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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 24

 

 

 

 

Sometimes poets just enjoy being wordsmiths or word-meisters and we love to play with words, turning them around, viewing them, holding them up, letting the syllables play around our lips, etc.  So with this piece, it’s a play on words and figures of speech that poets and linguists like to dally around with, so here is no. 24 in this series.

 

‘It’s Greek to Me!’

 

I look wide-eyed at the strange lettering

stamped on the page.  I know it represents thoughts

and ideas, beautified by figures of speech:

gnomes and similes and allegories and an ordered

protimesis, and bringing words to life by prosopopoeia,

and a wonderful prosapodosis of detail, and looking ahead

by prolepsis ampliatio, and quelling all gainsayers

with prolepsis occupatio and, and, AND, then the polysyndeton.

No ‘ifs, ANDS, or buts about it!’

I breeze through the text until my vision is arrested by Aramaic words that countless translations have

failed to properly explain: ‘Eli, Eli, lamah shebakthani.’

Translated to English, ‘My God!, My God!, Why hast Thou

forsaken Me?’  The Teacher teaching gnomes at death.

The gnome?  Psalm 22:1 begins with His birth, then His life.  Psalm 23

speaks of His Death and finally Psalm 24 speaks of His Glory.  To one just

beginning, it would seem that

the riddle of the Sphinx would be easier.  So as I interpret

my Hermeneia, I leave you as I began,

and reiterate the Epizeuxis,

‘It’s Greek to Me!’

 

By Janice J. Robinson  © 1995

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to Chicago poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 23

 

 

It is a fact that as Christians, the Lord Jesus Christ warned His disciples that they would have tribulation while they live in this world.  This piece reflects some of the difficulties that Christians can face, and the determination to withstand the societal pressures that come upon us.  So here is no. 23 in the series, ‘April is all about poetry.’

 

‘OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!’

Off with your head!

Crikey!  I haven’t even got out of bed!  Exactly what did I do?

Well, let us see…care to hear our litany?

You didn’t set your pace nor did you run your race

The way that we thought you should

You speech wasn’t lewd and you didn’t brood

When we set the mood as you walked in our hood

You didn’t quote our words…Well isn’t that absurd?

You dared to walk with your very own drummer

And you wouldn’t buy that ‘gotta-have-it’ hummer

You refused to keep up with the Jones’…John, Howard and Larry

     Nor Susie, Alice or Mary!

If you think we’re mean..you better get out there and be seen.

Tut…Tut…Tut…Know this old King Nebuchadnezzar!

I will not bow down when you play your harps nor your psalteries

And neither will I bow down as I hear your cornets, flutes and dulcimers

Nor will I kiss your sackbut though you display for me your armories.

By Janice J. Robinson  © 2011

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to Chicago poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 22

Since April is all about poetry, a well written piece should elicit emotions, or memories of days gone by, the ‘here and now’, and even dreams of tomorrow in all of its capacity.  However the piece may be penned and therefore its focus, it should be able to capture and draw you into its depths.  This writer had the opportunity presented to her in which to participate in a project called, ‘Poets and Painters’ which was held at the Prairie Art Alliance Gallery II in the Hoogland Center for the Arts in Springfield, IL last June in 2011.  The idea of this project was to pair poets with painters, i.e. the painters already had their artistic works created, and so it was the job of the poets to choose one artistic piece that inspired them and to write a piece reflecting that inspiration.

When the time came to choose, this writer had perused through all of the works several times, or so I thought, and was just about ready to give up, when a little alcove that I had not noticed before suddenly popped into my view.  I walked into it looking at these pieces when one fairly jumped off the wall at me and poetry was flowing through my mind just looking at its subject.  So with that said this poem was inspired by ‘Wildflowers’ by Tracy Maras, an established artist in her own right.

‘A Hidden Place in my Heart’

 

The little hidden cove by the way

Covered in cool greens…Sprinkled with yellow surprises

The blue pond where I dreamed up dreams

Balancing on rocks submerged, there I stood

asking questions of all the ‘whys’ of childhood

The way things worked…Or I thought they should

Hey…is that ‘Mopsey, Flopsey…or Cottontail?’

I can still see my toy boats sporting their sails

Snuggled down in the satin grasses

Watching the ants traipse back and forth in endless passes

At least they know where they’re going

Little songbirds flutter against the leaves above my head

Singing songs that only they know

But it’s still pretty…though I wish I could sing along

Then I whistle…and they cock their heads to listen

Trying to interpret…I wonder…Do they wish the same?

I look intently at the gnarly wood next to my face

Wow…this tree must be a thousand years old

Was this the first one that God planted?

As time rolls back in my memories

I hear the faint remembrance of trilling over the meadow

‘Come on home…it’s dinner time!’

The mother’s voice is calling a new child playing in these woods,

But Gee Whiz…it surely was just getting good!

