Edible Companion - Sometimes I Write Poetry

 

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Sometimes I Write Poetry - Look inside

I am going to take you on a little journey through the book what I wanted to show you is the color the paintings that are included in the book from paintings that I have created.

Sometimes I write poetry is a collection of words expressing emotions it has been in the process of development over the years and I finally gathered the courage to share it with you.  I'm really proud of the way that it came out I really love the feel of the cover, it's a matte finish and very soft.  The book is split into eight chapters the chapters, which are love, decisions, thoughts, calling, memories, loneliness, loss and death and community and soul and with each chapter there is a color painting that goes with it, and over a hundred poems.

If you would like to purchase a copy you can do so HERE  

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Sometimes I Write Poetry - I have Published a Poetry Book!!!

 I am so excited to share that I have published my first book of poetry!!

I am thrilled as I have been writing on and off over the years and the poems were typed up, but I never did anything with them.  The papers even started to change color.

It is amazing the things that we say we want to do, but for one reason or another we talk ourselves out of seeing it come to pass.  After I made up my mind to do it once and for all I had to be disciplined and make sure I focused on getting some of the tasks done, a bit every day. 

I did an interview talking about the book and the process and you can catch it below.  Let me know how you are getting on in the things that you are trying to get done, is there a particular dream that you are working on?

I hope you are encouraged as you listen to the interview.

The book is available on Amazon

Amazon US Book - https://amzn.to/3TWgWHz Kindle - https://amzn.to/3SZi9fM Amazon UK Book - https://amzn.to/3zBc1DP

One of the things that I want to continue is the joy of writing and the ability to use the resources available to us to share the work. I also want to encourage you to think carefully about the things that you are putting aside because you don't think you would be able to do it. Break it up into smaller chunks and get started, before you know it you will have got further than you thought you could. Time is going to pass anyway; you might as well do something that is going to make you proud.

So get ready to take action or continue to take action in your life 'story'!!  Let me know what your biggest challenges are, as sometimes it is just a change of perspective that will throw new light and opportunities on things.

Stay Blessed and be a blessing!

Inspirational Shorts - Gwendolyn Brooks - Sermon on the Warpland

Gwendolyn Brooks

Welcome to the final week of poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks as part of Inspirational shorts Episode 223 on the podcast. 

The word today is Helpful - Think of a time where you helped someone or was yourself helped and how did it make you feel

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The Sermon on the Warpland

And several strengths from drowsiness campaigned

but spoke in Single Sermon on the warpland.

And went about the warpland saying No.

“My people, black and black, revile the River.

Say that the River turns, and turn the River.

Say that our Something in doublepod contains

seeds for the coming hell and health together.

Prepare to meet

(sisters, brothers) the brash and terrible weather;

the pains;

the bruising; the collapse of bestials, idols.

But then oh then!—the stuffing of the hulls!

the seasoning of the perilously sweet!

the health! The heralding of the clear obscure!

Build now your Church, my brothers, sisters. Build

never with brick or Corten nor with granite.

Build with lithe love. With love like lion-eyes.

with love like morningrise.

with love like black, our black—

luminously indiscreet;

complete; continuous.”

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The Second Sermon on the Warpland

This is the urgency: Live! and have your blooming in the noise of the whirlwind.

Salve salvage in the spin.

Endorse the splendor splashes;

stylize the flawed utility;

prop a malign or failing light–

but know the whirlwind is our commonwealth.

Not the easy man, who rides above them all,

not the jumbo brigand, not the pet bird of poets, that sweetest sonnet, shall straddle the whirlwind.

Nevertheless, live.

All about are the cold places, 

all about are the pushmen and jeopardy, theft–

all about are the stormers and scramblers, but

what must our Season be, which starts from Fear?

Live and go out.

Define and

medicate the whirlwind.

The time

cracks into furious flower. Lifts its face

all unashamed. And sways in wicked grace.

Whose half-black hands assemble oranges

is tom-tom hearted

(goes in bearing oranges and boom).

And there are bells for orphans–

and red and shriek and sheen.

A garbageman is dignified

as any diplomat.

Big Bessie’s feet hurt like nobody’s business,

but she stands–bigly–under the unruly scrutiny, stands in the wild weed.  In the wild weed

she is a citizen,  and is a moment of highest quality; admirable.

It is lonesome, yes. For we are the last of the loud.

Nevertheless, live.

Conduct your blooming in the noise and whip of the whirlwind.

Find her books on Amazon

You can check out more about Gwendolyn Brooks, her life and other poetry on the Poetry Foundation Website - HERE

Join me each week on the podcast - HERE

Thank you for joining me, stay blessed and be a blessing!

Poet of the Month - Gwendolyn Brooks - Inspirational Shorts - Episode 220

Welcome to the third week of poetry by Gwendolyn Brooks as part of Inspirational shorts Episode 220 on the podcast. 

The word today is Personal

of De Witt Williams on his way to Lincoln Cemetery

BY GWENDOLYN BROOKS

He was born in Alabama.

He was bred in Illinois.

He was nothing but a

Plain black boy.

Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot.

Nothing but a plain black boy.

Drive him past the Pool Hall.

Drive him past the Show.

Blind within his casket,

But maybe he will know.

Down through Forty-seventh Street:

Underneath the L,

And Northwest Corner, Prairie,

That he loved so well.

Don’t forget the Dance Halls—

Warwick and Savoy,

Where he picked his women, where

He drank his liquid joy.

