old poems with us, either theme fitting or theme unrelated... Hope that would be great fun too...

Leaving that aside, let's get back to the main topic here. 3...2...1-

Here are some interesting poetry to inspire you to write about “Love and its not being there”....

To honor one of the greatest writer in English, I am reproducing one of the most beautiful and powerful words of love [In my opinion.. ;-)] here.... from Othello.

This verse below is a dialogue between Othello (Othello is, in one sense of the word, by far the most romantic figure among Shakespeare's heroes;) and Desdemona, when Othello comes back from war....

My dear Othello!

It gives me wonder great as my content
To see you here before me. O my soul's joy!
If after every tempest come such calms,
May the winds blow till they have waken'd death!
And let the labouring bark climb hills of seas
Olympus-high and duck again as low
As hell's from heaven! If it were now to die,
'Twere now to be most happy; for, I fear,
My soul hath her content so absolute
That not another comfort like to this
Succeeds in unknown fate.

The heavens forbid
But that our loves and comforts should increase,
Even as our days do grow!

Amen to that, sweet powers!
I cannot speak enough of this content;
It stops me here; it is too much of joy:
And this, and this, the greatest discords be
[Kissing her]
That e'er our hearts shall make!

William Shakespeare
(baptised 26 April 1564; died 23 April 1616)
Text and Image Source
Alfred, Lord Tennyson's Maud: A mono drama was written in July 1855 and reviewers were alarmed by the hysteria and morbidity of central character that they sneeringly called it Mad or Mud. But it was a huge financial success.
One evening after publication of Maud, while staying with Browning, Tennyson drank TWO bottles of port and became disconsolate about the poem's critical reception and his virtual neglect before 1842. In a bid to distract him, Elizabeth Browning, urged him to read Maud aloud to them, which he happily obliged with tremendous vigour and tears running down his cheeks...

Part 1 Section XI
O let the solid ground
Not fail beneath my feet
Before my life has found
What some have found so sweet;
Then let come what come may,
What matter if I go mad,
I shall have had my day.

Let the sweet heavens endure,
Not close and darken above me
Before I am quite sure
That there is one to love me;
Then let come what come may
To a life that has been so sad,
I shall have had my day.
Alfred, Lord Tennyson
(Aug 6, 1809 - Oct 6, 1892)

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मः शिवा
Om Namah Shivaya

Friday, July 29, 2011

SUNDAY RALLY DISPATCH: News, Views, Interviews, and Events

Sunday Rally Dispatch brought to you this week by Jamie Dedes (Musing by Moonlight).
ON THIS DAY in 1950 Marc Jampole, an American poet, public relations executive, and former television news reporter, was born. His poems are published in major poetry magazines including Oxford Press, and he has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize four times. Bellday Books published his first book of poetry, Music From Words, in 2007, Inc. You’ll find a delightful interview of Marc Jamople HERE.
Staff Meeting Minutes

Conference room, blah blah blanket walls dissolve

and flow, a plunge in frigid water, blah blah

beat of branches warms your tingling frozen flesh, 

incorporated world between two walls of ice,

ha ha horses’ heads on shivering human bodies,

da da disco rats merengue up the glacial switchback

seeking middens of your la la life to come,

discarded menus, transparent inhibitions,

a new caprice in permafrost: motes become beams,

rice becomes worms, wine becomes blood—ka ka

close your eyes, the paper angel wrestling you

is only you the times you win, another esker fantasy—

a higher I-don’t-want-a wah wah want-to-be

until you reach that place that makes you smile:

walls become windows, glossy panes in bah bah bay:

