Youths Can Raise Funds, Fight Drug Abuse Through Education
[ad_1] Let’s say that you are facing the challenge of selecting a project for yourself or your scout group or boys’ or girls’ club and you need a topic to work on. Perhaps you want to earn a Scout Badge for yourself or want to pick a topic upon which you and your club can […]
Yoga and Love – Part I
[ad_1] Tales of love surround us. Popular songs, amorous movies, romance novels, grocery-store tabloids-all sell “love.” Yet do these starry-eyed dramas rife with reckless and chaotic emotions truly portray its ways? Passion and possessiveness, jealousy and infatuation – can these be love? Don’t these actually reduce the expansive love of the Spirit to grasping, grabby […]
Christopher Okigbo – Looking Back at His Short-lived Life and Taking Stock of His Poetic Legacy
[ad_1] Christopher Ifekandu Okigbo one of the earliest Nigerian poets, who within his short lifetime, for he died fighting for the independence of Biafra, established himself as a central figure in the development of modern African poetry,has remained one of the most important African poets to write in English. Generally acknowledged as a master poet […]
Family Caregivers Have Promises to Keep
[ad_1] I’ve been a family caregiver for three generations of family members, and am my disabled husband’s caregiver now. My caregiving days begin early and often end late. It’s a grueling schedule. The other evening, when I was feeling spent, Robert Frost’s poem, “Stopping By Woods On a Snowy Evening,” came to mind. I love […]
Literary Cubism – A Non-Structured Structure For Twenty-first Century Storytelling
[ad_1] The world moves faster these days. From political sound bites to the latest teen idol (who is it this week?) to the rolling scenes of music videos, things come, things go, other things take their place and then they, too, go. But literature, good literature, is meant for savoring. It lingers. Touches. Whispers. Long […]
The Columbian Exchange Beginning With Spanish Colonization
[ad_1] The Europeans’ so-called discovery of the so-called New World goes down in history as one of the most important and earth-shattering moments in human history, ranking right up there with the advent of agriculture, the domestication of animals, and the discovery of the use of fire. Although the Vikings made it to Newfoundland around […]
Creativity in America and How Italians Can Learn From American Ingenuity
[ad_1] Studying Italian culture, Italian language, and English language have been my favorite past times over the past thirty years. I first visited Italy in June 1982 with students from the University of Georgia’s Study Abroad Program led by Dr. Kehoe. I was so fascinated with Italy that I returned another time with that same […]
Live Inspired With Famous Inspiring Quotes
[ad_1] Keeping the quotes in mind all day can help us all to remain inspired and to remember what we strive for and in turn make decisions that will lead us in the direction in which we want to be. Life can often prove to be hard and confusing to navigate. Quotes about life from […]
Learn Numbers With Fun Counting Rhymes For Kids
[ad_1] Learning should be fun and not a chore. Preschoolers and kids will love and enjoy learning the numbers if taught in a fun way. So, why not teach the little ones counting in a musical way by singing some joyful number songs. Develop early math skills of kids by singing fun songs such as: […]
Poetry of Our Time
[ad_1] Book Review: Metric Conversions: Poetry of Our Time (edited, compiled and translated into Crimean Tatar by Taner Murat, with illustrations by Sagida Siraziy). Iasi, Sos: Editura StudIS, 2013. Pages 299. ISBN 9786066244497. Taner Murat has a mission: To revive and popularize his native tongue through poetry. He views the compilation and editing of the […]
The Dawn Of American Literature
[ad_1] Let us talk about American Literature today. It is one of my favourite subjects. American literature has a several aspects. It forms complicated yet valid viewpoints. Various races are described but you cannot study just one of them. There are whites, Irish, British, and Jews. All of them are born and bought up in […]
Seven Deadly Signs of Poetry Scams
[ad_1] In America, poets are held in such low esteem that even the most Honored Representative from Nigeria won’t bother scamming us. Society says to us what Dermot Mulroney says to Julia Roberts in “My Best Friend’s Wedding,” that we are “The pus that infects the mucus that cruds up the fungus that feeds on […]
Robert Burns: Ode For General Washington’s Birthday :
Ode For General Washington’s Birthday 1794 Type: Ode No Spartan tube, no Attic shell, No lyre Aeolian I awake; ‘Tis liberty’s bold note I swell, Thy harp, Columbia, let me take! See gathering thousands, while I sing, A broken chain exulting bring, And dash it in a tyrant’s face, And dare him to his […]
Robert Burns: Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner:
Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner 1789 Type: Epistle Auld comrade dear, and brither sinner, How’s a’ the folk about Glenconner? How do you this blae eastlin wind, That’s like to blaw a body blind? For me, my faculties are frozen, My dearest member nearly dozen’d. I’ve sent you here, by Johnie Simson, Twa […]
Robert Burns: Address Of Beelzebub: To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. M’Kenzie of Applecross, were so audacious as to attempt an escape from their lawful lords and masters whose property they were, by emigrating from the lands of Mr. Macdonald of Glengary to the wilds of Canada, in search of that fantastic thing-Liberty.
