Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Haiku on Crimson and Wars


 
It’s crimson beauty
When words inspire you and me
to write skillfully.
.
Face crimson wars,
Trying to understand: life
could help open new doors.
.
Respect those who fight,
Life is not an easy pie,
Take the crimson sight.







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Sunday, January 29, 2012

As A Lady Serenity (Sunday Prompts)


As a lady serenity,
She is a constant comfort to many:
Trees and birds,
Heaven and earth,
You see nothing wrong in her action
when the frozen field of her mind rest under protection,
Anguish feet often trample her permeable thoughts,
Perpendicular shocks of emotional waves,
After all, tomorrow is another day,
I see a spring storm under way,
Reborn and refreshed,
Seductive flames startle the Sun,
Her hungry desires are feverishly cashed,
Light penetrates, eternity is divine.



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Friday, January 27, 2012

It's Spring In My City


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It’s spring in my city,
The view in the park is pretty,
Restless kittens desert a ball of wool,
Run outside to do something cool,
One's eye is caught by lovely butterfly,
Another naps peacefully nearby;
Both of them breathe freshest air
while making their beautiful share
about the relaxing atmosphere,
Rainbow winks in the sky,
Trees smile with a silent sigh,
After they finish their spring walk,
They will go home and talk,
I offer them  fat free milk,
Plus new rugs soft like silk,
As we cuddle in a rocking chair,
Life becomes blissful and fair.

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Thursday Poets Rally Week 61 (January 25-Feb 3, 2012)








Thanks to Gem Poet Ava, for nominating me the perfect poet award week 61, smiles, here, I humbly accept and wish to nominate    Adura Ojo   for week 62 perfect poet award, Happy Rally, everyone!


Feel free to link to Poets Rally Week 61 with a poem of your choice today, best regards.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Got To Think of You As Members of My Family: A Special Tribe To My Special Son and To My Younger Brother



To My Special Son Pandi:

“Where is my panda hat?”
Your 14 year old brother asked
while I was driving him to school
this morning,
His remarks reminded me of someone,
You, you are someone I begin to think,
I smiled big
When I began to recall Tom’s passion
with you, even before you were born,
He grew up being very fond of stuffed animals,
Panda is his favorite,
He had drawn panda pictures,
He had written The Panda Adventure stories,
He had created Thepandamaster101 video series,
Me and Pandi”:  He had his picture and you
shown on His Face Book page,  
with honest and authentic information,
Two of you had more than 500 fans there,
Someone had knitted two panda hats for him,
I saw him wearing it to school
and at concerts all the time,
Who did that for you and for him,
I had no clue,
These made me feel kind of guilty and blue,
A teen of 14 dressed up as a panda publicly,
Oh, I felt sorry for not knowing the reason,
I never mentioned you to him,
But he had you in him,
Super fondly,
He wanted to be a panda,
He wished to carry out your innocent spirits,
He loved, expected, and welcomed you
ever since he was born,
Without knowing why,
But I shall know why now,
These events made me very happy
and glad to share your brother with you,
my precious Pandi.



To My Younger Brother Shawn:

Oh, today is your wedding day,
Here, I wish to pray,
and tell you what I wish to say,
Sorry for being unable to be there,
I am sure
you have perfect number of tables of guests 
to add to your cheer,
As your older sister,
I do care about you,
Feeling so thrilled to hear
that your dreams have come true,
Please help me hug our parents,
Please say hello to all
who still mention my name at all,
Happy Lunar New Year,
Happy Wedding Day,
You are thought of today, my dear,
Stay cheerful, and enjoy your bride.
She has been an angel to you,
She has been tolerating you
and loving you
for many years,
which is moving
and cool,
Again, I fell happy for you,
and bless both of you,
Please stay united
and enjoy your marriage,
Let me know
when you have a baby
in a carriage,
I know you may not read this,
But writing the poem gives me bliss.
I have someone special with me here,
On behalf of both,
I won’t reveal anything to share,
I am blessed,
Please carry no burden on me.
Sending you distanced greetings,
Once again, 
Cherish your life’s blessings.

