[stylist] Poem in Your Pocket Day, April 24

[Jackie Williams]

Fellow Poets,
My assignment this week in my critique group was to select four short,
accessible poems, print and cut them  apart, and bring them to the senior
center to put in a large bucket on the sign in table. Since there 14 of us
in my class, if we each make ten copies of each poem, making 40 poems, that
it is quite a few that might convince a non-poet that it is a worthwhile and
enjoyable craft.
         I have enclosed the ones I printed and cut apart. I did not print
where they were published, and the amount of the award. That is just for
your information to give you an idea of categories, where you can send them,
and what you can earn. 
 
Poem in Your Pocket Day           Jacqueline Williams April 24, '14
 
Indiana Third Place, 48 entries
 
Obituary                           
 
When I am settled down up there
I'll have myself a holy tear,
or when I'm fired up down there,
I'll surely make the Devil care.
 
But if I'm not invited in
because of godly grace or sin,
I'll plant myself in earth with men,
and grow to bud and bloom again.
 
Arkansas, 1st Place, $25.
A limerick but very serious, called a Merickli
 
The Trigger Points of Nature Do Not Lie
 
Our earth sheds its tears, gasps for air.
Our experts, denied, feel despair.
The oceans may die,
and forests don't lie.
Producers of carbon don't care.
 
ASPS, Twitter Poetry, 2011, First place, 25.00
 
String Theory Made Easy
                                                          
It seems
I have a choice.
Become an entity
who's all unwound or one who's tied
in knots. 
 
Old Age  unpublished
 
When there 
is no place left 
to sail your boat-set eyes 
upon that arc of blue and stay 
afloat.
 
The two twitter poems are Cinquains
Perhaps you all would like to try a short accessible poem for such a
purpose? Are there more than eight poets in our group?
Though the national deadline was today, Florida has done things like this
for the entire month of April.
 
 
Jackie Lee
 
Time is the school in which we learn.
Time is the fire in which we burn.
Delmore Schwartz