The other side is summer, bathing ladies on parade,

like naked women always, beautiful and full of love
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I VISITED ANNA MONTOMERY’S SITE (Chromapoesy, Apophenia and Creativity in Poetry) last week and was quite taken with her poetry. A tidbit of research revealed that poetry is just one creative interest. Anna is a painter and digital photographer, a composer and vocalist. She lives with her husband in Denver, Colorado, U.S.A. I hope you will find her interview here engaging.
JAMIE: It looks like you have been blogging for just a few months. Yet you already have a fair amount of work posted. Tell us a bit about your writing schedule and habits.
ANNA: I endeavor to write everyday. The first draft is allowed to be just that, free flowing and sometimes meandering. Usually, I’ll leave rewriting for another day. It’s best to let the work breathe and simmer. Sometimes I’ll continue ruminate on a piece in my head, not writing a first draft, until its ready to be born. Those poems tend to show-up fully formed and only require minimal editing.
I love specificity in language and discovering new to me words. It’s the scientist in me. What I look for in my work is impact, effectiveness, and appropriate form. In each poem I attempt to imbue meaning, emotion, intellectual play, and integrity through form, diction, melody, and complexity. A piece is effective if it conveys layers of meaning, allows the reader room to continue and expand the dialogue, grips the reader in some way, and creates an intimacy of feeling. I am well aware I cannot accomplish this with every poem and especially with every reader, but I hope that the readers who do engage find a rich experience. It is miraculous in this manic world that people are still taking the time to devour poetry. My purpose is to reward them for their time.
JAMIE: What fires your creativity?
ANNA: A spiritual practice is the source of my creativity. For me, the connection to the divine is primary and fuels the process through infinite renewal. While as a limited human being I may return to things again and again, the spiritual path with is spiraling structure brings me to new vistas. I paint, compose music, sing, work in new media, take photographs, write, create new recipes, and engage art, music, literature, and cinema. All these sources of inspiration and modes of expression are interconnected, create internal dialogue, and sculpt or refine one another. The resulting insight is a concatenation of all these forms, which is then distilled into a poem.
I may be working on a piece of fiction and realize that its narrative drive will aid me in solving a problem I’m encountering in a choral composition. Lately my nonrepresentational painting has led me to experiment in creating postmodern poetry. My painting pieces work because they don't break all the rules at once. Also, while they may not represent things or people, they are not meaningless blather either. They are an attempt to communicate through a new language, one with logic, rules, purpose but unfamiliar and still ripe with exotic possibilities.
They are paintings that speak of things that overused concepts or simple relationships obfuscate and therefore require new forms. Beauty still shows up. The ecology of the work provides structure, and meaning paradoxically is still conveyed. In investigating nonrepresentational poetry I found I still wanted to retain elements of beauty, emphasize sounds, structure the relationship of words to one another while confusing a bit the concept of phrases, and give an overall impression of meaning that would be complex enough to experience but not summarize. In this way one form of artistic expressions helps me push boundaries in another.
JAMIE: Your poems are quite structured and complex? It's clear you give a lot of thought to what you write. Who are your favorite poets and when did you start writing poetry?
ANNA: My favorite poets at the moment are Rumi, Adrienne Rich, Mary Oliver, Eavan Boland, Jorie Graham, Sylvia Plath, John Ashbery, Pablo Neruda, Alicia Ostriker, Mark Strand, Yves Bonnefoy, Pier Paolo Pasolini, Elizabeth Bishop, Charles Wright, Agha Shahid Ali, Natasha Tretheway, Robert Haas, and Sappho. I’m young in my poetic education so there’s still so much to learn and new sources of inspiration to uncover. Each poet brings me a broader understanding of the scope and efficacy of poetry but more importantly opens another passageway into life. Ultimately, if I want to improve my poetry, I must become more fully alive.
I started writing poetry as a child for the same reasons many people write. My experience of life was intense I wanted to understand the interconnections and undergirding philosophies of life. The relationship between the micro and macrocosm, the connection between the past, present, and future, and to garner or create meaning from encounters. I wanted to understand the words of Meister Eckhart "When the soul wishes to experience something, she throws an image of the experience out before her and enters into her own image." To me art making has always been about this projecting, imagining and entering.
JAMIE: What motivated the start of a blog? What do you get out of blogging?
ANNA: The motivation to start a blog was fueled by a desire for feedback and interaction with readers. Living in an isolated rural area in the mountains makes it very difficult to connect with other writers and readers. The international community accessible online appeared as a desirable alternative to isolation. It has been wonderful to connect to people all over the world in only three weeks. No other medium could do that. Blogging is the future of publication. I'm excited to be getting acquainted with the blogosphere. I have gotten so much in these few weeks. In the past I might get one or two opinions on my work and certainly be fortunate if more than two or three people even read it. On the blog hundreds of people have visited. I've received some sixty to seventy comments from other writers. The interaction is heartening, fascinating, and immeasurably helpful. I'm besotted and will continue to blog!