Address Of Beelzebub To the Right Honourable the Earl of Breadalbane, President of the Right Honourable and Honourable the Highland Society, which met on the 23rd of May last at the Shakespeare, Covent Garden, to concert ways and means to frustrate the designs of five hundred Highlanders, who, as the Society were informed by Mr. […]
Robert Burns: Ballad On The American War:
Ballad On The American War 1784 Type: Song Tune: Killiecrankie. When Guilford good our pilot stood An’ did our hellim thraw, man, Ae night, at tea, began a plea, Within America, man: Then up they gat the maskin-pat, And in the sea did jaw, man; An’ did nae less, in full congress, Than quite […]
Intruder
Intruder by Alex Gross Email Share Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She […]
Hellcat
Hellcat First a blog post and then my short poem about (the) Hellcat. [lwptoc] Hellcat, what? Here is the story. Below is a poem dedicated to the M18 tank destroyer or to the GM’s Buick Hellcat. I cringe to say it or at least to say it out loud, but when it comes […]
Velocity Of Money poem – Allen Ginsberg
I’m delighted by the velocity of money as it whistles through the windows of Lower East Side Delighted by skyscrapers rising the old grungy apartments falling on 84th Street Delighted by inflation that drives me out on the street After all what good’s the family farm, why eat turkey by thousands every Thanksgiving? Why […]
The White Cliffs
by Alice Duer Miller I I have loved England, dearly and deeply, Since that first morning, shining and pure, The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply Out of the sea that once made her secure. I had no thought then of husband or lover, I was a traveller, […]
Mugging (I) poem – Allen Ginsberg
I Tonite I walked out of my red apartment door on East tenth street’s dusk- Walked out of my home ten years, walked out in my honking neighborhood Tonite at seven walked out past garbage cans chained to concrete anchors Walked under black painted fire escapes, giant castiron plate covering a hole in ground […]
Making The Lion For All It’s Got — A Ballad poem – Allen Ginsberg
I came home and found a lion in my room… [First draft of “The Lion for Real” CP 174-175] A lion met America in the road they stared at each other two figures on the crossroads in the desert. America screamed The lion roared They leaped at each other America desperate to win Fighting […]
Ballad Of The Skeletons poem – Allen Ginsberg
Said the Presidential Skeleton I won’t sign the bill Said the Speaker skeleton Yes you will Said the Representative Skeleton I object Said the Supreme Court skeleton Whaddya expect Said the Miltary skeleton Buy Star Bombs Said the Upperclass Skeleton Starve unmarried moms Said the Yahoo Skeleton Stop dirty art Said the Right Wing […]
Intruder
by Alex Gross Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She goes on her merry way. Along […]
Intruder
by Alex Gross Innocent little girl walking. She is preoccupied, at the moment with An enigma which plagues all young girls At a point. Which Barbie Doll do I want? Another thought enters her head: What’s for dinner? Then: What’s on TV tonight? She goes on her merry way. Along […]
Paris
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) First, London, for its myriads; for its height, Manhattan heaped in towering stalagmite; But Paris for the smoothness of the paths That lead the heart unto the heart’s delight. . . . Fair loiterer on the threshold of those days When there’s no lovelier prize the world displays […]
Ode In Memory Of The American Volunteers Fallen For France
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) I Ay, it is fitting on this holiday, Commemorative of our soldier dead, When — with sweet flowers of our New England May Hiding the lichened stones by fifty years made gray — Their graves in every town are garlanded, That pious tribute should be given too To […]
A Message To America
A poem by Alan Seeger (1888-1916) You have the grit and the guts, I know; You are ready to answer blow for blow You are virile, combative, stubborn, hard, But your honor ends with your own back-yard; Each man intent on his private goal, You have no feeling for the whole; What singly none would […]
