We Got Rhythm: The Beat of the Bard Good poetry being a close kin to music not only depends on the sounds of words to make it musical, but it also needs to have a certain meter and rhythm to make it akin to a song. And what we have here are the patterns and…
by: Shirley Satterfield Bound All-Around 🗣 Lord God set me free. She’s a fake friend if ever there was one. She’s like Attila the Hun Goose stepping across the landscape of my life. Controlling as a fish monger’s wife. Oh Lord, this relationship is not sound, Set me free; I am bound.
by: Shirley Satterfield Otherworlds This fountain plant delights my eyes, Makes my spirit man arise. The body is the receptacle of pleasure, And the discerner of much pain While soul reaches up to touch a higher plain where The joy of God resounds And the prayers of man abound. Metaphysical world Cannot be seen. It’s…
by: Shirley Satterfield Oh Fort McHenry 🇺🇸 Oh Fort McHenry; Little fort on Baltimore harbor, Color guard of a country tried sore, Little bastion of liberty For yonder young Promised Land In the war of 1812. You loomed large For distant little city girl Born in 1952, Her faith in you renewed In 2021 With…
by: Shirley Satterfield The Cure Treat me softly. Tell me that you love me, Often. Give me a hug when you can, Post pandemic. I have BPD. I have major depression. I have Post Traumatic Stress. I am bipolar. I am human. Treat me softly. This is the cure.
The English language lends itself so well to rhyme that rhyme is common in English poetry, except for blank verse which has meter and no rhyme and free verse poetry. But even free verse poets can make use of internal rhyme in which two words within a line rhyme, use approximate rhyme, or the poet…
Poet Laureate Georgette LeBlanc: Canada’s Choice Bard The honor of being named Poet Laureate of Canada is a fairly new post created by the Canadian Parliament. It was created in 2001 and thus far there have been eight poets named to this post by the Speaker of the House of Parliament and the Speaker of…
A Now Poetic Voice of the Covid 19 Age They say history repeats itself, and in 1918, we had a worldwide flu epidemic like the world had never seen before. In that day the virus was spread by the movement of armies during the First World War while today’s pandemic bug is being spread by…
by: Shirley Satterfield The Hard Places Wilderness, I like wilderness With rocks and rugged land, And wide open sky Where the wild-eyed eagle flys. Yes, those wide open spaces Is where the soul can expand; And God provides Manna, And water flows from hard places, Where He perfects the hard cases Of a wayward mankind.
by: Shirley Satterfield It is easy to glide over the Ocean of Good effortlessly. gracefully when the sea is like glass and the path to good is brightly lit by the sun-and there’s love and laughter on the ship. But I was born on a stormy sea, a choppy sea, a virtual whirlpool of dark…
by: Shirley Satterfield God breath virtue Deep into my soul, The unconscious kind of virtue That does not boast of itself Because boasting goodness is Just the flip side of human pride. Let my virtue be of God, And for God. Let me inhale His holy goodness, And exhale the works of His holy wouldness….
by: Shirley Satterfield The Sinner’s Now Prayer 🙏 Lord, I have been through the WAR, Refugee of psychological torture. Early childhood was pain’s stem. Workplace sex abuse victim. Home was a cradle of pain. But workplace left a crimson stain. Lord, This refugee of dada’s hate May be late But now seeks the loving favor…
Francis Pharcellus Church: Little Virginia’s Secret Journalism Santa A child’s letter to the editor questioning the existence of Santa Claus challenged the imagination of a crusty old, cynical newspaper writer by the name of Francis Pharcellus Church to answer the child in the affirmative. And although he was too ashamed of himself to admit to…
Kahlil Gibran: America’s Mystical Immigrant Kahlil Gibran, born on January 6, 1883 in a Lebanese village in the exotic Ottoman Empire, is most famous for his best selling book, :”The Prophet. It was a popular book full of philosophical prose poetry and mystical illustrations of nude people which has been translated into 100 languages and…
Oscar Wilde: Flamboyance Personified Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde, born on October 16 in 1854, was not just famous for his long name and writings which were shocking in his Victorian times, he was also known for his fussy attention to his personal appearance and his propensity for the finer things in life, In short,…
by: Shirley Satterfield The Human Soul Magnificent! 👨🏽🦯 When I see a special needs adult, A homeless person, I get the urge to feed them. To look into their eyes and see them. To make them feel the significance Of a human soul magnificent. The human soul magnificent Is the scent of God’s own breathlessness….
by: Shirley Satterfield You have to press through To touch the hem of His garment, Through the doubts, the fears, The jeers of a crowd That is telling you, you’re are no good, The people people who stand in your way, Those who would shake Your steadfast hope and your stay. You have to press…
Cathy Mellen Our Fall 2020 Contest Winner I am very pleased to announce that our dailywisdomwords.com Fall poetry contest winner is poet and blogger Cathy Mellen. Congrats Cathy! 1. Where are you from, and please tell us about your life and your home? ️ I am from Lowell, Massachusetts. Home to Ed McMahon, Bette Davis…
Modern Prose Poetry Bends the Rules There are definite difference between poetry and prose. Poetry is written in verse form and relies on picturesque speech, metaphor, imagery, can bend the rules of grammar, and has line breaks in verse form that define it as poetry. Prose on the other hand is always written with regular…
by: Shirley Satterfield The Dan River After the Storm ☔️ The Bold and Beautiful Dan; High and mighty after the storm, Loftier than the norm. Big water spills over the road; Blocks the truck that totes the load. Big water encroaches the pinnacle of the bridge. God help me now, I think I need An…
by: Shirley Satterfield Look, It’s Snowing! Sparkling, spanking feathers Falling from the sky. Dervish dancing, dancing down From fragile wings on high. Each one a little different, Each one is quite unique. Darkly deeply spreading quite, I dare not try to speak. Quiet, silence everywhere, No, I dare not try to speak. Quiet stillness stems…