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I have always enjoyed writing. As a South Florida poet and English professor, I am convinced that everyone has a hidden talent and a story to tell. My pleasure is listening, learning, and recreating these incredible experiences into poetry. As you read, you will gain insights into life, plus global reflections about love, loss, success, relationships, time, and emotions.
Poetry, My First Language will feed you a chapter of Poetry Soup, share The Beauty of the Beasts, transport you to Places of Great or Little Note, and review Love Stories, War Stories, and Colors in Your Life.
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About my books . . .
In POetry, My first Language and strands of rhyme: poems from the real world, you'll travel to scintillating cities, meet beautiful beasts, experience willful weathers, read social commentary, "taste" food, be touched by love stories and war stories, relate to emotions about life, love, loss, survival, challenges, and triumphs.
I hope they will make you feel, laugh, cry, think, remember, and relate. Come along and turn some pages. poetry books are perfect for nights alone or reading aloud with a small group or with a friend/date/special person. Poetry is for you.
The falling leaves drift by my window, the autumn leaves of red and gold. . . .
I see your lips, the summer kisses,
the sunburned hands I used to hold.
Who remembers that song? Many of us do, for sure.
Welcoming the season of falling leaves and cooler weather is an annual tradition. Here's a poem to start you out. Write yours; send it to me at and I'll post it here. Put WEBSITE POETRY in your subject space. Editing discounts await those who post the most under Miami's sunshine, coast to coast.
I wrote this when I lived in Ohio. Unrhymed, it blends description with emotions. Notice imagery, textures, and feelings. What does the word heralded do? Do you like the personification of the tree branches? Enjoy the Ohio autumn with me here in Miami.
TRIBUTE TO AUTUMN
I can yet recall the beauties of this season
in Ohio, where I grew up....
the first, tentative slivers of chill,
the deepening hues of leaves,
and red plaid flannel blankets.
Of course, we sipped hearty soups.
and basked in the warming comfort
of marshmallowed hot chocolate,
heralded by its seductive aroma.
From our brick, well-lit family home,
we peered out of the windows at night
to watch the swaying tree branches
keep time to the piano music inside.
Horseback riding in the woods;
bonfires, hay rides, square dances;
and singing on the school bus
as we rode home from nighttime football games---
these are now pages in the scrapbook of my memory.
I can still know autumn, as I recall walks
across my mid-western college campus, at dusk,
feeling the waning day
match stride with the fleeting season.
In any clime,
autumn bears an elegant tranquility
which pales before the holidays approach;
brisker than the expectancy of spring
and more purposeful than the indolent sweat of summer.
an uplifting time of new semesters
and last chance resolves,
here's to you !
Here's our very first submission, a limerick written by Carole Miller of Miami. Congrats!
ENNUI, NOT ME The pandemic affects us with ennui, that is, everyone except me. I cook and I sew, read and make dough. That's how I survive this calamity!
Here's another from Miami resident Linda
Levine, basking in the North Carolina summer.
LAZY SATURDAY MORN While sipping my tea, I am thinking of the elk who enjoyed eating the leaves on a bush
by the fire this morning. He was so big and beautiful, not at all afraid, as Grandpa threw slices of peaches into the meadow, as a treat. As he walked back into the woods, I wondered, "Where did he go?" I guess I will never know.
Now the sun is high and bright, as kitty enjoys the sun streaming through the skylight. A neighbor's dog comes to visit and sends the chipmunk and squirrel scurrying into their unknown hiding, while the birds frolic at the feeder eating nuts and seeds to their delight. A cool breeze blows the trees' leaves toward a bright blue sky. Not a single cloud in sight. But come evening, the sky will be filled with twinkling stars tonight!
Here's one from Bob Jacober, poet and active member of South Florida Writers Association.
IN HONOR OF MARTIN LUTHER KING, JR.
Let there be peace on earth in full equality,
Let there be peace on earth, so come and march with me,
We’ll change the way we treat each other,
And be to the world as sister and brother.
We need to hurry, you wl see,
Because I know they’ll murder me.
Don’t let this stop you--march right on,
Until we get this hard work done.
Great job, Miami poets! Thanks for sharing your talents, your words, and your thoughts.
see my most recent blog, a poem about "layers." I challenge you to write a layers poem of your own and send it in.
ABOUT ME. . . .
i ALWAYS LOVED READING, WRITING, and PLAYING WITH WORDS; SINCE I WAS 7, I've written pOETRY FOR FRIENDS, FOR FAMILY, AND FOR MYSELF.
At ohIO sTATE uNIVERSITY, I WAS AN english MAJOR AND jOURNALISM minor. fOR MANY YEARS I TAUGHT THOSE SUBJECTS IN MIDDLE and HIGH SCHOOLS; I've BEEN A NEWS REPORTER IN n.J., gA, and FL, AS WELL.
IN 2009, i COMPLETED An M.A IN ENGLISH FROM FLORIDA INT'L UNIVERSITY. SINCE THEN I TAUGHT AT fIu AND mIAMI dADE cOLLEGE. NOW i LEAD poetry WORKSHOPS, GIVE READINGS FROM my books, EDIT MANUSCRIPTS, AND CREATE WORD GAMES. cURRENTLY, I'm working on ANOTHER COLLECTION.
POETRY is A JOY--- WRITING IT, READING IT, SHARING IT, LOVING IT, ENJOYING WHAT IT DOES FOR OTHERS. PLEASE JOIN ME ON THIS FULFILLING POETRY PATH.
FAVORITE LINES FROM FAVORITE POEMS
STRANDS OF RHYME: POEMS FROM
THE REAL WORLD
"Life is a book we borrow from the library and think we can keep."
"The arms of the sea abandon and revisit the shore, in an
unrelenting love affair."
ETERNAL LOVE AFFAIR p. 112
"From the kitchens of poverty, through windows of indifference, on the streets of violence; they yearn to overcome."
FROM THE KITCHENS OF POVERTY p .25
POETRY, MY FIRST LANGUAGE
"Ice cream does not live by the clock." ICE CREAM IN THE MORNING p. 85
"PURPLE is royalty, majestic, and true; PURPLE is midnight's departure from blue." WORLDS OF COLOR p. 74
"Everybody's sweat walks with the crowd." KEY WEST DUO #2. p. 32