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Monday, February 28, 2011

Review Tuesdays - Not Just Prompted

A blog that takes life when prompted, another of just words; both has a common thread – dreams. Today’s Review Tuesday focuses its no-so-cursory glance on the former of these blogs, “'Promp'ted to write”, authored by a blogger known to her readers simply as “adreamygal”.

Who is adreamygal?
Adreamygal is a blogger from India. Her profile mentions no further details than that.

What’s her blog look like?


Prompted to write, the blog on focus, uses the default designer template, Picture Window, offered by Blogspot. The post background is white through a translucent outer layer, and has a green background of four leaf clovers (heart shaped petals). The single sidebar holds a link to her other blog, the followers widget, blog archive, labels list and visitor count. The blog according to archives has been in existence since November 2010 and has to date 50 posts. As a blogger, she has been there since June 2009.

Dreamygal poetry:
The poetry here is simple and beautiful. From the 50 posts, one can see that the majority of them are haikus, and her passion for them has been there since the early stages of her blogging. Other than the haikus, there is also free form and fiction in the blog. That she’s trying to better herself with each post is evident from most of her works. That’s a good sign for sure.

Which posts to recommend for you to read? Well, fiction lovers can try her recent stories “Again”, which tells the story of two lovers, using an image that would never otherwise find a romantic take to it; and then “Special”, which tells us life, is special. There is joy even in the hardest of situations, only if we believe. For lovers of haiku, there are enough selections to read, "Insomnia" the best of the lot. And from her free form poetry, I recommend the post “Still”, which shares the warmth of the smile to a frozen frown.

She writes for a variety of memes, from Potluck to Haiku Heights, OSI to 3 Word Wednesday and writes at a regular rate, giving quality in quantity too.

Suggestions:
Just continue writing the way you’re doing. You’re headed in the right direction. If you can, add some generic details about yourself, so your readers can get to know something about you and your poetry.


Who am I?
I’m Leo; author of I Rhyme Without Reason, co-host of Review Tuesdays here at Jingle Poetry along with Someone is Special. Hope you enjoy reading about the blogs, and do go read them too. ADG, I know you and have been reading you since more than a year now. You've all the potential to be a strong writer, not just poetry but anything you set your mind to. Just don't give up on it and you'll be fine. Hope the review was ok, and that you liked it. Cheers.







Sunday, February 27, 2011

POETRY POTLUCK - Cartoons, Sci-fi and Super Powers!!

Greetings, y'all!! 


After yet another exciting week, we (Aleza and Kavita) are delighted to welcome you back to Poetry Potluck... and this time, it's time to enjoy ourselves in the world of Cartoons, Sci-fi and Super Powers... Won't you join us?

Register yourself (with your name and the link to your potluck entry) using InLinkz below, and leave a comment with a pointer to your post! It would be great if you could link back to us on your blog!!! Once you are done with this, visit other participants (at least 6), read their entries, comment, AND ENJOY!!! Of course, you can always submit any poem of your choice as well...

Remember: Every week, InLinkz will be up on Sunday, at 8pm (CST), and will stay open till Wednesday, 8pm (CST). So you will have 72 hours to share your poem with us...COOL huh?!! Also, if you aren't new to Poetry Potluck, please note that we may not send you weekly reminders. So, it would be awesome if you could add us to your Blogroll or Favorites, so that you can stay updated with the happenings on our site!! :))

Flash Forward!! After loads of fun with our favorite "characters", we thought it would real nice to talk about our Idols, Role models and Mentors... But that's next week! So you have one entire week to prepare your poem for this theme.. :) And if you are unable to submit a poem ON the theme, relax... Send in an older poem you would love to share with us...

And now, LET'S GET STARTED with this week's potluck!!!! Enjoy the VIDEO here and write on... Thanks for joining in and supporting your fellow poets here at OUR favorite Poetry Potluck!!!


video



SMILE IS GOD
(by our very own Someone is Special)


Popeye the sailor man!
I am Popeye the sailor man!
Wanna smile with Olive and me?
Or Kick Bruto and save Olive?
Spinach is my secret of success!
And Smile is your secret of success!
Popeye the sailor man!
I am Popeye the sailor man!

