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James Gale
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A poem I wrote for my wife .
Remembering
As you stand there in your peaceful, graceful way .
As the wind blows through your hair , I am reminded
of the first day .
You came to me so sudden and so shy . When you
spoke to me , I had to ask myself why.
When you touched me on my face , I thought we were
once joined in another time, another place.
I could not believe that this was happening to me. Then
again with you it was was easy to understand you see.
You looked into my eyes and entered my heart and soul .
We became two into one , we became whole.
When you hold me tight I can feel the love you have
inside .You make me realize theres no need to hide ,
but to carry on with pride.
You give me the strength to go on , the power within .
You always show me the light , the way to begin.
So now when you touch me softly on the face , I can
remember back to that time and place , It was so many
years before , I was lost and nobody loved me , so I
imagined you opened the door .
J. G.
Remembering
As you stand there in your peaceful, graceful way .
As the wind blows through your hair , I am reminded
of the first day .
You came to me so sudden and so shy . When you
spoke to me , I had to ask myself why.
When you touched me on my face , I thought we were
once joined in another time, another place.
I could not believe that this was happening to me. Then
again with you it was was easy to understand you see.
You looked into my eyes and entered my heart and soul .
We became two into one , we became whole.
When you hold me tight I can feel the love you have
inside .You make me realize theres no need to hide ,
but to carry on with pride.
You give me the strength to go on , the power within .
You always show me the light , the way to begin.
So now when you touch me softly on the face , I can
remember back to that time and place , It was so many
years before , I was lost and nobody loved me , so I
imagined you opened the door .
J. G.
Marie Mallory
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Nice poems Joe, I'll come back later and read the others.
Joe Riley
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Found Poetry by Erin Marie Hall (link)
Joe Riley
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Excerpts: 'The Poetry Home Repair Manual'
NPR | By Ted KooserPublished February 21, 2006 at 4:08 PM EST
Can You Read Your Poem Through Your Poem?
"When my sister and I were small children, perhaps five and eight years old, our parents took us to the Wisconsin Dells, a popular tourist attraction just a few hours' drive from my grandparents' home in northeastern Iowa. These picturesque rock palisades on the Wisconsin River are a smaller, flooded version of Colorado Springs' spectacular Garden of the Gods."
"I remember very little of that trip, but we can be almost certain it was one of our family's daylong outings with a predictable lunch of cold meat, mayonnaise, and Wonder Bread sandwiches. I have forgotten most of that day, and have long since lost whatever souvenirs I wheedled my dear parents into buying, trinkets that would have been paid for slowly and painfully, coin by coin, from a purse that my mother always held tightly in both hands."
"I probably went home with one of those little souvenir Indian tomahawks in my lap, one with a black rubber blade painted aluminum and a few brightly dyed chicken feathers tied around the handle. Or perhaps it was an Indian drum made of pieces of inner tube stretched by shoelaces over a cardboard cylinder." READ MORE
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Mary Stetler
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Uhmmmm....
Joe Riley
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Joe Riley
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Unlocking the poetry within an abandoned farmhouse
Abandoned Farmhouse
My old bones rattle in the winter wind,
grown weary from years of standing,
bitter cold encompassing my body.
Despair surrounds me
like rot in the weathered heap of the barn,
like rust consuming the junk pile.
(Continue Reading)
Joe Riley
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Repair Café / poem by Kappa Waugh
I love the Repair Café. It’s alive
with the sound of things coming
back to life: the zzzing of knives
regaining their edges, the
brup brup brupupup of motors
clearing their throats prior to
running. Fftfftt of lamps
struggling out from under their
bushels, gaining enlightenment.
Chikchikchik sings the sewing
machine, wedding cloth to cloth,
starting zippers on a new track.
We all have so many broken things,
torn pieces of our lives. All the non-
functioning bits and pieces we
treasure and hold fast which lurk
in kitchen drawers, jewelry boxes,
mending baskets. They reproach us,
begging to be fixed. Come to the
Repair Café and be made anew.
Joe Riley
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POEM Procedure Helps People with Achalasia Eat Again
Less Invasive Option May Be Alternative to Surgery
"Achalasia can make swallowing nearly impossible. Many people with the disease require surgery to eat. Now, Duke doctors are using a less invasive procedure called POEM to help people with achalasia eat and drink comfortably again. They are among the few specialists in North Carolina trained to offer this new option." READ MORE
Joe Riley
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Repair Poems
"We all accidentally break things. We drop plates, snap pencils, or get angry and speak to the people we love in unkind ways. But sometimes we can glue our plates back together, tape our pencils so they’re whole again, and offer a heartfelt apology when we’ve been hurtful."
“Repair” is a concept with deep and winding roots. It comes from the Latin word reparare, which simply means to prepare something again. In the Japanese art form of kintsugi, ceramic cracks are filled with gold and silver, and in Judaism the concept of tikkun olam, which means “repair of the world” in Hebrew, is often related to actions for social justice. United States-based movements for land back and reparations seek repair in a country founded on the devaluation of Indigenous and Black land and lifeways."
"When we repair things, we don’t always have to start from scratch: sometimes there are instructions to look up, or a trusted adult or friend to turn to for advice. In this activity, we’re going to write our own instructions for how to repair something. But these won’t be boring instructions, like how to fill in a Scantron sheet or do your history homework. No—these instructions will also be a poem!" READ MORE
"We all accidentally break things. We drop plates, snap pencils, or get angry and speak to the people we love in unkind ways. But sometimes we can glue our plates back together, tape our pencils so they’re whole again, and offer a heartfelt apology when we’ve been hurtful."
“Repair” is a concept with deep and winding roots. It comes from the Latin word reparare, which simply means to prepare something again. In the Japanese art form of kintsugi, ceramic cracks are filled with gold and silver, and in Judaism the concept of tikkun olam, which means “repair of the world” in Hebrew, is often related to actions for social justice. United States-based movements for land back and reparations seek repair in a country founded on the devaluation of Indigenous and Black land and lifeways." "When we repair things, we don’t always have to start from scratch: sometimes there are instructions to look up, or a trusted adult or friend to turn to for advice. In this activity, we’re going to write our own instructions for how to repair something. But these won’t be boring instructions, like how to fill in a Scantron sheet or do your history homework. No—these instructions will also be a poem!" READ MORE
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