JAMIE: When did you start linking with our Jingle Poetry community and what are you getting out of the connection?
ANNA: I started linking about three weeks ago. It's marvelous that you reach out to new poets. After years as a nonprofit arts-organization executive director pounding the pavement trying to build community Jingle Poetry brings me into the fold of a vibrant community within a few days. I was awestruck! There are no words for the gratitude I feel. Reading and commenting on the other fine poets is so rewarding. What a blessing to have an active and wonderful community of poets.
JAMIE: Tell us a bit about your blogging/writing goals for the next year.
ANNA: I am working on a book length epic poem called Mere Beasts, which I want to finish and edit. Also, I look forward to writing lots of poetry inspired by all the blogging poets I've met in the past few weeks. As a small independent publisher my company, Chromatopia, LLC, will publish a book of poetry in response to the call for submissions you'll find here: http://chromatopias.com/publishing/.
JAMIE: I enjoyed the portion of Mere Beasts, which I read earlier this week. Tell us more about it.
ANNA: I started writing this piece ten years ago. It is almost finished. The excerpts posted were in response to a poetry prompt on mythology. The two main characters in the epic are Ophelia and Lavinia, based on Shakespeare’s Hamlet and Titus Andronicus. (There’s still debate around whether or not Shakespeare wrote the latter play.) In my poem Ophelia and Lavinia are sisters: they are functioning in the piece as archetypes, fictional characters, spiritual beings, and psychologically ‘real’ people. The initial incarnation of the piece was a screenplay, but I was really limited by dialogue and the language. I wanted to use poetic language, to speak to the conscious and unconscious simultaneously, and realized that the best form was through myth and the epic.
The sisters, through tragedy, are on a journey to connect with their higher selves, with one another, and find a home in the world. The world they inhabit in the beginning is restrictive and small. It is a world of sexism, racism, fear, destruction, and psychological oppression. Ophelia’s struggles revolve around the death of her husband, her desire for another man, her work trying to determine mathematical solutions to global problems, and the resulting madness creeping into her consciousness. Lavinia, while on a humanitarian trip to Africa looses her hand, the most important part of her ability to express herself as a painter. Her rape by a guide in the desert adds an additional loss of self as she fights not to become isolated and dead to the world. Throughout she is struggling to redefine her work and what role she can play in alleviating the suffering of others.
While the sisters are on a heroic quest their path takes them less toward a final battle and more towards a transformation of the self and the world through their enlightenment. Other mythic characters include Hagia or Saint Sophia (heavenly wisdom) and her daughters Elpida (hope), Pisti (faith), and Agape (love). I use these characters to guide the sisters through their journey and to function as a chorus, mirroring some of the questions we all have around faith, suffering, and God.
The poem is not a feminist manifesto or an argument for the sacred feminine. It operates as a metaphor, one accessible to the characters I’ve created and the reader can substitute their experience of the divine in place of any of my specific language. Ultimately the goal is healing. I think there’s a lot of room for healing in stories that explore and celebrate the female psyche. These women are not victims, as they are portrayed in the plays, but rewritten as survivors. I think we all, male or female, seek this empowerment in life.
Thanks, Anna. Much appreciate. Good luck with all your endeavors …
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ALEZA AND HOWARD FREEMAN (Big Doodle Head) announce the publication of their first children’s book, The Candy Story at the Edge of the Galaxy.It's hard to believe that what started as a bunch of doodles and scribbles on random scraps of paper is now the first book from Big Doodle Head. As our way of thanking our fellow kids at heart, please enjoy a copy of Candy Store at the Edge of the Galaxy at 20% off. We hope our book sparks the imagination of all who read it or, at the very least, sparks a smile.”
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LEO HOSTS HAIKU HEIGHTS AND SAYS “The meme Haiku Heights, which happens weekly starting Saturday night 10:10pm (GMT + 5h:30m), turns one-year-old on July 23. To celebrate its first birthday, the prompt for the week running up to July 30 will be a free prompt. Poets sharing a haiku that week may choose a theme of their own. All haiku poets are welcome to share and read.
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CHILDREN’S WRITER POETRY CONTEST: The contest is for a single poem, collection of poems, or verse story for children of any age, to 300 words. Entries may be serious or humorous, and take any poetic form. Winners will be selected based on quality of verse—including rhythm, meter, word choice, wordplay, imagery, and the use of other poetic devices (rhyme, alliteration, assonance, or others). Above all, the winning entries will have appeal for young readers.
DEADLINE: Entries must be received by October 31, 2011.
Current subscribers to Children’s Writer enter free. All others pay an entry fee of $15, which includes an 8-month subscription.
Winners will be announced in the March 2012 issue. Prizes: $500 for first place plus publication inChildren’s Writer, $250 for second place, and $100 for third, fourth, and fifth places.
Now warm up your computer and write a $500-winning poem or verse story!
The contest rules are important. Please read them carefully.
Thanks to Victoria Ceretto-Slotto for this one.
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This week is my last week for developing and writing Sunday Rally Dispatch.
Send Aynsley (Life in Verse) any news to post for July 31. aynsleyfuller@gmail.com
Thank you! :-)
Jamie Dedes