By Janice J. Robinson   © 2011

 

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to Chicago poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 21

 

 

April abounds with lovers walking down blossoming lanes, holding hands and gazing into each other’s eyes, knowing that they belong to each other.  We all face our own nemesis’, who try to deflate us and destroy our hopes and dreams.They know that they must guard themselves diligently against any obstacles that might be in their paths.  Remembering the fervency of  newly found love and the many obstacles we all face in our lives, here is no. 21 in this series, ‘April is all about poetry.’

 

‘Epitaph: Written too soon’

You thought you had me.

At last

you cooed.

What a coup d’etat

you thought.

Or did you think?

Because you really

didn’t have me,

I wasn’t down,

or cornered

like you planned.

But your plan

went awry.

I rebounded

a Majority of One,

with Jesus as my Lord.

You wrote my epitaph

chiseled it in stone.

But you wrote it

too soon, because

I climbed out

of the hole you dug

for me.

You thought that you

thought, but you

didn’t think.

I know.

Because I was

only a Christian woman

wasn’t I?

I wasn’t supposed

to know these things.

I wasn’t supposed to win.

Was I?

By Janice J. Robinson  © 1995

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to Chicago poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 20

 

 

 

This is the month that leads the way into Spring and reminds one of the heralding of the coming months of Summer.  As the heralder, it reminds one of trumpet blasts and careless brigands about to be routed.

 

 

‘Burnt to the Water Line’

 

Volleys of cannon shot

arc eerily through the night.

Leaving fiery traces across

sable lined clouds.

Shouts of disordered chaos

float over storm tossed

winds of perversity.

 

Triumphant cries of warriors

sound like trumpet blasts.

That herald long awaited

victory.  Sails blown full of

holes.  Timbers groaning their

doom as the ashes hiss against waves

that innocently lap against the hull.

 

“PREPARE TO SURRENDER!”

 

“IN THE NAME OF THE KING!”

 

By Janice J. Robinson  © 1996

 

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 19

 

 

April is ambling along at a very fast pace it seems. The poem being highlighted today is about the awesomeness of the One True God.  Today, is also the 2012 Days of Remembrance and the Holocaust Museum in Washington, D.C. and the Holocaust Museum in Jerusalem, Yad Vashem is commemorating the lives of six million Jews that were lost during the pogrom instituted against them.  For more upon this subject, you can read the latest article about the ceremony today in Choosing to Act: Stories of Rescue.

‘The Hands of the Living God’

Fear encapsulates me as I stand upon your palm,

knowing that you would not have to close

your fingers in order to crush me, but rather

with just one thought, I would cease to exist!

Thy awesome power, it terrifies me!  But yet with

all Thy power, it does not corrupt Thee.  For your

ways are perfect.  They are not our ways.  Even the

stars flee at the magnificence of your countenance.

You gently told me that your wrath is reserved for

those who hate you.  But your love forever shines

upon those who love you.  Behold!  Wisdom is founded

upon fear.  The fear of the Lord God who ever lives!

Your children who acknowledge Thy greatness and bow

their faces to the earth with humble hearts, find

a Mighty Fortress, a Rock, and a Shield.  For who

shall be able to stand against so awesome a power?

My bones quake and my heart melts in terror at the

realization of the immense priviledge that you have

accorded me.  Your Son has clothed me with righteous

robes, and I have been allowed to worship at Thy feet.

You, are the CREATOR of all things living.  But for

those who will not bow their knees in worship of Thy

Divine Magnificence, terror shall fill their faces.

For indeed, it is a terrifying thing to fall into

The Hands of the Living God!

By Janice J. Robinson  © 1996

During the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

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April is all about poetry – Vol. 1, no. 18

 

 

 

 

Alliteration in April assails our aural affinity for Allesa’s poetry.  Whoa!  Made it indeed!  Although this writer cannot say the old rhyme, “I’m a poet, and don’t know it!”  Because the above alliterative example sounds exactly like rhythmical rhyme.  If this writer does not stop immediately, she will fall off her chair laughing.  It is interesting that submissions for this volume of poetry, honoring the National Poetry Month have arrived from distant points from the United Kingdom and now British Columbia, Canada.  But so far, there have not been any submissions from poets located in Chicago, which is where the initial invitation was sent.  Interesting!  So now for no. 18 in Vol. 1 presented on the 18th day of April.  Coincidence?

 

‘Awww, summer!’

 

Awww, summer!

The beautiful smell of daffodils

lilies and the faint sounds of

(drummers…ahhh summer) the marching band

I can hardly wait to put my feet in the sand

I can see the sun in the sky

as the band marches over the lawn

As a flock of birds flew by and settled on the hawn

The cheers from the crowd was carried by the wind

over the hillberry farm

While the Creator was being praised for the work

of His hands which is warm

The summer was winding down

at the setting of the new dawn

By Allesa R.

British Columbia, Canada

© 2012

 

If you are a Christian poet in the Chicago area, at least for the month of April, this writer would like to make available to other poets a place to exhibit some of your poems. Please only submit your own original poems, since you can give permission to publish your work. You can contact this writer at poetess755@gmail.com. Your poems must glorify the Lord God, or His Son, the Lord Jesus Christ or the Word of God. God Bless you in your endeavors.

 

 

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