Showing posts with label Poems_for_the_Pandemic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poems_for_the_Pandemic. Show all posts
Sunday, May 24, 2020

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Poem 73 (Pandemic Day 75) We Have a Beautiful Mother We have a beautiful mother Her hills are buffaloes Her buffaloes  hills....
Saturday, May 23, 2020

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Poem 72 (Pandemic Day 74) What the Ancient Ones Knew Petroglyphs in the rock: a woman balancing a world in each outstretched hand...
Wednesday, May 20, 2020

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Poem 68 (Pandemic Day 71) FLOTSAM Cool day Middle of May Fleece jacket, helmet, just enough to break the chill Two wheels take me o...
Tuesday, May 19, 2020

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Poem 67 (Pandemic Day 70) I Hope You Dance I hope you never lose your sense of wonder You get your fill to eat but always keep that h...
Monday, May 18, 2020

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Poem 66 (Pandemic Day 69) To Manage She writes to me--      I can't sleep because I'm seventeen Sometimes I lie awake thi...
Sunday, May 17, 2020

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Poem 65 (Pandemic Day 68) Time is Time is... Too slow for those who wait, Too swift for those who fear, Too long for those who gr...
Saturday, May 16, 2020

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Poem 64  (Pandemic 67) How To Be An Artist Stay loose. Learn to watch snails. Plant impossible gardens.  Invite someone dangerous t...
Friday, May 15, 2020

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Poems 62 and 63 (Pandemic Day 66) Thirteen Ways of Looking at a House A house covers up everybody's problems. A person walking by ...
Thursday, May 14, 2020

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Poem 61 (Pandemic Day 65) From: A Grateful Heart:  Daily Blessings for the Evening Meal from Buddha to the Beatles Empower me     ...
Wednesday, May 13, 2020

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Poem 60 (Pandemic Day 64) IN BLACK EARTH, WISCONSIN thistles take the hillside a purple glory of furred spears a fierce army of ...
Tuesday, May 12, 2020

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Poem 59 (Pandemic Day 63) When I was teaching, we planned in 9-week blocks.  Teacher work days were scheduled for the end of the quarter, ...
Monday, May 11, 2020

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Poem 58 (Pandemic Day 62) And My Heart Soars By Chief Dan George The beauty of the trees, the softness of the air, the fragrance ...
Sunday, May 10, 2020

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Poem 57 (Pandemic Day 61) Sunday, May 10, Mother's Day For a Mother-To-Be Nothing could have prepared Your heart to open like this. ...
Saturday, May 9, 2020

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Poem 56 (Pandemic Day 60) Two People She reads the paper, while he turns on TV she likes the mountains, he craves the sea. He...
Friday, May 8, 2020

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Poems 53-55 (Pandemic Day 59) The poems I'm going to share today are from the book Art & Love: An Illustrated Anthology of Love Po...
Thursday, May 7, 2020

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Poems 51 and 52 (Pandemic Day 58) By My Age By my age I thought I would finally be able to  Finish Moby Dick, Wait for the meal to ...
Wednesday, May 6, 2020

Mid-Life Crisis by Judith Viorst

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Poem 50 (Pandemic Day 57) Mid-life Crisis What am I doing with a mid-life crisis? This morning I was seventeen. I have barely begun ...
Tuesday, May 5, 2020

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Poem 49 (Pandemic Day 56--8 weeks and many more to come) A Good Catch Although he is still wearing his college ring, And driving a wh...
Monday, May 4, 2020

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Poem 48 (Pandemic Day 55) If I Were in Charge of the World If I were in charge of the world I'd cancel oatmeal, Monday mornings...
Sunday, May 3, 2020

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Poem 47 Pandemic Day 54) Early Evening in the Kitchen of Love Love is always stirring and  thinking about what it will do. St. Teres...