Poem of the Week - Nature and Life

Poetry Potluck of this week's prompt "Nature and Life" by Shashi as usual had many wonderful submissions from many creative writers  from around the world We at Jingle Poetry are happy to form a poetic group where we encourage to write and share poetry.As a rule Saturday 's Poem of the week is to be only one poem and it is been difficult selecting that one poem since a lot of them were magical creations of words.Yet again , here I present one such poem 'Wanderer in the wild' by Sherya Chatterjee

The poet Sherya  blogs her poems at ' a journey called....' and is already a published author of a book called'Musings of a Wanderer'.The wanderer in most of her poem sometime reflects her self.When you read the below poem you can notice how often we tend to be the same wanderer ourselves when we are faced with some challenges in our life.Yet finally ,we are still a part of nature and should be proud of that gift.

Wanderer in the wild

How often he thought
To break free his shackles,
To run through
The murky streets,
And dash into the jungle.

To shred of his etiquette
For once at least.
To bow in front of
Of those,
Those sounds that beat
In the same rhythm of his heart,
Those shades, those hues
That greeted him
In his mother's womb.

How could he have,
Forgotten his roots,
Forgotten to recline
Under such shady boughs
Run across such blissful meadows,
Drench his soul
In Wistful ponds,
Sing a song in
To the chorus
Of small lives,
Hidden but loud.
And proud to be
A part of
Since the birth of Time.

About Me:

I am Umamaheswari Anandane ( Iwrite4u) ,the owner of Inside My Poem Book and Perpetual Mind , feels honored to be a part of the Jingle poetry reading and selecting poems from amazing writers from everywhere.

Tomorrow  is 'Sunday  Rally Dispatch ' wherein you get to know what is happening in the poetic world all around you.The memes, the contests , the new comers and the achievers are highlighted for your notice .See you all next time around .


Umamaheswari Anandane: (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Meet The Poet

Welcome to Meet the Poet! I am Blaga and it's a pleasure to be with you this Wednesday! Today we will visit Cape town in South Africa, but not to enjoy the sun, walking on Table bay or to cross the getaway of the Castle of Good Hope. We're reaching to this beautiful corner of Africa to meet Martin Lochner and the secret behind Kalahari Blues. Martin is a new poet sharing his talent and words with Jingle poetry, but I had the luck to meet him much earlier and to savor his poems.

Enjoy the interview with him!

The world is not enou
by Martin Lochner

When death, misery and the ring
of hell surrounds you everyday,
when darkness comes as charcoal mist

and smudges every white canvas
of light, happiness and joy
that you call your life, then accept this:

as your feelings stumble forth,
the ravaging and the onslaught
of heartbreak variables will continue,

then love furiously and passionately,
plastering and binding the hurt
with your human spirit.