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Tuesday, January 24, 2012

Friendship Poetry (Featuring Talents From The Web)




I'm not the perfect mother, and this I know is true
I never really took the time to tell you I love you,
I always wanted perfect, the bedrooms and the plates
I never really took the time to stop and appreciate.
I always was too busy, I never really looked,
I expected way too much from you,
even made you read your own books.
I know you saw the mothers who made lemonade and cakes,
who always really took the time to stop and to relate.
You all are young men now i know its much to late.
I wish I was the mother who stopped to make a date.
To make a date to be there, to giggle and to play,
to only worries what else to do and never hesitate.
I know I hardly said it but this I know is true:
I hope you do believe me when I say that I love You!


The Best of Friends  By Jill Wolf


The best of friends,
Can change a frown,
Into a smile,
when you feel down.

The best of friends,
Will understand,
Your little trials,
And lend a hand.

The best of friends,
Will always share,
Your secret dreams,
Because they care.

The best of friends,
Worth more than gold,
Give all the love,
A heart can hold.



Friendship by Alexander Pushkin

What's friendship? The hangover's faction,
The gratis talk of outrage,
Exchange by vanity, inaction,
Or bitter shame of patronage.

Love and Friendship by Emily Bronte

Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree --
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
But which will bloom most constantly?
The wild-rose briar is sweet in the spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again
And who will call the wild-briar fair?
Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That when December blights thy brow
He may still leave thy garland green. 

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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Poetry Picnic Week 23: The New York Times Headlines

New York Times Headline: Bracing for a Bitter Fight, G.O.P. Moves On to Florida


This is all about politics,
which could be so much fun
If you are lucky
and have your career path well done,
G. O. P. wins
After a bitter fight,
They must be growing wings
and ready for higher level flight,
Oh, time changes,
Opinions switches,
So they are targeting on Florida,
A most critical
and fundamental
state for the candidate,
Hopefully, he is going to make it fantastic
and become a promising figure
that is effective and validate,
I love watching political debate,
I enjoy listening to voices
that are powerful and great,
How  divine
2 enter a novel season of spring,
With opportunities and hope
In the making,
I trust brave men and women,
Who have been working long and hard,
and dedicated to make life perfect
and interestingly absurd.

The New York Times
has been one of my most respected media source
in years,
I used to write to them weekly,
of course,
Since they always have listening ears,
With them being a friendly neighbor,
Life is full of cheers.
Glad to visit The New York Times again today,
I wish them a profound January,
Keep up the excellence,
Your reports and social discussions are Treasure to us.


Saturday, January 21, 2012

To Abby Baltimore: Thanks 4 Your Friendship


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The crisis has just passed,
Uh oh, here it comes,
Coffee date gift cards in the mail,
It reads on the envelope:
From Abby,
To You,
Happy New Year,
Glad to be read by you
and make sure to share,
...
I give it a long time stare,
Consider this friend
From nowhere, 
or somewhere,
Determined to be someone special 
and rare,
Sorry that I did not reply on time,
Thanks for making my life rhyme,
I’ve sent my gratitude back,
Plus a distant kiss on your cheek,
Hope that you have a lovely day,
Abby
you truly make me happy.

Friday, January 20, 2012

Reflections, Gratitude, and Future (Personal Note from Taylor Boomer 2 U)



Greetings, Fellow Poets, Bloggers, including individuals who read and support this blog:

How are you?

