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WINTONBURY POETRY SERIES & OPEN MIC

 


Poetry Reading Series and Open Mic runs monthly
October - April, third Thursdays, 7:00 P.M.

 

Held at the P. Faith McMahon Wintonbury Library

1015 Blue Hills Ave, Bloomfield, CT
860-242-0041

 

Spark your creativity, make connections, and share the
gift of poetry! We offer readings by notable poets and a
warm, supportive atmosphere for sharing your own work!

 

 

Poetry Sharing Page


Submissions for our Poetry Sharing Page will be reviewed for posting by Marilyn Johnston, coordinator of the Wintonbury Poetry & Open MIC program.

 

Postings will not appear immediately. Submissions can be received by Marilyn via CD or floppy, or by sending an e-mail to: marilynjohnston2003@yahoo.com. Submit up to 3 one-page poems for consideration.
 

 


"Fresh-Cut Flowers Are Poetry"
by Nancee Cheffet


Fresh-cut flowers can pierce our hearts.
Every wisp of insight flitting by must be scooped up before
it has landed in the gaping void.
As we age, such insights flit away,
like a dream you'd had the night before.
Write it down, right then.
Before it's lost.
Quite lost, as is your youth!
Tend your softening mind, tend your fragile blossoms..
Feed them love!
 

(posted 7-21-14)

 

What Causes Me To Feel Draped In Bounty
by Nancee Cheffet


The music flows over me,
into my ears, and throughout my entire body,
as fingers tapping on black keys,
I savor self-expression.
Four hours and more, I have given myself
progressively more completely to the
near-holy past-time.
Save for the melodies, and the click
of the keys,
the silence is total.
A half-hour before the midnight hour,
many snore or silently exhale under the covers.
The thin coating of loneliness is like a dusting of
sugar on a slice of water-melon.
 

 (posted 6-24-14)

 

Not just another Library
By Bev George

As you walk through the door
Of my favorite library
They greet you with a smile
Not sure how to use the Internet?
No sweat!
Loretta or Mara is there to help.
Need a hint
On how to print?
Loretta or Mara is there to help.
Don’t know where to look
For that special book?
Loretta or Mara is there to help.
Always so kind and friendly
They are there to assist those
Who want to succeed
They are there to help those
Who can’t read.
Do you have a poem you want to share?
Then have no fear.
Marilyn will check out your submission
And get permission
To put it on the Poetry website.
To Loretta, Mara, Marilyn and company
We are so grateful for all you do!
Thanks to you -This is not just another library!


(posted 6-6-14)
 

My Bumper, My Protector
by Bev. George

On a very,very windy day as I tried to find a space in the

parking lot of a local supermarket

From the corner of my eyes

I saw an unattended grocery carriage approaching

I quickly steered to the left

Then I steered to the right.

But this collision was not to be avoided

This “hell on wheels”

Came right at my vehicle,

Almost as if it had sight.

I froze and watch

As the wind threw the

carriage into my car head on.

Thanks to my bumper. There was no damage!

Believe it or not,

Hours later, while at a light,

a distracted driver hit my car from
behind.
I was angry but relieved because

Thanks to my bumper. There was no damage!

The dictionary defines a bumper as a horizontal bar fixed across the front or
back of a motor vehicle to reduce damage in a collision.
In my opinion, a bumper is like

GOD protecting us from injury

(posted 5-5-14)

 

SPUR OF THE MOMENT
by John P. Kneal

Slowly sinking clouds
Uneasy stillness
The feet of others quicken
Umbrella left behind
Air like a pregnant charm
White shirt, red tie, blue suit
The day’s meetings finished
Serendipity’s portal ajar
Drops like spears pierce the unsuspecting
The whimper of defense
The roar of immersion
Stress unravels
Pants are rolled up
Barefoot toes playfully wiggle
Walking, then twirling, then dancing
Puddle splashing
Unleashed, with Nature
Rippling laughter
Complete.