I expect you to be beautiful,
sparkling and courageous,
not realized;

there is no stopping or gl
ancing back -
the river flows endless.

Tell me about yourself Martin?

I was born in a region called the Karoo in South Africa. I was raised by stoic conservative Afrikaner parents in a little railway town known as Touwsriver and was groomed to become the fourth generation of railway workers.

Excelling at school I received a bursary to study Fine Art at the Jack Meyer School of Art but I was suspended for series of protest paintings I created as my response to Apartheid. I was also under investigation and harassed by the Security Police.

I left South Africa for France with the idea to study at the Ecole but was somehow not convenient because of financial constraints and signed up with a Mercenary army and was occupied as a professional soldier in Congo and Sudan for the next five years.

I returned back from East and West Africa with a condition of extreme post traumatic stress and poetry was introduced to me as a way to express my suppressed feelings. Poetry and not counseling helped me with a complete recovery and ever since I write poetry in my native language called Afrikaans. I started writing in English not long ago, because English is the common ground we meet on and understand each other.

I recently married a lovely girl that works as a private chef and we complement each other with words, pudding and tender loving. I am currently working as a Retail Risk Manager for a big fashion clothing group and continue my studies at the University in Art History and curatorship.

Tell me about your blog? When did you start blogging and what does the name mean to you?

Blogging started two months ago after some motivation from my Facebook poet friends. Online interaction only recently started when I opened a Facebook account a year ago to communicate with friends that emigrated to the United States.One day I punched poetry in the Facebook search engine and as the saying goes: the rest is history!

Surviving the legacy of Apartheid is not easy. A whole country’s population still licks the wounds after such an oppressive regime. The Extremities of censure and ideological conditioning was the norm in my country and any insistence to speak your mind or to express yourself freely has been seen as subversive and dangerous.

Blogging is a tool of unrestricted self expression and the exercise of my right to be free as an artist and thinker. I am still in awe about the global connectivity and interaction and it will take time to feel completely comfortable with this powerful application. Coming from proletariat roots this also is an affirmation of my own evolution as a progressive human being. Writing letters and sending telegrams to loved ones is still predominant in my country that is slowly waking up to the potentiality of the World Wide Web and blogging secrets.

Kalahari refers to a magnificent stretch of semi desert earth that exudes a feeling of eternity and timelessness. I go there for retreats to forget myself under the massive starry skies and to appreciate the state of nature. It is indeed a beautiful and extreme place and reflects the state of my consciousness. Blues is my favorite music genre and I am fascinated about the feelings that invokes in me when I listen to it.

Do you remember your first poem?

My first poem was called “that gleaming rail “It was about the railway and its community I was brought up into. The poem gives an intimate account of that culture and its desperate and bigoted people that were only obsessed about the “rail”

I disliked that life and became alienated by it because of its sheer lack of creativity and mundane character. It was a hard time for me “coming out of the closet” and I was seen as an outsider to the embarrassment of my parents.

That Gleaming Rail


pot bellied boasting navels

shiny round ball bearing stomachs

haloing out of diesel grime

over alls and silver buttoned railway


these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen

rotated their lives between shifts of day and night

with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks

strolling main road home or to that gleaming rail

that provided a town’s livelihood

my grandfather worked that rail and my father too

providing me with the means

to take that broke back-heart break scenic route

out of town for good and forgetting

until now


coming back everything changed

and the fat men were now old and wiry

sitting on subsidized railway porches

looking on main road maybe thinking rail

going to that station I found it desolated

and the once shimmering humming rail
rusted up and silent

on my knees and creasing my director slacks

I touched it and imagined the once proud spirit of it

corroding away as the blue collar folks on the porch

Do you write only poetry? A style that you prefer?

I prefer free or blank verse due to the freedom that gives. I have a very limited word count in English and I found out that I write difficult in forms. In my native language I write Sonnets as my preferred form. Oriental poetry also influenced me immensely and I enjoy writing haiku and minimalist couplets. The imagist theory of Ezra Pound is also a great influence.

I also write flash fiction and short stories and I am currently developing a new concept that I call the “unlikely hero.” Vagrants, barbers, maids are doing spectacular things in my stories!