'Tom' & Jerry' the fighting couple!
We are 'Tom' & Jerry' the fighting couple!
Wanna smile with us enjoying our fights?
or Kick Us like the Spike used to?
Fighting is our time pass!
and Watching us is your time pass!
'Tom' & Jerry' the fighting couple!
We are ‘Tom' & Jerry' the fighting couple!

"Shaggy and Scooby", the Scooby Doo!
We are "Shaggy and Scooby", the Scooby Doo!
Wanna smile with us enjoying our investigation?
or Fear like Scooby daydreaming?
We Love to investigate!
and you love to watch us investigating!
"Shaggy and Scooby", the Scooby Doo!
We are "Shaggy and Scooby", the Scooby Doo!

"Power Rangers SPD" the Special Police Delta!
We are "Power Rangers SPD" the Special Police Delta!
Wanna fight with us to defeat our enemies?


Or to smile seeing the fight within us?
We are the Super Heroes of Delta!
and we love you to be a Super Hero in your lifetime!
"Power Rangers SPD" the Special Police Delta!
We are "Power Rangers SPD" the Special Police Delta!

I am Popeye the sailor man!
I am 'Tom' & Jerry' the fighting couple!
I am "Shaggy and Scooby", the Scooby Doo!
I am "Power Rangers SPD" the Special Police Delta!
---
I am the Smiling God sent to this world
To flush away your tears and to make you smile,
Until it hurts your stomach and smiling tears.
! I am the Smiling God, Smile like a BABY !

~*~*~*~*~*~*

Thank you, SiS, for this immensely sweet poem!! It brought huge smiles on our faces... 



SUNDAY RALLY DISPATCH, 02/27/2011

Sunday Rally Dispatch is a collection of news updates of interest to our poet-blogger community members.  Your contributions from your area of the world, your activities, or your interests are welcome. Please forward them to Jamie Dedes of Musing by Moonlight at jamiededes@rocketmail.com. Contributions are subject to editorial discretion and space constraints. Feedback welcome.

ON THIS DAY: The American poet and educator, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow was born in 1807. He died in 1882. His work works include "Paul Revere's Ride", The Song of Hiawatha, and "Evangeline". He was also the first American to translate Dante Alighieri's The Divine Comedy and was one of the five Fireside Poets. MORE [Wikipedia] 

Elliot’s Oak
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Thou ancient oak! Whose myriad leaves are loud
With sounds of unintelligible speech,
Sounds as of surges on a shingly beach,
Or multitudinous murmurs of a crowd;
With some mysterious gift of tongues endowed,
Though speakest a different dialect to each;
To me a language that no man can teach,
Of a lost race, long vanished like a cloud.
For underneath they shade, in days remote,
Seated like Abraham at eventide
Beneath the oaks of Mamre, the unknown
Apostle of the Indians, Eliot, wrote
His Bible in a language that hath died
And is forgotten, save by the alone.

CONGRATULATIONS TO BLAGA TODOROVA (Scent of my heart): Her poem, What if …, which was a JP Potluck contribution was picked-up by the online literary publication, Whippoorwill Journal  



RICHARD NORTH BRINGING A LITTLE LAUGHTER TO OUR DAYS: with his new website Witty Snippets.  People might like this one, says Richard, "Breaking news: the working men’s club burned down last night. Investigators report that they should not have given Elisha the night off."

AN INTERVIEW WITH BILL COOK ON THE ACCEPTANCE OF ONE OF HIS POEMS BY A REGIONAL ONLINE POETRY MAGAZINE:
Jamie: Have you ever submitted poetry to a publication before? What made you decide to go ahead and submit a poem to this magazine?
Bill: I submitted several sonnets a few months ago to an online journal that features poetry employing more formal structures, which were not accepted. Then a friend sent me a link to “Up and Under,” published by the Quick and Dirty Poets of Burlington County. They were open for submission to the Spring 2011 Journal. I submitted a few poems, and am delighted that they accepted one for publication, Lost.