Two Quits And Drum And Elegy Drinkers
A poem by Alan Dugan 1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it “street,” allow no ground or green cover for animal sins, but let opacity of sand be glass to keep the heat outside, the senses in. Then, when time’s Drunk, reeling to […]
Two Quits And A Drum And Elegy For Drinkers
A poem by Alan Dugan 1. ON ASPHALT: NO GREENS Quarry out the stone of land, cobble the beach, wall surf, name it “street,” allow no ground or green cover for animal sins, but let opacity of sand be glass to keep the heat outside, the senses in. Then, when time’s Drunk, reeling to […]
On The Civil War On The East Coast Of The United States Of North America 1860 64
A poem by Alan Dugan Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops oh we were marched as we were never marched before and flanked them off from home. Stupid Meade was after them, head on to tail, but we convinced him, finally, to flank, flank, cut off their head. He finally understood, the […]
Internal Migration On Being On Tour
A poem by Alan Dugan As an American traveler I have to remember not to get actionably mad about the way things are around here. Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles away from the way it is around here. I will keep my temper, I will not kill the dog next door, nor will […]
Internal Migration Being Tour
A poem by Alan Dugan As an American traveler I have to remember not to get actionably mad about the way things are around here. Tomorrow I’ll be a thousand miles away from the way it is around here. I will keep my temper, I will not kill the dog next door, nor will […]
Civil War East Coast United States North America 1860 64
A poem by Alan Dugan Because of the unaccountable spirit of the troops oh we were marched as we were never marched before and flanked them off from home. Stupid Meade was after them, head on to tail, but we convinced him, finally, to flank, flank, cut off their head. He finally understood, the […]
I See Chile In My Rearview Mirror
by Agha Shahid Ali By dark the world is once again intact, Or so the mirrors, wiped clean, try to reason. . . –James Merrill This dream of water–what does it harbor? I see Argentina and Paraguay under a curfew of glass, their colors breaking, like oil. The night in Uruguay […]
In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
In The Bus That is Frantically Rushing from Cairo to Port Said by Admiral Mahic I could have gotten married in Egypt With one sun ray, That is masterfully openinig gates of fields in front of the bus that is frantically rushing from Cairo to Port Said … Beside me, the […]
In The Bus That Is Frantically Rushing From Cairo To Port Said
In The Bus That is Frantically Rushing from Cairo to Port Said by Admiral Mahic I could have gotten married in Egypt With one sun ray, That is masterfully openinig gates of fields in front of the bus that is frantically rushing from Cairo to Port Said … Beside me, the […]
To Sir William Davenant
UPON HIS TWO FIRST BOOKS OF GONDIBERT FINISHED BEFORE HIS VOYAGE TO AMERICA. METHINKS heroick poesy till now, Like some fantastick fairy-land did show; Gods, devils, nymphs, witches and giants’ race, And all but man, in man’s chief work had place. Thou, like some worthy knight with sacred arms, Dost drive the monsters thence, […]
Rule I By Eric Mottram Stop Writing Literature You Garrulous Indian
Poems about Poetry Rule I by Eric Mottram : ‘Stop writing Literature, You garrulous Indian!’ by T. Wignesan For Michael Hrebeniak’s jazz saxophone [This memorial poem was published in Radical Poetics (Inventory of Possibilities), Issue One (London), Spring 1997, n.p., edited by one of Eric Mottram’s students at King’s […]
The Wild Goose’s Will by Mike Yuan
Those who know me not Find me a kite tied to the skyline Those who know me well See in me a true sunshine chaser I have never traveled high As the reputed American bald eagle Nor am I attached to the ground Like the pigeons on Tiananmen Square Plumed with the feathers of disappointment […]