Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 10/1/23:
A FEW NOTES:
Hmm...I understand that National Coffee Day was just a coupla days ago, September 29th, and International Coffee Day is today, October 1. I wonder why the Nationalists and Internationalists didn't just combine it all into one Celebrate Coffee Day? LOL -- well, I suspect I know the answer why -- but you'd think they would have separated the two celebrations by more than just one day.
By the way, I did some research and found out that Cold Brew Coffee Day is April 20th, and National Iced Coffee Day is May 23rd.
In honor of all the various celebrations of coffee, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "The hours that disappeared are back" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The ones that disappeared are back," our other Featured Poem.
Hmm...I understand that National Coffee Day was just a coupla days ago, September 29th, and International Coffee Day is today, October 1. I wonder why the Nationalists and Internationalists didn't just combine it all into one Celebrate Coffee Day? LOL -- well, I suspect I know the answer why -- but you'd think they would have separated the two celebrations by more than just one day.
By the way, I did some research and found out that Cold Brew Coffee Day is April 20th, and National Iced Coffee Day is May 23rd.
In honor of all the various celebrations of coffee, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's "The hours that disappeared are back" as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "The ones that disappeared are back," our other Featured Poem.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
The hours that disappeared are back The Buzzer on the Clock Precisely as each Morn is heard The curtness of its Shock – Be this a Weekend or a Week My wisdom finds its way One side of me my cup is full The other side is Day. |
By Emily Dickinson:
The ones that disappeared are back The Phoebe and the Crow Precisely as in March is heard The curtness of the Jay – Be this an Autumn or a Spring My wisdom loses way One side of me the nuts are ripe The other side is May. |
Last Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 9/24/23:
A FEW NOTES:
Happy Fall, y'all!
While the unofficial end of summer falls on Labor Day Weekend, the actual end of summer and start of fall occurred just yesterday as the earth passed the autumnal equinox at 2:50 a.m. Eastern time.
In tribute to the season, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic ode to the fall, "Would you like autumn? Taste of ours," as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Would you like summer? Taste of ours," our other Featured Poem.
Happy Fall, y'all!
While the unofficial end of summer falls on Labor Day Weekend, the actual end of summer and start of fall occurred just yesterday as the earth passed the autumnal equinox at 2:50 a.m. Eastern time.
In tribute to the season, I have posted Emmett Lee Dickinson's now-classic ode to the fall, "Would you like autumn? Taste of ours," as one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem "Would you like summer? Taste of ours," our other Featured Poem.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Would you like autumn? Taste of ours. Spices? Pumpkin! Chill! We have apples, for the cobbler! Wistful! Leaves falling down! Effects! Estates of violet maples to look upon! Active! We bring relief with breezes! Festing! Steins of beer! Even for Death, a scary skeleton. But, which is it, sir? |
By Emily Dickinson:
Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of down! Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne'er looked on! Captive! We bring reprieve of roses! Fainting! Flasks of air! Even for Death, a fairy medicine. But, which is it, sir? |
Previous Week's Featured Poems of the Week:
Week of 9/17/23:
Good lord, Lauren Boebert acted the fool during a performance of the musical "Beetlejuice" and was escorted out of the audience. Of course, in a Trumpian move, she denied her own crude behavior; even her campaign manager claimed she was faultless, that it was all a misunderstanding. Now she's issued an apology -- because it was all true -- info is HERE.
And when it all went down, what did she say to the theater ushers and security when they evicted her from the theater?
In a pure MAGA-Karen move, she barked, "Do you know who I am? I'm going to call your mayor."
The hubris and chutzpah on the part of this MAGA Swamp Critter reminded me of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Do you know who I am?" -- one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" our other Featured Poem.
And when it all went down, what did she say to the theater ushers and security when they evicted her from the theater?
In a pure MAGA-Karen move, she barked, "Do you know who I am? I'm going to call your mayor."
The hubris and chutzpah on the part of this MAGA Swamp Critter reminded me of Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem "Do you know who I am?" -- one of our Featured Poems of the Week. Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" our other Featured Poem.
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By Emmett Lee Dickinson:
Do you know who I am? And you – you’re a -- Nobody! I am a powerhouse! I’ll call your mayor – you know! How dreary – to be – Nobody! I’m public – show me Pomp -- And heed my name – the livelong Day – And my admiring Swamp! |
By Emily Dickinson:
I'm Nobody! Who are you? Are you - Nobody - too? Then there's a pair of us! Don't tell! they'd advertise - you know! How dreary - to be - Somebody! How public - like a Frog - To tell one's name - the livelong June - To an admiring Bog! |