Jamie: Does this victory make you feel more inclined to continue pursuing publication?
Bill: It does. It provides another venue for sharing what I write, and another goal for writing. I will begin researching other similar publications, and submit more. Who knows what will happen?
           
Jamie: How does involvement with the JP community help you with your writing goals?
Bill: Actually, in some ways Jingle got me started. I began my poetry blog with the expectation that no one would read it except me. Somehow Jingle found my blog and connected me to the Thursday Rally. For the first time I had a forum of other people with which to share poetry.  It has been fun and encouraging. That experience is my foundation for stepping into other venues. So Jingle: Thank  you for your work! 
           
Jamie: Do you have current plans to produce a chapbook?
Bill: Not at this time. I am happy to just write, share, and read what others like myself are producing. I probably will at some future date.

AN INTERVIEW WITH KIM NELSON ON THE PUBLICATION OF HER CHAPBOOK:
Jamie: When and why did you decide to go from posting to publication?
Kim: I’ve written poetry my whole life, and have dozens of handwritten books in a closet no one else access. My poetry was a “private party.”  I wrote magazine articles, two gardening/horticulture books and a mental health book for public consumption. A couple of years ago my previous writing commitments began to wind down and I yearned to leave behind non-fiction for a time, and to challenge myself a bit. Putting my poetry out into the world seemed like a good way to accomplish those goals, and so was born KIM NELSON WRITESAfter building a collection of new works and getting some positive feedback, I began submitting to chapbook and journal competitions. I sent out over thirty manuscripts and poetry packets and felt really fortunate when Finishing Line Press offered publication.

Jamie: Are you self-publishing or have you found a publisher? If self-publishing, which service are you using and why? Are you pleased so far?  If you have found a publisher, what was the process? How do you feel about it and would you go this route again or self-publish?
Kim: Somewhat traditional, I have never investigated the self-publishing route. For each of my books I slogged through the query and proposal processes, working with editors when the manuscripts needed refinement. I highly recommend Poet’s Market and Writer’s Market, edited by Robert Lee Brewer, as sources of information for others who want to jump into the publishing world. Each is filled with resources, tips and submissions guidelines. I also subscribe to Poets & Writers and Writer’s Digest in order to stay abreast of the current market. As long as I continue to find success in the traditional publishing milieu, I will not likely pursue self-publication since distribution and marketing are difficult when one goes it alone.

Jamie: In addition to our virtual community of poets, do you belong to any neighborhood poetry groups? What is your experience with them?
Kim: I have a small circle of friend-writers with whom I exchange work for critique and support. This works well for me. I would suggest that others find a similar arrangement so that constructive criticism and guidance for growth and improvement comes through, along with the kudos we tend to share with one another in our virtual community.

BELLDAY POETRY PRIZE: 2,000 USD and publication (25 books). Open to international submissions, but manuscripts must be in English and 60-90 pages of original poetry in any style. Work must not be published in any book or chapbook, but may contain poems that have appeared in print or on the Internet. Submissions must be postmarked March 15, 2011. For more details and contest information, link HERE

THE NAOMI LONG MADGETT POETRY AWARED: This competition is open to African-American poets only. The manuscript should total approximately 60-90 pages, exclusive of table of contents or other optional introductory material.  Deadline March 31, 2011. Complete details HERE. 

TRISHA (Sharmishta Basu's poetries) ANNOUNCES TWO NEW BLOGS:

Earth in Black and White: Trisha says, “It’s for everyone who wants to tell something to us all. The hope is to create a small display board where we can share things that move us, things we don’t want in our earth, and things we do want. That board will be at the same place every week, accessible to everyone from every angle- to read, to discuss, or to join. Every thing will have to be spontaneous, voluntary. If someone wants then s/he can add a little explanatory note with his/her URL in the comment.” 

