A marvellous and perfectly-written rendering of teenage boy lust and love:
I know, it refers to dating for 10 years, but the tone and style are perfect for a teenage boy.
Go read it!
Made using SimpleMind Free mind-mapping app for Android.
A really great fibre art image and poem:
Source: Go Make People Among Rain
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Remember the day God created the world?
We were all there
in the wind.
Then God spoke a word.
We first saw it
a small dot in God’s hand,
we all gathered around,
What is that?
Then it exploded
caught those of us
© 2017 David W. Jones
This being National Poetry Month, I visited Poets.org and subscribed to their Poem-a-day email. They send out a wide range of poetry – everything from the 1700 up to the very present day. So I’ve read a poem each day.
Most of the poetry was contemporary, in a variety of styles. Pretty much every poet was a college professor who makes a living by teaching poetry. And pretty much all of the poems were – in my opinion – deliberately written to be obscure, inaccessible, even meaningless to ordinary people.
Just like the poetry written and published 40-50 years ago by the professors I studied with back then.
I think I understand why the “professor poets” were so jealous and angry when Bob Dylan won the Nobel Prize for poetry. Dylan’s poetry is for ordinary people.
The High Academics of Poetryland, dwelling at the peaks of their isolated towers, don’t want the lowly peons from below to have poetry. They write poetry for each other, the few people worthy of their exalted, refined, infinitely unpoetic poetry.
Therefore they’ve set out to strangle or stomp out any poetry that springs up outside their towers.
Bah. Poetry that requires page after academic page of exigesis to communicate its meaning to a reader – is dead.
So – advice to poets. Read even dead poetry. But WRITE LIVING POETRY!
Perhaps appropriate for this end of Easter Sunday, during National Poetry Month:
At the tomb of love
I came to say I was wrong,
But you were already gone,
stone rolled away,
© 2017 David W. Jones
Another year further from the high school freshman who had discovered writing the summer before and bravely started sending out his poetry and stories. Didn’t sell any stories, but won a couple of cash-paying poetry contests, so he managed a $400 profit that first year.
Advice to musicians, writers, artists and creative people everywhere: Pursue your dreams when you’re young. It’s much easier!
Christ is not the power of positive thinking.
the power of name-it-claim-it.
the power of Caesar.
Christ is the power of laying down your life
for everyone else.
© 2016 David W. Jones
While there is wordless thought, words frame thought.
Words communicate thought.
Words create community.
God created all things with words.
Words are power.
Now go read about words of creation:
Words of Creation at Daily Science Fiction