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02-18-2007, 04:18 PM
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Poet's Corner 2007 - A Home for New Mexico Poets
Note to Bloggers: This is a multi-page Journal! Use the page navigation bar located on the right below the last post on this page to view more pages.
My name is Gair. I'm a musician, artist, and writer who has lived for many years in the old village of La Joya, New Mexico.
Thanks to all of our New Mexico and world wide poets for their transplendent contributions in 2006. My dream is to see a compilation published one day, but for now, our 2006 blog is off to the archives. To read what was posted in 2006, click here.
As poets, however obscure, we should be proud to be dabbling in this ancient, (some would say dying), art form. So come on cave painters, throw some roots into the fire and work your enchantments!
Once again, we are trying to deemphasize the politics and raunch, since we have kids visiting and contributing here.
Thanks! gair88
Visit the 2006 Poet's Corner here.
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Ephemerids
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1974
Irmgard Flügge-Lotz, Stanford University's first woman Professor of Engineering who specialised in fluid dynamics and control systems, died 1900
Associated Press organizes in NYC as non-profit news cooperative 1900
Edwin S Votey patents pneumatic piano player 1902
36th Belmont 1905
Royal Academy in Delft Holland becomes Technical High School 1906
10th anniversary Olympic games close at Athens, Greece |
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Of course, we'd better give the bard his due. After all, none less than Noah Webster, contended that Shakespeare may have pretty much invented Valentine's Day, as we know it:
"The fourteenth of February is a day sacred to St. Valentine! It was a very odd notion, alluded to by Shakespeare, that on this day birds begin to couple; hence, perhaps, arose the custom of sending on this day letters containing professions of love and affection."
Here is a poem, written way back in the last century
To the idiot siren songs
To the mermaids singing from the rocks
If I weren't addicted you would be beside me now
We'd watch old movies on your beat up black and white T.V.
the way we used to
You'd cook us cabbage and sour cream and we'd
maybe have kids to try to make happy which would
make us happy ... that's how it works, isn't it?
And we'd go to sleep with the souls of our
bare feet against each other
Or like spoons....
Have a romantic Valentine's Day!
gair88 and the poet's corner blog
YOU are old, Father William," the young man said,
"And your hair has become very white;
And yet you incessantly stand on your head--
Do you think, at your age, it is right?"
"In my youth," Father William replied to his son,
"I feared it might injure the brain;
But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,
Why, I do it again and again."
"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,
And have grown most uncommonly fat;
Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door--
Pray, what is the reason of that?"
"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his gray locks,
"I kept all my limbs very supple
By the use of this ointment -- one shilling the box --
Allow me to sell you a couple?"
"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak
For anything tougher than suet;
Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak--
Pray, how did you manage to do it?"
"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,
And argued each case with my wife;
And the muscular strength which it gave to my jaw
Has lasted the rest of my life."
"You are old," said the youth, "one would hardly suppose
That your eye was as steady as ever;
Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose--
What made you so awfully clever?"
"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"
Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!
Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?
Be off, or I'll kick you down-stairs!"
The Sages Say
By Gwen Roath
©2007
Stop and smell the roses,
The sages always say
But what if I miss the flowers
Further along the way?
Opportunity only knocks once they say
But what if it comes while I'm away?
Or stuck on the toilet, can't answer the door –
Won't it leave a package, a note saying more?
We all look to the future as our salvation
As we plan the perfect night, or world or vacation
And then we climb over the fence only to discover
There's goat heads here too, amidst the sweet clover.
Some run through life, some skip, some stumble
Some laugh, some sing, some cry, some grumble
Then someone yells: "Carpe diem: Seize the day!"
I just putter through life in my own little way.
To the birds that steak across the mountains in the breeze
We are just a nuisance to be endured
Neither Troy nor Hiroshima left them much impressed or too concerned
If our race should quit the earth, the birds would carry on without a blink
But if we awoke one day without them
To lift us with song and flight
Then the poet in each heart would perish
And the window to the soul could pass no light
Steppin' Out New Mexico/Poet's Corner Blog
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SUNDAY APRIL 29th
2:00 P.M.
MANZANARES STREET
COFFEEHOUSE
On the historic plaza in
SOCORRO, NM
SPECIAL GUEST READERS!
SOUL ALTERING REVELATIONS!
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