Born in Alabama.

Bred in Illinois.

He was nothing but a

Plain black boy.

Swing low swing low sweet sweet chariot.

Nothing but a plain black boy.

Check out some of Gwendolyn's Books on Amazon

Find her books on Amazon

You can check out more about Gwendolyn Brooks, her life and other poetry on the Poetry Foundation Website - HERE

Join me each week on the podcast - HERE

Thank you for joining me, stay blessed and be a blessing!

Poet of the Month - Gwendolyn Brooks - Sadie and Maud - Inspirational Shorts Podcast

Gwendolyn Brooks - Sadie and Maud, Inspirational Shorts

This week on the podcast I am sharing another poem by poet Gwendolyn Brooks.  In Episode 217 of my podcast you will here the poem Sadie and Maud.  

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Joyful

Art Journal Page - Amanda Trought

The word for the day is Joyful.  

Think about how the word can be incorporated into the things that you do and create an art journal page linking the word.

Let's look at the definition of the word joyful - 

• joyful feeling or causing great pleasure and happiness
•  with joy great pleasure and happiness,
•  a cause of great pleasure and happiness success or satisfaction.

Now how is it you feel about your creativity? 

Can you find those pockets of feeling joyful or joy and think about how you can find those little moments in your creativity because sometimes you just don't feel like creating.  

Sometimes you know you want to do something else but if you think about the creativity as a blanket so whether you going to your studio sear your table or wherever your space is and create something or write something or take a photograph it's all part creativity so it's all feeding you, feeding that 'well' that you can dip in-and-out of and grow.

Poet - Gwendolyn Brooks

“Poetry is life distilled.” ― Gwendolyn Brooks

Gwendolyn Brooks - Sadie and Maud

This week is the 2nd week of looking at the work of poet Gwendolyn Brooks, so today the poem that we are going to read is called Sadie and Maud. 

Sadie and Maud 

Maud went to college 

Sadie stayed at home 

Sadie scraped life 

with a fine-tooth-comb 

she didn't leave a tangle 

in her comb found every strand 

Sadie was one of the Livingest 

chit in all the land

Sadie bore two babies 

under her maiden name 

Maud and ma and papa 

nearly died of shame 

When Sadie said her last so long 

her girls struck out from home 

Sadie had left her heritage 

in her fine-tooth-comb 

Maud who went to college 

is a thin Brown mouse 

she is living all alone 

in this old house 

Gwendolyn Brooks - Sadie and Maud

You can find some of her book on Amazon

Find her books on Amazon

You can check out more about Gwendolyn Brooks, her life and other poetry on the Poetry Foundation Website - HERE

Join me each week on the podcast - HERE

Thank you for joining me, stay blessed and be a blessing!

Thanks for joining me - Amanda!!

Wind - Creating in Faith

Wind - Creating in Faith

Creating in Faith bookmark holder

I am like the gentle breeze blowing the dandelion stalks

taking them to their new destination and home. 

I move through the trees rustling melodies each singing their own song,

I gently tug at the clinging leaves, ochre, reds and golden browns.

I am the icy winds rushing through the roof tops,

it’s time to rest a while, dream my dreams of tomorrow,

wrapped up warm, there is a different crew, time for the layers

and don’t forget your ear muffs and snow boots!

I blow away the fallen leaves, time for a spring clean,

can you hear my new song of fresh beginnings whistling

as I breathe new life, whisperings of new growth. 

We dance again among the palm trees swaying as I greet you on the beaches,

warm currents carefully caressing your skin,

winter long forgotten enjoying the harvest.

But I am unpredictable

I can soar across the oceans

and bring tales of devastation to everything in my path,

bringing the thrashing waves

while I spread the forest fires, blazing in defiance. 

I can uproot trees and send buildings to their destination of rubble. 

I come by many names, breeze, wind, gale, tornado and hurricane

each variation in degree,

in its season,

in and out of harmony with the earth.

 Yes I can bring much pain in the flash of a moment and in the next

I remind you of summers filled with aromas, perfumed flowers and

 tomorrows that have yet to come

new growth, new life, new grace.

 © Amanda Trought

He who dwells in the shelter of the most High 

will abide in the shadow of the Almighty...Psalm 91:1

But when you ask, you must believe and not doubt, because the one who doubts is like a wave of the sea, blown and tossed by the wind James 1:6

I desire to do your will, my God; your law is within my heart Psalm 40:8

Sometimes I Write Poetry..

Sometimes I write poetry.........

when I cannot find the words I am seeking I let them flow from a place that has not yet been hit by the critic, via the back door where the meaning can be felt, when the mood takes me and the murmerings of my heart want to be heard from a different place. Where the soul and the spirit is illuminated and can just be......

I hope you enjoy my offerings when they come...

Heart...
Didn’t realise until it started, 

out of the blue, 

dissatisfaction ebbed its way in

then came the sadness and the loneliness.
Despair had crept in through the back door.

Now there is the longing yearning at my heart
Reminding me of what has not been said,

those missed intimacies,

now two strangers,

glances exchanged

will my life ever be the same?
What is it?

the longing

weighs me down
Where is it,

where does it live,

I try to identify make sense of it

My heart,

I hear a faint cry,

my heart is crying out to be heard,

I thought I knew what I wanted
I sigh,

my heart was never involved

only thought it was,

made practical decisions at the time
No one was supposed to get hurt

Amanda Trought