Ethereal Heights: “The sole intention of this blog is to create an oasis for those people who are desperately looking for some foothold in this often cruel world. I want to create a small Shangri-La here, an abode of peace, spiritualism and devotion, where every battered soul can enter with the desire to heal self or others. The participation here also will be spontaneous- fully spontaneous."

Thank you, Trisha, and good luck with this worthy effort.

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Friday, February 25, 2011

Saturday Poem of the Week

In this week’s Poetry Potluck, you addressed the theme of home, temple, sanctum in a variety of way—digging into memories of your childhood, addressing issues of homelessness, considerations of a spiritual nature and more. One of the poems that caught my attention is that from Kellie Elmore on her blog “Magic in the Backyard” in which she invites us to journey with her into her childhood.

The poem comes alive through means of a sense of place that she creates with vivid sensory detail. You can smell the cooking and maybe a little bit of musty air, hear squeaky hinges and taste that cup of coffee. Her incorporation of hues paints a watercolor of the past.


Another technique that Kellie uses to achieve her purpose is enjambment. Her sometimes unexpected line breaks draw you into the unfolding of the poem.


Corner of Dead and Gone
by Kellie Elmore

Light permeates
through yellowed sheers
on a loosely draped picture window,
clinging to floating particles
and gently trickling
over dust covered frames,
that still hold happy smiles
and blinkless stares,
permeating me.

Standing here now,
in this musky room
the worn hardwood cracks,
and whispers memories
of days when this house lived
and breathed laughter.

When the natural smell
was a home cooked meal-
My head begins to spin like old film,
as gray hues begin to imbue
in remembrance.

That squeaky screen opens
to a never locked door,
and your raspy voice
welcoming with a cup of coffee.
Oh the smell-
of biscuits on sunday morning.
Sighs of full bellys
and satisfaction.

Ghostly echoes resonate
of children running-
In and out
In and out
That squeaky screen door.

Muffled conversations erupt into laughter,
and grandma sings a gospel hymn
as she watches hummingbirds
feed outside her window.
While Sheba purrs at her ankles,
she smiles with contentment.
I feel her joy
as it moves across my skin,
waking the hair on my neck.

I feel her,
and for a moment,
the walls seemed to inhale.
The train blows through town
delivering reality,
slapping my face and screaming,
“You are alone”

Rose colored memories drown,
taking their last breath
absorbing sepia tones,
and saddened hues
as gray spills over the emptiness
chilling the air once more,
and the reel stops.

I hope you enjoyed reading (or re-reading) this poem and that you will drop by her site to enjoy some more of her work:

http://magicinthebackyard.wordpress.com/2010/08/18/corner-of-dead-and-gone/




Until next week when Uma will host and the theme will be: Cartoons, Sci-fi, and Super Powers!!! Please join us.




Victoria Ceretto-Slotto: (http://liv2write2day.wordpress.com/)
Umamaheswari Anandane: (http://umaspoembook.blogspot.com/)



Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Meet the poet on Wednesday


Welcome  to Jingle Poetry and Meet the Poet. This Wednesday I, Scent of my heart, will take you on a trip to India and introduce you to DeadPoet from "Inside the mind of a lunatic" and let you in a secret, how darkness sometimes can surprise you and reveal a beautiful soul and an extraordinary talent.
It's a pleasure to present you Sonam Mandal - DeadPoet! Enjoy the interview!

~*~*~
No, I cannot tell you,
What it is that I feel,
For I feel so much,
Yet so little,
There is not much that I do keep.
Yet when I look into the darkness,
All I see is a flash of light,
And I wonder just maybe,
Because you always make me smile.
~*~*~

Sonam Mandal




I would like you to share a little about yourself with us ...

 
Well, I'm "deadpoet", I live in India, I've spent about 11 years of my life in USA. My hobbies include writing, photography, reading books, watching movies, listening to music (rock, metal, alternative), doing adventurous stuff and bugging people to death. I'm an expert at the last one. I'm not very good with these "about me" sections, for most sites, I just write "I talk a lot...I write and think a lot too!". 

