Friday, July 19, 2019

MOON Poems & A Rocket Poem



This weekend my husband and I will be celebrating the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing--and our 50th wedding anniversary! So...today, I thought I'd share some of my original moon poems and one rocket poem.
THINGS TO DO IF YOU ARE THE MOON
Live in the sky.
Be bold…
OR
be shy.
Wax and wane
in your starry terrain.
Be a circle of light,
just a sliver of white,
or hide in the shadows
and vanish from sight.
Look like a pearl
when you’re brim-full
and bright.
Hang in the darkness.
Dazzle the night.

Mirror
Of the sun, bright
Orb in the evening sky, Earth's
Nightlight

Now that the sun has left the sky.
It’s time for ME to shine on high…
To spread my gentle pearly light
For all the creatures of the night.

Sometimes Moon is round and bright.
Sometimes it’s just a wisp of white.
Sometimes it vanishes from sight.
Moon is an ever-changing light.
 
Night sang Sun a lullaby,
sprinkled stars across the sky, 
switched on Moon
and let it shine
into this little room of mine.

Roaring
Off the launchpad in a
Cloud of smoke,
Kicking off its invisible tether to
Earth, it blasts into space, blazing a
Trail, searing the sky with its fiery tail.

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The Poetry Friday Roundup is at Carol's Corner this week.

 

 

Friday, June 14, 2019

Poem for a Retiring Teacher



A few weeks ago, I was asked to write a poem for one of my former teaching colleagues who was retiring. I had worked with Robin for a dozen years. She came to my elementary school after I'd been teaching there for more than twenty years. She was a wonderful addition to our teaching staff. She was hard-working, dedicated, loved children, and got along well with everyone.

As I was thinking about how to approach writing a poem about my friend, a poem by Mary O'Neill titled Miss Norma Jean Pugh, First Grade Teacher came to mind. I pulled The Random House Book of Poetry for Children off the shelf and read the poem. It was the perfect inspiration for my poem about Robin.  (Click here to read O'Neill's poem.)

A POEM FOR ROBIN
By Elaine Magliaro

On a morning in May that's sunny and bright
When robins are singing with great delight
And butterflies flit through blossomed air
And lilac scents are everywhere
And honeybees buzz around apple trees
And you feel the breath of spring in a gentle breeze...
When your whole wide world seems fresh and new
And sparkles with beads of morning dew
And you'd like to fly a kite or climb a tree,
Play with your friends down by the sea,
Ride your bike and roller blade,
And have an exciting escapade--
Who cares if two and two are four...
Or five or six or even more?
Who cares if Earth is shaped like a sphere
Or December's the last month of the year?
Well, now I do--I really do
Even though I didn't used to--
Not until I met Mrs. Berg!
She's pretty old as teachers go--
Fifty-four or six or eight or so--
But she makes her students WANT to KNOW!

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Laura Shovan has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.

 

 



Friday, May 24, 2019

FACING IT: A Poem for Memorial Day




 My father served in the army during World War II. One of my mother's first cousins, John Koziski, was  killed in that war. A number of my friends served in the Vietnam War. Two did not return home. I'm
 posting a poem by Yusef Komunyakaa in honor of them and all of our veterans who have served our 
 country during wartime.

 FACING IT
 By Yusef Komunyakaa

My black face fades,   
hiding inside the black granite.   
I said I wouldn't  
dammit: No tears.   
I'm stone. I'm flesh.   
My clouded reflection eyes me   
like a bird of prey, the profile of night   
slanted against morning. I turn   
 

this way—the stone lets me go.   
I turn that way—I'm inside   
the Vietnam Veterans Memorial
again, depending on the light
to make a differenceVietnam Veterans Memorial Located in Washington D.C., the Memorial is roughly 500 feet wide, and the names of soldiers who died in Vietnam are etched on its black granite walls. For more information and photos, visit The Wall-USA.
   


Click here to read the rest of the poem.




 
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Dani has the Poetry Friday Roundup at Doing the Work that Matters.

 

 

Friday, May 10, 2019

A Poem in Memory of My Beautiful Mother




A poem in memory of my beautiful mother Mary Koziski Drabik (February 24, 1918-January 5, 2017)
MOTHER'S DAY
by David Young

I see her doing something simple, paying bills,
or leafing through a magazine or book,
and wish that I could say, and she could hear,

that now I start to understand her love
for all of us, the fullness of it.

Click here to read the rest of the poem.
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My mother's last Mother's Day (2016)
Mother's Day 2012

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Elizabeth Steinglass has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week.




Friday, May 3, 2019

DOUBLE DACTYLS about Fairy Tales & Children's Books



Here are some double dactyls that I wrote years ago. All of them are about children’s books and fairy tales. Not sure that I adhered to the poetic form perfectly. Still, it was fun writing them!

Higgeldy piggeldy
Charlotte Cavatica,
Writer and weaver,
Spun tales for her friend,

Wilbur, the runt pig
She nurtured and cherished.
That spider was loyal
And true to the end.


Higgeldy piggeldy
Vegan Pete Rabbit
Pilfered some lettuce
And carrots and kale.

Mister McGregor
Chased after that bunny
But Peter escaped
By the fluff of his tail.

 
Higgeldy piggeldy
Poor Sleeping Beauty
Slumbered for decades
Because of a spell.

Prince Charming knelt down and
Kissed the prone princess.
They married. They’re happy.
There’s no more to tell.

 
Higgeldy piggeldy
Sad Cinderella
Sat in the ashes
Bemoaning her fate.

Godmother fairy
Said: “Honey, don’t blubber.
My magic will score you
A rich, handsome mate.”

 
Higgeldy piggeldy
Beauty was grossed out
Watching the ugly Beast
Nnoshing raw boar.

“God,” she said, “can’t you please
Masticate quietly!
Dining with you is
A distasteful chore.”
 
 
Higgeldy piggeldy
Max was a "wild thing,"
Got into mischief,
Was sent to his room,
 
Kicked up a rumpus
With Like-minded wild things.
Some kiddies go crazy
Once they leave the womb.

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Click here for the definition of the Double Dactyl from The Poetry Foundation.

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Jama has the Poetry Friday Roundup at her wonderful blog Alphabet Soup.