Favorite poem you’ve written?

Reinstating sanity by introducing silence

In Memory: Ludwig Wittgenstein

a thinking silhouette

that probing scalpel

once a man

Infiltrating the statement

of truth

violating it by glaring


found wanted

between intruding walls

and gossiping kitchen floors

he solved all philosophical


he never went to sleep again

deciphering the time between

every click of the ding dong clock

looking at time…analyzing

knowing his crime…calculating the odds

cursing the uncommon predicament

that a table has five legs

the freakish conclusion hopping towards

the master,

taking a fearsome corner and saying
and saving himself

that what cannot be said must be left in silence

What inspires you to write the most?

“Is writing creating a choice?” I sometimes find myself asking. In my case without assuming any esoteric knowledge, I believe I am compelled to write and to create. I think every person that feels forced to write is cursed with an internal word processor that is unable to shut down. Failure to get it out on a page or a canvas creates unbelievable mental and even physical agony for me.

Life did not always give me a fair split of cards to play with and I was forced to sometimes play a shrewd game with a marbled poker face. I also have seen too much into human nature to sacrifice themselves and others for the sake of greed and cruelty but writing comforted me and helped me to get perspective of our predicament.

I have no desires to make money or to become a famous writer or artist. I have got something to say and I want to share it with those that will find appreciation for it. Like the old Chinese Poet Li Po I want to write my poem and drop the page into the river to be discovered by someone that hopefully will be touched by it.

Favorite books, authors?

I have an absolute passion for French literature and especially for the existentialist writers during the second world war:

J.P Sartre: Nausea

A.Camus: The Outsider

A.Gide: The Immoralist

Favorite quote?

“True Words are not beautiful and beautiful words are not true”-Toa Te Ching

If you could live the life of a famous writer, which one would that be?

Ernst Hemingway for his sense of adventure.

What are the benefits of being part of a community like Jingle poetry?

Well, I believe that it prevents me from feeling isolated from other poets and to immediately pick up on new trends in writing poetry. I can also derive benefit from sharing poetry in a closely bonded community of poets.

Any advice for people who like poetry and writing?

Writing is a relationships with your innermost essences that is beautiful and authentic and when you create ensure that this is what ends up on your canvas or page. Do not short change your readers with your work; give them everything you’ve got even if it is as dark as hell.


This will be all from me - Blaga and our guest - Martin!
Thank you Martin for your time and wise words and experience you shared with us!

Don't forget to visit him at http://kalahariblues.blogspot.com/

Stay tuned for next Wednesday and Christopher's interview with another talent of our community!

Peace & Love ...

Monday, July 25, 2011

Review Tuesday on Mindlovemisery

“Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world.”

This week blog review is one of my favorites that i have come across in the recent months since I have been a part of the Jingle community. The theme of this blog attracted me more. Just by the name of this blog I knew I could find some kind relatable poetry that I am going through in this world. I want to introduce this weeks blog Mindlovemisery .

I have enquired that she has not yet give any description about herself on Her About Page, but one comment that she made is what triggered me that she is a unique lady, looking for the right way to express who she is.

"I have wracked my mind on the about section, I am hoping to post a little bio but I find it challenging to condense myself into a paragraph lol"
Her Blog

Mindlovemisery has started blogging in April 2011 so her blog is farely new, but her poetry really is amazing. I have journeyed through her amazing works.

The following one i truly enjoyed:

Love Song

I remember you, bled through
My memories, lingering doubt
Pressed into hesitant goodbyes
Tears resolved in silence, never
Ending, what I meant not enough
To make you feel and I am
The only one undone
As always, the weaker one
This poem resonates to me as I have been through a very hard time and to escape through life's adversaries, I always find myself on mindlovemisery's blog.
I hope that she would ad a little more information on herself, also if you have read her poetry and also her Author Notes you can easily tell that this lady has been through lives hardships and her way of expressing her emotions is through her poetry.

