I’ll Be Thinking of You


The sun comes up into a quiet sky
and the birds seem to float on by
When the sunlight hits the morning dew
I’ll be thinking of you.

When the wind catches the trees just right
and they sway gently in the soft sunlight.
When the shadows fall grey and blue
I’ll be thinking of you.

When the sun hits the top of the sky
and the day seems to rush on by,
Whenever I see a sky of blue
I’ll be thinking of you.

When the day fades into a setting sun
and the twilight sky has just begun,
when the moonlight seems yellow and blue,
I’ll be thinking of you.

With the sunset comes the nightime sky
and the wispy clouds float on by,
when the stars shine bright and true
I’ll be dreaming of you.

2011 Music by David Michael Jackson and Andy Derryberry in Murfreesboro, Tennessee
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Girl-with-Cat-and-Dog-Painting….David Michael Jackson

Janet Kuypers’ July 2017 Book Release Reading at Half Price Books 7/5/17

    July 5th marked a July 2017 Book Release Reading of new books from Scars Publications, which saw the release of the books “Salvaging America” from cc&d magazine and “On the Rocks” from Down in the Dirt magazine. So Janet Kuypers was asked on July 5th to read material from these new books plus additional books, including the 2012-2015 the Café Gallery Chicago open mic collection book “The Chosen Few” and her 2014 poetry collection book “Revealed” in the Half Price Books Community Poetry reading in Austin.

Janet Kuypers writings read in this event:
unless
Electromagnetism
Open Book
Everything is my Home
Orders
Job of Being Homeless
Quiver with no Home
out there
census
judge
Nobody Finds Me
Cast in Stone
Einsteinium
Ununseptium
Tellurium
keep
found haiku
know
Elephants Carry the World
Update 2011 on the Man who Loved Me
Under Constant Supervision
You’ve Left Me on Siesta Beach

Video Poetry. The Holloway Series. Tom Raworth.

 
Tom Raworth was a UK poet died 2017 he owed much of his influence in Language Poetry to contemporary movements in the USA, where he spent a considerable portion of his life. Editors note.
 
 
Tom Raworth is a London-based poet and visual artist whose many works include Ace (1974), West Wind (1984), Visible Shivers (1987), Eternal Sections (1993), Survival (1994), Clean & Well Lit (1996), and Let Baby Fall (2008); his Collected Poems was published by Carcanet in 2003.
 
 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Robin Ouzman Hislop is Editor of Poetry Life and Times his publications include All the Babble of the Souk and Cartoon Molecules collected poems and Key of Mist the recently published Tesserae translations from Spanish poets Guadalupe Grande and Carmen Crespo visit Aquillrelle.com/Author Robin Ouzman Hislop about author. See Robin performing his work Performance (Leeds University) .

Missing | A Poem on Husband Passing by Joan Pond

Missin poem on Husband Passing

Missing

……….by Joan Pond

I wanted to write a poem
with such music and guitars, strumming.
I tried at the teeth of the sound
to draw up legions of noise.
I tried at the breakwater
to catch the star off each ship,
and at the closing of my hands
I looked for their homes;
I looked for their silences.
I found just one.

I look for uncomplicated hymns, now,
but love has none.

Knocked Out The Park!!! | Poem

Knocked Waaay Out The Park!!!

By: Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown

 

Don’t take her out to the ball game.

She wants not your peanuts nor crackerjacks. Surprise!

She remembers the very first strike! Then strike 2,

came. Her family and friends knew not just what to do! Strike 3. GRAND SLAM;

was hard as can be and she lost all sense of time and memory! God said

twas’ a home run! Cause when she awoke

she was standing in judgement of His Only Begotten Son.

 

Don’t take me out to no ball games!

And I surely don’t want no peanuts

nor crackerjacks, cause I care waaay too much, about getting back!

 

 

Dedicated to: Domestic Violence Awareness

 

 

A RocDeeRay Poem

 

Other books by Renee’ Drummond-Brown:

~T.T.T. Book #6 launching soon. WATCH FOR IT.
~A B.A.D. Poem
~The Power of the Pen
~SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER
~Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs
And
~e-Book: Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight

 

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Follow ‘Da’ Yellow Brick Road (Oh My) | Poem

Follow ‘Da’ Yellow Brick Road (Oh My)

By: Author: Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown

 

Off to SEE a Wizard in Oz???
Hmm
Dorothy ‘wit’ friend’s like us
Who needs ‘luv’?

