Ringing of the Bards – Another Week of Poetry January 31, 2007

Be sure to visit the 25th Ringing of the Bards hosted by Billy the Blogging Poet, a weekly gathering of poets from all over the world/web.

I’ll be hosting next week’s Ringing. I’ve chosen a theme of Magical, Mystical, or Mad. It is not necessary to follow the theme, but if you need inspiration, there you are. All poets are welcome to send in submissions to me by 2:00 EST Sat. Send them to jojanoski (at) gmail (dot) com.

Let’s have some fun with this. Poems can be deep, funny, mysterious, whatever. I’d like a collection of all kinds, preferably fulfilling the theme.

DEADLINE EXTENDED. Submissions welcome until Sunday at 1:00 p.m. EST.

Pitchfork Intruder? January 31, 2007

Pitchfork intruder arrested at Prince Charles’s home

The question is why?

Children, a Pi Poem January 30, 2007

A Pi poem - Word scheme like Pi with the following number of words per line:
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CHILDREN

Rollicking laughter pervades
demanding
I heed the call
focused
entirely in their noisy direction.

Their giggles trickle a path direct to my heart
in symphony
with happier times remembered deep inside
my weary throbbing soul space

relinquishing my adulthood
for a refreshing youthful sip
sliding down my throat in unstoppable wild giggles
from clear glistening waters dripping in sun-drenched smiles

like trickling songs cleansing my jaded soul
long weighed down by lofty schemes disguised as dreams,
not worth remembering.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

The Storyteller – Another New Chapter January 27, 2007

I’ve posted a new chapter to my online novel, The Storyteller. Click here and read this exciting ghost story as it is being written, chapter by chapter.

Rainy Day Blues January 23, 2007

I know–it’s snowing, not raining. This is just a poem for a workshop–a made-up form–too complicated to go into.

Rainy Day Blues

Raindrops trickle paths down my window pane
dripping, streaming, reminding me of tears
blurring my world, enclosing me in pain,
always coming back, constant through my years.

Sunshine is a dream ended long ago.
Raindrops trickle paths down my window pane
drumming beats to a song I used to know.
Chorus moans at happiness on the wane.

Sweet remembrances deadened in my brain,
my window fogs, muting colors of life.
Raindrops trickle paths down my window pane
closing me in, suffocating in strife.

Only inner warmth can dispel the gloom
in soft breaths blown against the glassy pane
in clean circles to see beyond this room.
Raindrops trickle paths down my window pane.

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski

Pee and Poo Dolls January 20, 2007

It’s hard to be grossed out when they are so darned cute.

Pee and Poo Dolls

Braised Balsamic Chicken January 20, 2007

Great recipe!

Braised Balsamic Chicken

Whitewash January 16, 2007

An alphabet poem about ice.

WHITEWASH

A splash of innocence, water on the curb
Before winter winds blow.
Chilly air legerdemain
Doling out a colder disposition
Edging sweet wetness with a hard grin
Fall season magic trick with a bite
Going about its business
Howling.
Indecent assault
Juggernaut supreme
Killing everything green
Lacing all with ice
Made from trickling waters
Now smiling behind a face
Of nasty inclination
Powerfully endowed
Quintessential evil-doer
Rife with horrors
Spreading
Transforming the countryside
Undoing life and beauty
Vanity unleashed
Wasting all
Xenophobe, transforming
Yesterday to
Zealous whitewash..

Copyright 2007 JO Janoski