tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.comments2013-08-02T23:06:21.769-07:00p*tagUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-28448069268502490822013-08-02T23:06:21.769-07:002013-08-02T23:06:21.769-07:00very useful information to add to my knowledge. I ...very useful information to add to my knowledge. I bookmarked this page, I will visit again later. Currently I'm writing a book <a href="http://belajarsatujam.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">cara jualan di facebook</a>.belajar satu jamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00057116694804487536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-49229980202835964422013-06-24T22:09:10.171-07:002013-06-24T22:09:10.171-07:00I am also interested .. whether there is still a c...I am also interested .. whether there is still a chance? regards <a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lakeisha-souvenir-pernikahan/498487416883984" rel="nofollow">souvenir pernikahan</a>Reyna Saraswathttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15510713223303186226noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-76370443908620426242013-05-27T08:44:24.409-07:002013-05-27T08:44:24.409-07:00like being in a place very far from the city ..
ju...like being in a place very far from the city ..<br /><a href="http://penjualkeripik.blogspot.com" rel="nofollow">jual keripik</a>Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07392736668259369462noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-77951659453298089572013-05-03T13:50:31.082-07:002013-05-03T13:50:31.082-07:00I love this poem by Joyce Sidman. The title could ...I love this poem by Joyce Sidman. The title could say Perfect (for Nicole) and it would describe how I see my daughter. She is now an adult and soon to be a mother for the first time. She lights up the world just by being in it. Thanks JoyceAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14979575745478270030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-91360499588840564912012-12-13T10:32:27.179-08:002012-12-13T10:32:27.179-08:00Congratulations, everyone: you have won an e-book!...Congratulations, everyone: you have won an e-book! If you want to send me an email at janet AT janetwong DOT com with the following:<br /><br />1. the email address to use (will this book go to you or are you giving it as a gift? if it's a gift, I'll need the email address of the recipient--NOTE: P*TAG is best for teens and adults; and<br /><br />2. the device they (or you) will use: Kindle/iPad or Nook.<br /><br />Happy 12-12-12! I loved your fun and creative 12-word comments!!Janet Wonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06335945237210886655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-16094674634631672052012-12-03T14:23:14.748-08:002012-12-03T14:23:14.748-08:00Peek at poetry: wisps of thought artfully woven b...Peek at poetry: wisps of thought artfully woven by poets for us.skanny17https://www.blogger.com/profile/07488350213473016250noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-78326343740363924122012-11-24T13:26:35.417-08:002012-11-24T13:26:35.417-08:00Poetry is our existence condensed to its bare esse...Poetry is our existence condensed to its bare essence. Charles Watershttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18336052424127127605noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-20345702490422976442012-11-13T14:56:43.337-08:002012-11-13T14:56:43.337-08:00Poetry as an alien language
comes
as a visitor fro...Poetry as an alien language<br />comes<br />as a visitor from no where-land<br />Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15126155763505377390noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-48565027931698500172012-11-13T10:35:34.567-08:002012-11-13T10:35:34.567-08:00Poetry reading=FINE!
Greatly sublime
you will find...Poetry reading=FINE!<br />Greatly sublime<br />you will find<br />in Poetry Tag Time.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01825251724115541708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-20070453024045832592012-11-12T20:14:01.322-08:002012-11-12T20:14:01.322-08:00[I'll get us started with an example:]
"...[I'll get us started with an example:]<br /><br />"What if, instead of war, we shared our buckets of wind and" <br /><br />[those 12 words are part of the opening lines of "Blue Bucket" by Naomi Shihab Nye, in P*TAG]<br />Janet Wonghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06335945237210886655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-65597444700648046222012-11-12T18:35:28.811-08:002012-11-12T18:35:28.811-08:00Learned of the contest from David L. -
Love the id...Learned of the contest from David L. -<br />Love the idea, & wish you well!Matt Forrest Esenwinehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04230063389130167424noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-41211132142595888502011-08-30T14:43:31.264-07:002011-08-30T14:43:31.264-07:00Here is my poem inspired by your picture of rocks....Here is my poem inspired by your picture of rocks.<br /><br />Stone Woman/Rock House<br /><br />Each day on her morning walks<br />the woman would pick up rocks.<br />Then she'd take them home,<br />and caress each precious stone. <br /><br />At first, she'd place them<br />in bowls for friends to play<br />when the bowls began to fill<br />she moved to the window sill.<br /><br />She'd place the stones<br />in groups of two or four<br />hoping they'd be comfortable <br />until she could bring even more.<br /><br />She'd hold them and turn them,<br />she'd dust and water them.<br />She placed the rocks in neat little rows<br />or clustered like an English garden grows<br />trying to coax them into bloom.<br /><br />She'd sing to the rocks,<br />she'd jabber and croon.<br />She cracked one open<br />and saw the moon,<br />and light like stars<br />sparkled inside.<br />Each little stone<br />was her special pride.<br /><br />She worried the rocks<br />until the day<br />when one of the stones<br />finally said, “Stop.”<br /><br />He was a sage of a rock,<br />who started this tale,<br />“Never has there been a man,<br />or animals, fish or bird<br />insect or reptile—no one never--<br />that hasn't been touched<br />by a rock.!”<br /><br />So the woman stopped <br />what she had to do <br />and sat to listen to<br />all the rock had to tell.<br /><br />He told stories from <br />the beginning of time<br />when rocks came together<br />to make the earth sublime. <br /><br />Of fruit and flowers<br />and whiling away hours<br />from dinosaurs to Indians,<br />and trains crossing plains,<br />of farmers and wars<br />and hurricanes.<br /><br />The woman grew old <br />listening to stones<br />and when she died<br />she wasn't alone.<br /><br />The rocks all giggled<br /> feeling her mirth<br />they rolled to cover<br /> the woman in earth.Joyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01825251724115541708noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7187239743874297490.post-39204665025879042422011-08-05T14:31:41.369-07:002011-08-05T14:31:41.369-07:00What a great idea and list of poets! I can't ...What a great idea and list of poets! I can't wait to read the poems!Lindahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01786457482835741494noreply@blogger.com