Tuesday, February 17, 2009

February 2009 Meeting

The Host: Teresa
The Book: Poet's Corner, compiled by John Lithgow

Response of Book Club Members: club members got inspired to write poems of their very own to bring to the meeting and share. Take a look.

Delaine's Poem:

Run free run free through the field
Clip clop clip clop see me trot
Graceful graceful graceful graceful I float
Oh see me Oh see me
What am I? A horse of course!
Cindy's Poem:
Times-tables
My clock ticks awaythe seconds,
The sand slips through the hour glass
I have too much time on my hands.
Quality time, prime time,over time, on time, out of time, time after time.
Haste makes waste-
A stitch in time saves nine-
Make hay while the sunshines-
Never put off for tomorrow what can be done today.
I was born prematurely into a world that is ina hurry.
I'm out of breath and wasting time.
Dickie's Poem:
Songs For My Heart
You've brought songs to my heart
and awakened anew,
feelings and laughter from the
brightness of you.
I dance with the stars in
the brightest moonlight,
and coax you to come
and share in the flight.
To find such pure joy
in just being with you
it's something quite special
for only a few.
For the gift I do thank you
and can only pray,
that to you I'll return
this gift in some say.
Joann's Poem:
Poems Are Like Buds On a Tree
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Poems are like buds on a tree.
Each bud has many tightly wrapped petals.
And each petal unpeels another thought.
Each bud is a delight to the searching soul who finds it.
And each poem like each tree bud is a divine delight.
***
Poems are like spring days in winter's eye.
They cleanse our dulled eyes and brain.
They awaken our senses from a deep sleep.
They make us delight in the sound of works expressed.
They create images that express our true feelings.
***
We fall in love with poems.
We use poems to declare love.
We recite poems to those we adore.
We equate poems with a time and place and lost love.
We hunger for another poem to stir our soul.
***
Poems are small while novels are big, sometimes huge.
Poems carry more meaning then their weight in gold.
Sometimes novels are not worth the paper to print them.
Novels almost never are worth their weight in gold.
Poems do have more meaning then their weight in gold.
***
Peoms represent good economy.
A huge product from so little material.
But the mental production progresses slowly.
Poems don't come from assembly lines.
Poems come from struggling words along a line.
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Nursery rhymes are poems for mothers and babies.
And babies respond with coos, laughts and mimics.
Patriotic lyrics are musical poems for citizens.
And folks respond with tears, zeal and volunteering.
Gospel songs are poems for souls in search of God.
***
Poems are like buds on a tree.
Each bud has many tightly wrapped petals.
And each petal unpeels another thought.
Each bud is a delight to the searching soul who finds it.
And each poem like each tree bud is a divine delight.
Consensus of members to this book from question posed by Connie:
Could the world live without poetry?
Answer: A world without poetry would be sorely lacking!

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