Heart Ache

Gripping, knuckle white
I deface your memories
With a black marker
In a corner half-undressed
Tending these seeds of despair
We all know what it's like to get our hearts broken. This one is also one of my favorites.
What I have captured and understand about this blog: if you break the name of her blog up it would read as such "mind" - "love" - "misery"

Mind  stand for her conscious
Love stands for the love she has been given by past lovers or current.
Misery sometimes we go through tough times and life become this big bag full of misery, but as the quote I have found says it:

“Whoever is spared personal pain must feel himself called to help in diminishing the pain of others. We must all carry our share of the misery which lies upon the world.”

As I end this weeks blog review i leave you with this one poem that I personally love and had been pondering on it over this past week.

How To Belong
What I needed to believe
Was that there was something
Inside of me still salvageable
Some overlooked heart fragment
That was still red, ripe, and pumping
Some hint of the original
That I might rebuild around
So without too much
Embellishment I could say
I am still myself, at least
The part of me worthy
Of presentation
I think that’s what has kept
Me from changing, the absence
Of those component fibers
Without a foundation
All my structures are rickety
Toppling over on examination
My self-improvement efforts are
Too clinical, I live my life
As though I were in the hospital
Very slowly, alternating
Between sleep and television
With the occasional appointment
To the surgeon to amputate
Any primordial growths left
Over from the last excision
And a trip to the anesthesiologist
To keep me fashionably numb
That’s what people take
For happiness these days
Complacence and a lack
Of any self-sustained thought
People always look
Shell-shocked when
You try to have a
Meaningful conversation
With them, it’s as if they’ve
Forgotten any language
Beyond salutations
And to belong I must
First dismiss speech

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Till next time & wishing you all good week ahead.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

Poetry Potluck Week 45 : Nature and Life

There is No More Sunday Depression or Monday Blues because it is 
Poetry Potluck Time!!!

Welcome to Jingle Poetry Potluck Week 45, and I must thank you all for such a lovely response we got with your posts. It was nice to be there and read all your lovely posts and enjoy the talent of the diverse group of people this online community attracts. So here I am again  SHASHI going on to my 3rd week of another interesting week of Poetry Potluck.
Danube River, Vienna

Now coming to Poetry Potluck theme of this week "Nature and life” !!!... I personally believe that the nature is nothing but our own reflections of the person within us... and this inner self works really in a very close co-ordination with the external consciousness... and that is the reason we know that we need to work along with the nature rather than working against... and this post today is about trying to have an ongoing discussion with our inner self as well as our external world... and I am sure that even if we start individually, we will make a different.. however small it may be....

So here you are, check out some of the verse’s below... and  look inwards to know  yourself... so that you can understand others...

How to Submit My Poetry?

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Weekly poetry collection starts on Sunday, 8pm (CDT), and will stay open till Wednesday, 8pm (CDT), 72 hours for you to share your poetry with us...

What About Next Week?

For Week 46, we will have theme Love and its not being therewhere you are required to write how  love  affects you and into your living...  you have the freedom to write anything new or share any old poems with us, either theme fitting or theme unrelated... Hope that would be great fun too...
Leaving that aside, let's get back to the main topic here. 3...2...1-

Here are some interesting poetry to inspire you to write....

"Nature" is what we see
By Emily Dickinson
"Nature" is what we see --
The Hill -- the Afternoon --
Squirrel -- Eclipse -- the Bumble bee --
Nay -- Nature is Heaven --
Nature is what we hear --
The Bobolink -- the Sea --
Thunder -- the Cricket --
Nay -- Nature is Harmony --
Nature is what we know --
Yet have no art to say --
So impotent Our Wisdom is
To her Simplicity.

To Nature 
-by Samuel Coleridge
It may indeed be fantasy when I
Essay to draw from all created things
Deep, heartfelt, inward joy that closely clings;
And trace in leaves and flowers that round me lie
Lessons of love and earnest piety.
So let it be; and if the wide world rings
In mock of this belief, it brings
Nor fear, nor grief, nor vain perplexity.
So will I build my altar in the fields,
And the blue sky my fretted dome shall be,
And the sweet fragrance that the wild flower yields
Shall be the incense I will yield to Thee,
Thee only God! and thou shalt not despise
Even me, the priest of this poor sacrifice.

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Please share your poetry and have fun! 
ॐ नमः शिवाय 
Om Namah Shivaya