 

(posted 12-27-13)

 

Ball of Confusion
By Bev George

“Ball of Confusion
that’s what the world is today”

So sang The Temptations in 1970
The lyrics to their song included a list of problems that were tearing apart

The United States

“Segregation, determination, demonstration,
Integration, aggravation,

“Humiliation, obligation to our nation”

Air pollution, revolution, gun control”
Ball of Confusion
that’s what the world is today”

Fast forward to present day
Syria threat to the United States
"Ball of confusion...
Navy Yard shooting
"Ball of confusion...
Terror in Mall in Kenya.
"Ball of confusion...
Government shutdown
In the best country in the world!
"Ball of confusion...
It begs the question
Is our world still
A "ball of confusion"?

   (posted 10-14-13)



Pope Francis is breaking all the rules!
By Bev George

They say that Pope Francis
Is breaking all the rules.
Because HE
Opted to live a normal life'


They say that Pope Francis
Is breaking all the rules.
Because HE
Opens our eyes and make us aware of our insensitivity to the
waste and disposal of food...........

They say that Pope Francis
Is breaking all the rules.
Because HE
Addresses the faithful bare-headed in torrential rain!

They say that Pope Francis
Is breaking all the rules
Because HE
Choose to ride in an open-air vehicle in Brazil!
Why can’t they see that Pope Francis is breaking all the rules
because he is the real deal?
 

(posted 9/5/13)

 

It’s so cool to be connected, but…
by Bev George

It’s so cool to be connected.
But..
Are we protected?
The Internet is so amazing!
Google! Yahoo! Bing!
They allow us to search
And find whatever we desire
But, conversely, they also follow us around
Even after we sign off.

 It's so cool to be connected.
Our iPhones and cell phones!
It seems we can't
live without them!
But is our phone carrier tracking us
As we speak?
It begs the question
Are we protected?

(posted 7/22/13)

 

Mommy, I wish you had worn it BEFORE CHRISTMAS!
By Bev George

A new blue sweater
still in its box
it would have looked beautiful on you!
Mommy, I wish you had worn it
BEFORE CHRISTMAS

A lovely scarf
Blue and white
Never been worn!!
Mommy, I wish you had worn it
BEFORE CHRISTMAS

A perfume set
Your favorite fragrance!!!
Unopened- Still in its box
OH, Mommy, how I wish you had used it
BEFORE CHRISTMAS

(posted 6/4/13)

 

The Bloomfield Poetry Circle
By
M. Renee Taylor

‘Twas supposed to be just a one shot deal.

Share my tribute poem, and away I’d steal.

But two dozen disparate folk,

Quietly attended the words of not one but two poems I spoke.

 

Unaccustomed to public speaking,

I felt safe revealing my feelings in their caretaking.

Their eyes reacted to my verbal images,

Affirming heads nodded at phrases placed to advantage.

 

Then they charmed me with their emotions and imagination,

Tossing their poems’ honest words and phrases with abandon.

A rare safe haven for an extraordinary everyday population,

Whose courage rises to the needs of a poetic avocation.

 

They’ve already had a good effect on me,

For another poem from my mind is suddenly set free!

 

2-22-13

(posted 2/27/13)

 


The Enchanted Garden

by M. Renee Taylor

 

By day she tends the enchanted garden,

As his spirit hovers near,

And once again her heart knows peace and love,

Instead of weariness or tears.

 

Wind and sun upon her face,

Working in the rhythm of this place,

She creates this prayerful space,

A bridge for eternity to trace.

 

To heal herself and honor his life,

She inspires rich colors in stately roses to bloom,

And plans even more, hoping there's room,

Far from the outside world's strife.

 

Birds and butterflies and bees gently pass her by.

Neighbors, that life with her do share this precious home,

That love has built, where time stands still,

From which she gains her strength and so shall ne’re long roam.

 

As she nightly passes out her garden gate,

His lamppost's warm glow,

Falls softly on the roses below,

A beacon and a symbol of their time together, a memento.

11-20-09

(posted 1/25/13)

 


Hungry to Hear
by Kathryn Kelly

Fill me with the image
of my strong and sturdy father,
wrap me in the deep tones 
of your stories, swaddle me
in recollections, the fragments
of your life.  Piece me together.
I am hungry for your stories.
Let them grow golden-winged
in me.

(posted 12/14/12)

 

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