Recent weeks, many things happened in blogging land, some are cool, some are worrisome,
Me, as a blogger, starting with zero, and become the owner of 2 or 3 online communities within two years, has been feeling restless, confused, and helpless at the moment, but today, everything seems becoming more clear and I can see the whole picture now, I  am here to speak to you in person, please do listen and adjust your attitude and become happy, worrying free, and productive…


When I begin to blog, my initiatives are Positive Energy, Creativity, and Encouragement…I had been sticking to these disciplines for a whole year long, until something bad happened to me, I was accused of stalking on a male blogger, and was attacked by him in his personal blog 2 or 3 times directly, although the situation was tough, because of my perfectly fine tuned blogging rules, I still had hundreds of supporters supporting my first poetry community, and I moved on without him for an entire year, 100% clear from him, never created any links to link his poetry site, rarely read him, only checked out basic facts once a week, I was happy and Jingle Poetry Community was very successful and beautiful.


Keep in mind, I am not here to discredit my strong supporter, the blogging king of the world, he had been supporting me when I first started blogging, without any discriminations against my identity, I forever value him for what he had done when I was new, curious, and uncertain about things…I did not, never wrote a formal complain about him even after he was gone, working with a lovely blogger who also had been a strong supporter to me before they took off…so I stayed independent, felt good about my success, and was thrilled to see my former supporters achieve what they could achieve.

Later, when something bad happened to Jingle Poetry community, which meant, an official intended to take charge of the community as her own without my permission, things got touchy, it had been chaotic for 4 to 6 weeks before I figured out a way to survive, I changed the way officials post, and removed that particular blogger, who had been a host to poetry potluck for 40 weeks in a row, from my official list…

You may wonder, why do you wish to continue being the boss? She had been supporting for such a long time, got superb talent, she might deserve a chance to be the head of JP?

Well, exactly, if I allow her to replace me, at the time, she was 100% negative about me, and had sent emails to supporters making claims, so, if she won, then she would continue her negativity against me, which would be unfair since I had never done anything bad to her previously, I supported her to enable her to be successful along the way every single week, …I was the one who created the community, mapped out the details, recruited officials, her taking over the community would turn the entire place upside down, I knew that she plotted to change the community  blog name, and well…the community would not remain as JP, which meant that JP would disappear and I ended up a failure.

My thought is: if you are capable of running a community, start one with your own design, recruit your own officials, and be generous and I will support you that way without hesitation, trying to turning my community into yours, highlighting me as a loser, and bully me ..This won’t work.

I love my creation, I am proud of myself for being creative,  and I support and value all poets who come to my place…respect me, and honor me if you could, if you disagree, go to places that have more appealing features, you can do it, right? Making assumptions and attacking me or others is not what I approve, I felt very sad that recently, I, myself somewhat fell of track, I shall never directly criticize anyone, I shall voice my opinions in more gentle way so that understanding in between is obtained.

I am grateful to see that The Gooseberry Garden has been a continued success despite hidden issues among participants, no more official issue, so, consider our weekly poetry picnic as a party, you shall feel honored to be invited via email,  be smart, join the party if you can, no stress, and feel happy to read your peers and make some poetic friends, I always include all active poets in our community, not to making you feel left out, never meant to force you, no punishment if you could not attend, the number is about 1, 350 poets, amazing community and support.

I felt blessed that my former supporters have come back to me, in renewed energy and interests, they are everywhere supporting in many ways, please be aware: everything you do positively to my community is recorded and remembered, your talent is our treasure, your presence is our pleasure.

At last, I wish to say: I am a blogger who enjoys creativity and supportive community, I don’t  dishonor you if you decide to stay out of my landscape, I don’t attack you if you have developed a love affair with another blogger, I don’t get upset if my supporting rate is relatively low, I don’t belittle you if you are new hand in blogging or poetry writing,  I don’t go mad if you did not, or never return favor to my comments, I don’t report, envy, and fear you if you started running a community of your own….I respect, cherish, and enjoy individuality and freedom of speech, and I love it when you come to me, please give me my space, my freedom, my authority, and my reasons to be ME, and to be HAPPY.

I love my family, I value my partner as the highest intelligence, I support him regardless his conditions, my offspring love me, they are well disciplined and feel safe under my wings.

