http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2019/06/short-story-slam-week-120-august-1.html
emily enjoys a vacation to Chengde, P. R. China
Lisa Wingate often recalls her childhood memory
P is for Princeton Faculty and Precious Freedom
it is a petting zoo in our poetic group
a previous member and a present poet
both love reading our poems
a poison free and practising site
we write and promote poems a lot
we prefer online blogging
which is perfect for personals
http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2019/06/short-story-slam-week-116-june-6-june.html
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2019/05/peaceful-moments-will-always-shinehappy.html
https://www.nytimes.com/by/maggie-haberman
the most general-smart human is you
the best wisdom and courage is you
the cutest imagery brought to poets rally is you
the unexpected poems written is by you
.
you are me
I am you
we are them
they are us
.
a poem is a good friend
it provides pink and green hope
once there is hope
there is dream and satisfaction
xu xiaolan, xu jianying, ma ran, he zi,
ma shiping, ma bing, ma yun, ma yingjiu,
xi jingping, xi mingze, xing yunlong,
all lords and princess shall sit cute
and saying good things is rewarding
“happy mothers day”
http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.com/2019/04/world-peace-in-may-by-jp-at-olive.html
a poem by Laynie gosney Knauss Zenickova Macleon
why do I think of this?
how do I make thing go smooth without confusion?
I try to avoid unnecessary puzzlement
I do mind my mood and my academic progress
a school kids have a cell phone,
he plays a game in it, NORMAL!
a human who attends high school own a individual blog,
it is free, no charge, no bills,
why not making it normal?
bb caller, t-mobile, samsung, galaxy 4, tom,
we all seem adapting ourself to a new planet—-blogging sophere
a ball which rolls with unexpected power
landing on one is good,
it speaks of your type of language…
http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2019/04/short-story-slam-week-113-apr-25-may-12.html
Senna
With ink-stained lips,
The boy leaves his poem
For the cool outdoors
Basho
Stillness and solitude –
Sinking into stones,
The trill of cicadas
Senna
with steel-hooked face
the man bakes his muffins
for the hottest poem blooming in paris
Basho
noise and cello strings
echoing half notes into blood type B
the fancy of yalu river
http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2019/03/short-story-slam-week-112special-april.html
V —- Virginia Wesleyan University
Benjamin Astrum
Dr. Robert “Bob” Hasty is immersed in music. The Evanston resident is principal conductor of the Highland Park Strings, associate director of orchestras at Northwestern University, and music director of the Kenosha Symphony Orchestra and the Skokie Valley Symphony Orchestra, as well as a frequent guest conductor and freelance violinist and violist. He is married to singer-songwriter Christina Trullio.
Q: What was your career goal when you were growing up?
A: I wasn’t sure. I just knew I didn’t want to do music. A lot of that was because my parents were. I think I just wanted to be independent and follow my own path. My dad is a choral musician and a professionally trained singer. My mother has two degrees in music as a singer. My brother also is in choral music. I was the black sheep of the family. I went into instrumental music.
Q: How did you initially avoid going into music?
A: I was really interested in math and engineering. I went to USC (University of Southern California). Even though I was a violin major, I studied other subjects — ready to change my major at any moment.
Q: When did you begin conducting?
A: I realized who I admired most in music. It was teachers because they had families and lives and other interests. I believe the conductor inside of me was saying, “Go into teaching because you’ll get to conduct.” So I switched my major to music education and became a high school band and orchestra teacher.
Q: What do you enjoy about performing with your wife?
A: It’s something we can do together. It was the first opportunity I had to play fiddle and improvise.
Q: Do you have children?
A: My stepdaughter Emily has given us two grandkids, Sadie and Hugo. My wife and I have two others. My son Christopher goes to Indiana University and my daughter Sophie is a senior at Evanston Township High School.
Q: Do you have any pets?
A: We have a pretty old dog named Angus and we gave my daughter a cat that she named Mordechai.
Q: What’s your idea of a perfect day?
A: Riding my bike. I’m an avid bicyclist. I just finished riding the North Shore Century. Brewing beer. If there’s a USC football game on, that would be the perfect day. And, of course, spending time with my family.
Q: What’s your most prized possession?
A: My family is the greatest gift. All of the other possessions don’t mean that much to me.
Q: What current movie would you recommend?
A: “Won’t You Be My Neighbor?,” the one about Fred Rogers.
Q: What book are you reading?
A: I really enjoy books about spirituality. I’m reading “What is the Bible?” by Rob Bell.
Myrna Petlicki is a freelancer.
http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2019/03/thursday-thursday-poets-rally-week-90.html
Kobayashi Issa
Alone among the shady bushes
A girl is singing
A rice planter’s song
Masaoka Shiki
A river in summer
There’s a bridge here, but
My horse prefers water
Kaikyo
With useless authority
The great horned owl
Sits moon-eyed in daylight
Etsujin
I envy the tomcat:
How easily he lets go of
Love’s pain and longing
HannahNime
i try to catch some wind
ending up empty handed
peter pan bus roars by
SarahpoXibei
irene and susan grace
which one impresses Grayson
ask the boomer fish
Bobcolemanwill
lao chunyan and cao yi
they sing operas for dou yi in Jinan
a neighborly and wavely high
sarah constantin
a fitbit for sarah’s dreams
a—adventure
b—books
c—clothes to wear
d—dance steps
e—elephant
f—friends
g—grace
http://bluebellbooks.blogspot.com/2019/03/short-story-slam-week-110march-7-to.html
miami, florida,
jacksonville, georgia
people make a journey to the bayfront
talking into empty space
giving light feedback to wondrous sea
.
a dove may sit near
a cloud may sail low above
yet we machine ourselves with no flying assumption
but pack ourselves with yearning deman—
through night sky, via chopsticks during a meal
