Wednesday, December 30, 2015

The Helpless Doorknob: A Found Poem

THE HELPLESS DOORKNOB: A FOUND POEM
by Monty Gilmer

a pack of twenty cards featuring the finely detailed,
enigmatic art and text of Edward Gorey.
Adolphus in this story is a large, black dog,
black as melancholy.)


Agatha finished
Knitting a scarf
For Augustus.
Amanda wrote
A note
To Augustus.
Angus lost
A shoe
Not far from
The folly.
Albert left
For Peru.

Arthur's outdoor garments turned up
In a guestroom closet.
Agatha taught Adolphus
To dance the one-step.


Andrew came across
A horrid secret in
Adela's diary.
Adela flung
Angela's baby
From an upstairs window.
Adela became disoriented
At Alaric's funeral.

Angus inherited
The grandfather clock from Aunt Ada.
Alfred returned
Angus concealed
A lemon behind a cushion.
Alethea vanished
From a picnic.
A mysterious urn
Appeared in the grounds.

Amanda found
Several unfolded napkins
On a back shelf.
Agatha pedalled
To the neighbouring village
For help.

Andrew received a postcard
From Amaryllis.
Ambrose took an overdose
Of sarsaparilla.

A disguised person came to one
Of the side doors.
Adela could not find her way
Out of the woods.




Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Monday, December 28, 2015

"Year's End" by Richard Wilbur : The Poetry Foundation

Read the poem Year’s End by Richard Wilbur : The Poetry Foundation

As American author Hal Borland (1900-1978) wrote, "Year's end is neither an end nor a beginning but a going on, with all the wisdom that experience can instill in us."

Richard Wilbur
American poet and translator;
poet laureate (1987-88)

Saturday, December 26, 2015

Tuesday, December 22, 2015

"Christmas Mail" by Ted Kooser : The Poetry Foundation




THE WISE STILL SEEK HIM

*

In this season

of warmth and tradition,

let us not forget Christ,

the reason behind our celebration


(Greeting from a Christmas card, 2015)


Monday, December 21, 2015

"The Twelve Days of Christmas" by Anonymous : The Poetry Foundation

According to American cartoonist Charles M. Schulz (1922-2000), "Christmas is hearing about those partridges and pear trees until you're ready to lose your mind." The following is a version of the traditional English carol "The Twelve Days of Christmas" that is somewhat different from the familiar version of it: The Twelve Days of Christmas by Anonymous : The Poetry Foundation

Thursday, December 17, 2015

"The Oxen" by Thomas Hardy : The Poetry Foundation

A widespread folk-belief is that cattle fall on their knees at midnight of Christmas Eve, as did the ox in the stable at Bethlehem when Christ was born. Here is a poem about that folk-belief: The Oxen by Thomas Hardy : The Poetry Foundation

Thomas Hardy (1840-1928)
English novelist and poet

Sunday, December 13, 2015

"The Final Say: Third Sunday of Advent" by Monty Gilmer

Today is the third Sunday of Advent. Read Matthew 11:2-19 in The Holy Bible: King James Version.


THE FINAL SAY: DANCE
by Monty Gilmer

We have piped unto you, and ye have not danced;
we have mourned unto you, and ye have not lamented.
     THE BIBLE:
     Matthew 11:17 (King James Version)

Pipers
piped unto ladies,
who danced.
     MONTY GILMER
     in Six-Word Memoirs, sixwordmemoirs.com



Friday, December 11, 2015

"The Final Say: Discerning the Face of the Sky" by Monty Gilmer

THE FINAL SAY: DISCERNING THE FACE OF THE SKY
by Monty Gilmer

To the memory of my father
Hugh M. Gilmer (1914-2006),
who was a farmer


     Jesus said, "When it is evening, ye say, 'It will be fair weather: for the sky is red.' And in the morning, 'It will be foul weather today: for the sky is red and lowering'" (The Bible: Matthew 16:2-3, King James Version).
     An anonymous, old weather rhyme reads:

     Evening red and morning gray
     Are the signs of a bonny day.
     Evening gray and morning red
     Bring down rain on the farmer's head.



"I'll tell you how the sun rose -- " by Emily Dickinson : Bartleby.com

Read this poem about a dayI'll tell you how the sun rose -- by Emily Dickinson : Bartleby.com
This poem is good for children.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886)
American poet

Thursday, December 10, 2015

Monday, December 7, 2015

"Look not in my eyes, for fear" by A. E. Housman

Lyric 15 from A Shropshire Lad (1896)
by A. E. Housman

Look not in my eyes, for fear
   They mirror true the sight I see,
And there you find your face too clear
   And love it and be lost like me.
One the long nights through must lie
   Spent in star-defeated sighs,
But why should you as well as I
   Perish? -- gaze not in my eyes.

A Grecian lad, as I hear tell,
   One that many loved in vain,
Looked into a forest well
   And never looked away again.
There, when the turf in springtime flowers,
   With downward eye and gazes sad,
Stands amid the glancing showers
   A jonquil, not a Grecian lad.


A. E. Housman (1859-1956)
English classical scholar and poet
(Photographed by E. O. Hoppe)

Sunday, December 6, 2015

"What Can Advent Teach Us About Waiting on God?" | Blog | American Bible Society News

Today is the second Sunday of Advent. Read What Can Advent Teach Us About Waiting on God? | Blog | American Bible Society News


A poem for Advent from the King James Bible

(Isaiah 40:3, 52:10. Adapted by Monty Gilmer from
the hymn "Prepare the Way of the Lord")

Prepare ye the way
of the Lord, prepare the way
of the Lord, and all
the ends of the earth shall see
the salvation of our God.

Saturday, December 5, 2015

"In the bleak midwinter" by Christina Rossetti : The Poetry Foundation

Read the Christmas poem "In the bleak midwinter" by Christina Rossetti, an English poet who was born on this day in 1830.

Read about this Christmas carol based on a poem by Christina Rossetti (1830-1894): "In the Bleak Midwinter"

Also read about the winter solstice.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Martin Luther King, Jr.'s Messianic Hope

The words of the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., and of Isaiah the prophet (Isaiah 40:4-5 from the King James Bible) make up this found poem for Advent:

I have a dream that one day
Every valley shall be exalted,
And every mountain and hill shall be made low:
And the crooked shall be made straight,
And the rough places plain:
And the glory of the Lord shall be revealed,
And all flesh shall see it together.


Note: I found this poem in and adapted it from the Rev. Dr. King's address at the Lincoln Memorial during the March on Washington on August 28, 1963.


Tuesday, December 1, 2015

"Song of the Oriental Poet" by Anonymous

SONG OF THE ORIENTAL POET
Anonymous

Spring is past,
Summer is gone,
Winter is here,
And my song that I was meant to sing
Is still unsung.
I have spent my days
Stringing and unstringing my instrument.

~~~

     It was about the poem above that Joyce Rupp wrote, "Whenever I read these lines a certain sadness enters my soul. I get so preoccupied with the details and pressure of my schedule, with the hurry and worry of life, that I miss the song of goodness which is waiting to be sung through me."