Bless all of you.

Thanks for reading, supporting, and understanding….


Respectively yours,
Taylor Boomer

 Happy Friday, Love You, Always!




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Thursday, January 19, 2012

Short Story Slam Week 19 in Haiku Form



Trees to us humans,
The same as food to our thoughts,
One dies without it.
.
Birds and trees are friends,
Pray for sunny days and peace,
Morning springs music.

*****




My entry to short story slam is Haiku, 
each Haiku has 5-7-5 total 17 syllabus, for instance:

Trees, count as one,
Humans, count hu-mans, as two…

Hope that you enjoy a lovely Wednesday today!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Say No to Censorship on Internet Today: Act Now!


Remember a week ago when I joked about men in suits showing up because of a phrase I turned. Well... 

Today we take a stand against censorship by going dark and not participating in any social media or web based activity. Urge your representatives to vote against these bills. Or you may be next.



I could not see any online images on Google or wordpress.com today, all internet images are censored, without  freedom of posting and sharing images online, our life becomes dull, I feel instant boredom when I see the big black square blocking me from seeing what I wish to see, just as I was about wondering what's going on, I saw a post which explained everything going on today in the states and on website, thus I copy and pasted the original post (see above)  and added my own notes here on the bottom, please act to stop censorship against internet, we bloggers need to voice our opinions and make our freedom visual and relaxing...


I am not commenting today, will take a break and read books, think of my kids and do a nature walk, see you tomorrow.
best wishes.


Sunday Prompts: Spring, Rain, Emotions, Life



Soul-splashed, doubts on the window,
Trees’ wondrous rhythm, I curl inside
a conch, holding my breath:
Where now?
Who now?
When now?
Whispering to my ears, are rain-doodling,
Drips of waterspouts at the heart of things,
Hairline-drizzle,
Don’t disguise the comfort you crave,
How can you feel the gain
When you are the one who’s lost?
Not really make sense
beyond the sporadic reminders of reality,
Those raindrops of tears,
A colorless tribe to the cause of living,
How silently you have surveyed it:
The tactile and rough consciousness,
Terminated,
Nobody wants to think it twice,
While refracted emotions, shimmering
like an aura around your nose,
with the thought of obliteration itself,
snuffed out,
The opening of the window,
A shift in everything,
And the spring rain.


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Friday, January 13, 2012

Cute, Cuter, The Cutest (Fun Verse for Kids)

A rectangle is cute,
A square is cuter,
A circle is the cutest.
.
A cow is cute,
A cow that gives milk is cuter,
A cow giving quality milk is the cutest.
.
A panda is cute,
A panda in his mom's arms is cuter,
A panda in a happy mom's arms is the cutest.
.
A poem for kids is cute,
A poem for kids that tickles is cuter,
A poem for kids that tickles and inspires is the cutest.
.
A cello is cute,
A cello that is played by a boy is cuter,
A cello that is played by a boy to make the sickly heal is the cutest.
.
A pumpkin is cute,
A pumpkin with a happy face is cuter,
A pumpkin with a happy face glowing in the dark is the cutest.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

Flash Friday 55: A Single Mom

Susan leaves her infant to a nanny,
After several tries,
She has her car started and is ready to work.
“I’ve got to make it”.
She murmurs.
Her husband has left her for a cuter girl,
A single mom,
No more interests in falling in love again,
She prays that her life contains less pain.


*****


Welcome to 2012, My Dear Child!




Dance to 2012




Pages Turn,
Lessons 2 Learn,



Footprints 4 Me and U
Remarkable Dream Comes True!



Rainbow is love,
Baby, U R Cute Like A Dove!