 
How about your blog? When did you start it, tell us about the name and what it means to you?


I started blogging early in life, back when I was in 11th grade. Of course I don't use that blog anymore. I had a blog on blogger while I was in college, and I called it "Inside the Mind of a Lunatic". I don't really know how I came up with it, I just like to think of myself as someone with weird ideas and I wanted it to be about these weird ideas in my head. I didn't even use it for poetry at first. I moved to Wordpress about 1.5 years ago and decided to keep the same name (imported the posts from the blogger blog too), and even then I didn't start posting my poetry straight away, that happened an year ago and I enjoyed it so it kind of stayed. 


First steps in writing? Do you remember the first poem?


My first poem was written back when I was in 6th grade. Here it is:
"Sleeping cows are the best in town,
For they sleep with their eyes closed,
And their tail in their nose,
They sleep with their mouth open
And their feet in their mouth
And they suck their feet till the blood comes out"


Yup, that is pretty insane. I didn't write at all after that until 11th grade. The first poems I started off with are so bad that I really wonder how I let myself stick to poetry writing this long. Of course I've improved a lot. Most of my early stuff also sounded dark and depressing, but I think I manage to let some optimism into my poetry now. Well ,at least now the dark words sound alright.

 
Is there a style of writing you prefer? 


I have no preference to any style. I just write as I want to write. I never know how I'll write a poem when I start off, I just let it come to me as I progress. I rarely rhyme words anymore, as I feel it hinders the thought process, but once in a while I do it for fun.


Do you write only poetry?


Yes,  mostly poetry. I tried writing short stories, but somehow I'm not much of a story teller. I mean, I don't always have very unique ideas in my head and even if I do, I'm not sure I express them properly in a story. I have written some stories in the past, I've got a few up on my blog too.

Favorite poems you've written?


There are so many to choose from, that I find it hard. I guess my favorite pieces in recent times would be,"On writing", "Coffee Addiction", "Shadows" and "Unrequited".


Coffee addiction

A coffee addiction,
Growing stronger each day,
And I find I cannot,
Keep my eyes open,
I find I cannot focus,
Without a sip of,
Without the scent of,
Coffee in the air.

The beans tell stories,
Of lives they have lived,
Filling the air with richness,
To make up for our lack,
Of life each day.

Maybe I am searching,
For truth in these beans,
My mind is muddled,
With garbage,
My thoughts are hazy,
And I am always pining,
For clarity in my life,
The life I didn’t ask to live.

The aroma weaves,
Through the soul,
Like the wand of a magician,
Creating illusions,
Binding them to reason,
And still a sense of wonder,
Hangs on to the pinnacle of the mind,
Before the thoughts take a leap,
Into the abyss below.

I never wanted
My mind to wander,
Into unfathomable lands,
Straying from my needs,
To a land of only wants,
Where reason and practicality,
Have no place,
Where my heart works against,
The rationality of my mind.

The fragrance of coffee keeps me sane,
A temporary sanity throughout the day,
Until I have drunk too much,
And my head starts spinning,
I know not any longer,
Why the heart yearns,
For pasts thrown away,
And impossible futures,
Why the mind knows reason,
But acts irrationally,
Why does only the unattainable,
Appeal to this brat of a mind?

A voice like a whisper,
Catches me off my guard,
Through this coffee addiction,
A voice of reason can still be heard,
And I know days of withdrawal,
Are needed now,
After which I will be fine,
Smiling as always,
Still seeking the unknown,
But this time I won’t get lost.
~*~*~



What can inspire you?


I get inspired by so many things, incidences, people I meet, places I go, memories from the past. Just about anything in the world can inspire me I guess. I have a soft spot for dark poetry though, not exactly sure why. 
These days I do most of my writing at home in my room or at work while I've got some free time. Often I do part of a piece and finish it up later. I have a lot of unfinished drafts waiting to be visited. I guess any quiet place and a thought in my mind is enough to get me started. 