 

Friends
A state of mutual trust
Shared tween only us
What ‘kinda’ friends
Show
‘Dis’ love?
‘Wit’ friend’s like ‘deeze’
Again Dorothy
Who needs ‘luv’?

 

A lil’ bump on Ms. Dorothy’s head
‘An’ her
Storm clouds rise 
Her
strong winds they blow
She can’t withstand
Being thrown to and fro
So… 
She bails ship
From home
Yeah…
This kind of friend will leave you ‘fend’ in Kansas
ALL ALONE!!!

 

 

‘Da’ Scarecrow bums along
‘Freeloadin’ Freddie
Can’t stand on his own
You guessed right
Pick a straw
Short man out
Get him fired up 
Yep
Yep
Yep
Up, up, up 
‘An’ away…
He’s out!

 

 

Mr. Tin Man
Old man down
Rusty round ‘da’ edge
In ‘da’ club
Ol’ G’s
Known to thee
Corrupting minors
Game so weak 
But…
You ‘da’ man
You ‘da’ man
Scraping oil from cans
Go sit down
‘An’ leave ‘da’ ‘youngins’ stand
Young men SEE visions
Old men
Dream dreams
Come out ‘dem’ clubs
‘Wit’ kids
‘An’
ACT..
Like your eighty-three

 

 

King of the jungle
Hmm
‘Hidin’ behind a lil’ girl
Instigator
Yeah ‘dat’ be you
‘Talkin’ trash
WRITING checks your hind can’t cash
All ‘da’ while expecting
‘Evr’ybody’ to jump in
Your mess
While you snake
Slither
‘Outta’ it
Leaving your friends to bite ‘da’ dust
‘An’ another one down
But to you
No big deal; what’s the fuss?

*FOLLOWING*
‘Da’ Yellow Brick Road
‘Wit’ friends like ‘dis’
‘Da’ blind shall lead ‘da’ blind
‘An’
Ev’rybody falls in ‘dat’ ditch
‘An’ you know THIS
If it weren’t true
I wouldn’t’ve told you it

Friends
A state of mutual trust
Shared tween only us!!!
What kind of friends
Show
‘Dis’ love?
‘Wit’ friend’s like ‘deeze’
Who needs ‘luv’?

 

 

Dedicated to: 
Make new friends but keep ‘da’ ol’ ‘SUM’ are for keeps; the others NEED TO GO!

 

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FOR MY NEXT UP-COMING BOOK SOON!!!

 

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All Rights Reserved@ July 4, 2016.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Great Minds INK Alike

 

Or so…

We’ve been told

We’ze beat to a comparable tune

More’s different than you’ll ever imagine

And/or

Can even know

DRUM-

MOMD

O’

Her peculiar ink rules

Poetic thoughts

Ev’r so

 

Oftentimes

We’re voices

For the unheard

Societal issues are our passion

Poetic injustices

Cries for children

Justice! Justice!

Cries out

Naw ‘dems’ just kids!

 

we carry

one’s load

worldviews

Cannon our pen’s

Pen pals decide

our fate

While

One’s INK

Re-loads

‘N’

thinks

My, my , my

THE POWER OF THE PEN

 

More similarities shared ‘tween’ us

Than had not

been foretold

if it weren’t true

THE POWER OF THE PEN

Wouldn’t INK ever so

 

 

 

Author: Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown

 

Dedicated to: Idenity…

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All Rights Reserved@ August 24, 2016.

 

 

Destroyer Poem

Facebook
destroyer of creativity
maker of average
it is a grade school friend
saying
you can’t sing
a weeks work flows by in two seconds
into oblivion
life is dark enough
out here in
give up land
out here in try again city
we are all children coloring in our
books
enjoying the mud
it is not important if the dirt
on our hands is pure
it is only important that our hands are dirty
from work
fuck the likes
fuck the shares
good art can come from
not being
liked
It’s best to throw the rock
from outside the window
It’s better to scream alone in the forest
God cannot hear you in the
crowd.