Just Me and U,
Lots of Fun Stuff 2 Do,


******

Poetry Picnic Week 21: LoVe 2 U, My Precious Baby



Hush, my darling boy,
Being with you is a pure joy;
.
.
Please don’t feel blue
When Mom has to pay her due;
.
Please judge with care,
Only then, life is fair.
.
Please grow fit and tall,
A healthy body is important to all;

.
Please learn with ease,
Since knowledge is essential to world peace;
.
Please consult me before you react,
Since people get hurt upon a  mistaken act;
.
Please don’t feel sad
Just because you have to live without your Dad;

.
Please feel welcome at home,
Nobody can offer U LoVe more than that of your own Mom;
.
I loVe U, my precious baby,
No panic, when you are with your Mommy.


******



Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Count From 10 to 1

10, ten poles, ten holes,
9, nine chairs, nine pears,
8, eight ducks, eight trucks,
7, seven games, seven names,
6, six dolls, six rolls,
5, five hoses, five noses,
4, four trains, five stains,
3, three chicks, three tricks,
2, two jars, 2 cars,
1, one computer, one commuter,
10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1,
Double your holiday fun!

Tuesday, January 10, 2012

Short Verses on Summer

Do a summersault
with no fault
on a somerset.
.
Pass summer nights
with tales about pirates
and stories about fairies.
.
Toss a dime,
make things rhyme
4 summer time.
.
Bake me a pie,
Stay by my side,
Fly my favorite kite.
.
I cannot wait
for summer heat
to quit.
.
The day is hot,
The attitude is cool,
Let's have a feast of haiku.
.
Dream summer dreams,
Beam summer beams,
Swim summer swims,
.
Breathe summer air,
Reduce summer despair,
Play summer games fair.
.
Walk summer walks,
Talk summer talks,
Paint summer on your sidewalks.

Lullaby

Lullaby,
Boys and girls,
Go to sleep,
Dream about aliens and fairies,
Wake up in a flying spaceship.
.
Lullaby,
Let the world fight,
Let the enemy fall,
Let your ideas of wars offer insight,
Keep standing up tall.
.
Lullaby,
Dream on and on,
Fly toward the moon,
Leave behind warnings on the phone,
Come home soon.

Monday, January 9, 2012

A Riddle:what Is It?

I have spied something interesting,
All spotty and green,
Behind an elegant lotus leaf,
The thing's eyes are full of mischief,
It hops
to make stops,
What is it?

D is for Delicacy

Delicacy is fancy,
Elegant and choosy,
Lots of softness
In common,
A delicious word 2 chew om,
Come along,
Your delicate taste is profound.

Sunday, January 8, 2012

Funny Onomatopoeia Poetry: Peanut Butter and Jelly

Peanut butter and jelly,
Their relation has gone steady;
When they’re in a sandwich,
Their roles can switch.
.
Peanut butter and jelly,
Yummy treats in your tummy,
As they melt with No guilt,
Passion is deeply felt.
.
Peanut butter and jelly,
They are deliciously smelly,
They dare to take the risk,
Together they make life brisk.
.
Peanut butter and jelly,
They love their child Kelly,
They are active on Twitter,
Life to them is no more bitter.

*****



Friday, January 6, 2012

Funny Bunny Fridays Week 6: Humor


Happy New Year Humor:
Blue Jays 
Seem to Promise A Year Marked With 
Intelligence and Good Humor,
Have Fun With Everything!


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Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Change Starts from yoUrselF




The sunshine colored umbrella
is her Kleenex,
dries off her tears or runny nose,
keeps her mood in comfortable
soft when days go stormy.
.

In common senses’ fabrication,
A handy dainty tool
She is gifted from a unique box,
The feel of being under magical spell
soaks constant doubts of ambiguity.
.

It’s heart breaking when virtue is out of steps,
with pseudo keeping in check,
this umbrella offers hope to wipe off consequences
caused by continued errors
that tarnish life in dumbness.
.

One has to think twice before act,
Change starts from YourSelf,
Be the magical umbrella,
Let your own action speak,
Let life give you wings to fly.
.