Favorite writers and books?


Ah books, there are so many that I absolutely love that it is hard to list them out. 
Here are a few favorites:
Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Catcher in the Rye
One  Hundred Years of Solitude

Midnight's Children

Nineteen Eighty-Four
My Name is Red
Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy (all 5 parts)


  What are the benefits to be part of Jingle poetry community? Do you enjoy it?



I absolutely love being part of the Jingle community. It helped me connect to many wonderful writers,and every single one of them is so special in every way. I get inspired by people to write, and in a way I think it is because of this that I'm able to continue writing on a regular basis. Jingle works so hard for all of us, giving out awards, and making us feel like a close knit family. I am honored to be a part of this community. 
 

 Are there particular blogs you enjoy visiting?


I have met so many wonderful writers that it would do them all an injustice if I were to pick out a few from them. There are way too many inspiring writers that I've come across. I'd like to thank you all! 



 If you could choose a place in the world and a life for yourself, where would that be and how would your life go?


I don't think I can choose just one place. I want to travel the world, see many places. I don't think I can decide on one kind of life. There is so much to do, I'd want to constantly keep doing new things, and experience different lives. 
 

 From the past centuries, going back in time, where would you think, you will fit perfectly?


I think I fit fine where I am now. The past would've been too restrictive for me, and well I am a gadget and internet addict, don't really think I would've been comfortable in the past. 
But, I am very fond of the Renaissance era, where so many wonderful artists like Leonardo da Vinci and Michaelangelo came from. So much art and knowledge was floating around at that time, would have been a delight to see it happening first hand. I would love to meet the scientists and artists of that era.

 
Dreamer or down to earth person?


Definitely a dreamer 
 

Any advice for people who like to start a blog, who like to do something about their writing?


Never think you cannot write, or that you don't write well. Be persistent, and continue trying to be the best you can be, and you'll find that you can excel.
~*~*~~*~*~~*~*~~*~*~
That would be all for today, thank you Sonam for giving us such precious moments to know you better. 
Good luck and keep writing!
You dear readers, visit her at "Inside the mind of a lunatic" and enjoy her poetry.
Stay tuned for next Wednesday and Christopher's interview with another talented writer from our community.

And I, Scent of my heart, will wish you a good day and end this post with Sonam's poem

On writing
~*~*~
Volatile, like ethanol,
My thoughts evaporate,
One after another,
Until the mind finds,
Itself drunken on words,
Flowing endlessly from,
The depths of my imagination.

Worlds unknown, borrowed,
From the world we live in,
Encumbered by the limitations,
Of all we see and believe,
Yet still the surreal voices,
Echoing from written verse,
Seem so strange to hear.

Visions of our deepest fears,
Darkness and chaos,
Come together to spread,
Terror in our hearts,
Only to be shattered
By heroes unheard of,
To melt all that makes us afraid.

Like an artist without a brush,
Always painting pictures,
From the depths of the soul,
With colors unknown,
But felt in every stroke,
Of the pen we dearly hold,
As the heart bleeds.

The song of the heart,
Escapes as barely a whisper,
Floating through the air,
Like a fragrant perfume,
Sweet and uplifting,
Touching all but the person,
For whom it was sung.

These feelings in my heart,
Rarely spoken of,
Yet always written about,
Bring into solid form,
My true inner self,
More realistically than,
The words left unspoken.

What am I without my muse;
Without the pen in my hand,
And thoughts wild in my mind;
Without empty words,
Building so much meaning;
Without momentary feelings,
Bringing life permanence?

I would be Nothing,
But the sweet fragrance,

Of wild strawberries,
Floating through the air,
Untouched, unfelt, unheard.
Yet always present,
Silently hidden.
~*~*~
 "You bring color into my life" by Sonam Mandal on Ripples through this imagination
~*~*~~*~*~~*~*~~*~*~