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The City of the Queen of the Angels

There is a plaque on Olvera Street that names the city wherein I grew up as El Pueblo de Nuestra Senora la Reina de Los Angeles — The Village of our Lady, Queen of the Angels.

Look at any map and you will see it criss-crossed with streets named after saints: Santa Monica, San Vicente, San Pedro — to name just a few. The names seem to reflect — at least to me– a mystical and transcendent quality of this city.

With Angels Watching

Would it be that all the saints, all the angels, even the Queen of Heaven herself looks down upon this city?

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What would they see? What would they do?

Yes, they would weep over the poverty and crime, over the homeless seeking to make a living.

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And of course they would tremble with us when the ground shakes or the canyons burn.

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Would they rejoice with the whales as they peek from the sea or sing with the coyotes in dark sycamore forests?

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Did they watch over the mammoths in ancient days? Apparently not, it would seem.

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Would they be in awe of the edifices we puny humans have built?

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Would they hold back the rain but let the snowfall?

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Perhaps they would.

I don’t know what angels think, but I know they are here,

and they watch.

 

Images and poem by ljgloyd (2016)

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/city/

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NaPoWriMo #22: The Witness

The prompt is to honor of the observance of Earth Day in a poem.     My poem is to honor the One who created the Earth:

The Witness

Some are swept away by the swell of music
as if they were struck by an ocean wave.
Some are moved by a caress of a loved one
as if a gentle breeze had touched them.
Others are split to shards like a lightning-struck tree
when they crack open the sacred word.

My being is rocked
when I see moon jellies floating in a blue abyss,
when I watch a sea lion dance
under her mirror-topped world,
when the dark presence of sycamores
and ancient oaks close over the mountain trail,
when a great bird spreads her wings and glides,
when a human is at one with the elements.

These are the Spirit’s witness to the world.

Ljgloyd (c) 2016

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NaPoWriMo #20: A Kenning Poem

nibI learned something new today.  There is a poem form called a  kenning.  It is a”riddle-like metaphor” that appears as compound words used in place of a single word noun.  This was a common device used in Old Norse sagas — and so it resonates with my Viking ancestry!  May I present a short kenning poem for your amusement:

Four-Cylinder Chariot

Four-cylinder chariot,
I had high hopes for you.
Down the highways and byways
To streak out of the blue.

I named you White Lightning
— at the time it seemed fine–
But you’re slow and more mellow,
So I’ve named you Moonshine.

Ljgloyd (c) 2016


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NaPoWriMo #19: How to Make Lembas Bread

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Today’s prompt is to write a didactic (a “how to”) poem with a mythological or fantastical theme. How fun!

Legolas: “Lembas bread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man!”
Merry: “How many did you eat?”
Pippin: “Four.”
From the film, The Fellowship of the Ring, (2001)

How to Make Lembas Bread (Elven Way Bread)

To the world of Tolkien
You lose yourself.
Don the ears
and dress as an elf.

Imagination engaged
–if you can–
pull out the bowls
and the baking pan.

Mix the flour, the butter
–please be exact–
the salt, the sugar,
the vanilla extract.

Take hold of wonder
An ability to believe
Have a vision
And you will achieve.

The dough has chilled
The oven’s been lit
A few hours later,
With a cuppa, you sit,

You come to rest
and enjoy the end
And hold fast your
power to pretend.

 

ljgloyd (c) 2016

Here is a recipe for basic shortbread.  To make it into lembas bread, you just need a little imagination.


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NaPoWriMo #17: The Tale of The Four Thieves

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For today’s prompt, we were instructed to take a specialty dictionary and use terms from it to inspire a poem. I chose a reference guide to essential oils and aromatherapy. LOL!

The Tale of the Four Thieves

Four clever thieves, living close and thick,
Robbed from the homes of the dying and sick.
Despite the plague they stayed in good health
and amassed a fortune of ill-gained wealth.
The sheriff searched long for the thieves he sought
Until Luck turned her eye and they were caught.

But the judge declared they would not die
If to his request they would simply comply.
“Tell me, I pray, of your profound good luck
And how this sickness you managed to duck.”
The ring leader stood and commenced to say:
“It’s a magical potion applied once a day.

Distill fine oils into a flask–
Excuse me, sir, which ones, you ask?
Lemon, Rosemary, cloves strong and dark,
Leaves of Oz and cinnamon bark.
Blend them together with sweet almond oil.
Inhale it deeply the sickness to foil.”

The judge was astonished and stood from his seat.
He eyed them coolly and said, “Rise to your feet.
We shall make this elixir you so freely give
and if it’s successful you will continue to live.
But even so if it does not fail,
The four of you must stay in jail.”
And so thus ends the four thieves’ tale.

Lgloyd (c) 2016


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Getting the Words Off the Page

colour-speech-bubblesPoetry was originally meant to be heard, not read.  If you have eighteen minutes and any interest at all in words, watch this video on “spoken word” poetry, a Ted Talk by poet Sarah Kay.    If you only have three and a half minutes, then just watch the beginning and listen to her poem, “If I Should Have a Daughter…”   The last three minutes are pretty awesome too as she performs her poem “Hiroshima.”


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NaPoWriMo #15: Fun with Couplets


Writing Couplets at Five in the Morning

Couplets are the form of the day.
Not easy to write I should say.

One simple thought set in two lines.
The challenge, of course, is making them rhyme

Chaucer, Shakespeare, Alexander Pope–
These are the poets who can give you the dope

As for me the couplet is not the way.
It’s the freedom of free verse any day

Lgloyd 2016

 


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NaPoWriMo #14: A “San-San” Poem — Starlight Flamenco

flamenco-duendeOkay.  It’s payback time because I have written so many unrhymed, free form poems.  Today we are supposed to write a “san san” poem.  It is supposedly a Chinese poetry form that uses three images, phrases or ideas, repeated three times in a very specific rhyme scheme, a-b-c-a-b-d-c-d.    And it was bloody difficult to compose.

Starlight Flamenco

Under a frosty star-lit sky
they cling together, one fiery heart —
two lovers engage their spiral dance.

Twin flames, flying high
They dance united, fearing to part
two lovers dance through the night.

Fearing none, they take a chance
Two fiery lovers under star light.

ljgloyd (c) 2016

Image:  ljgloyd 2006


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NaPoWriMo #13: “Somewhere Between the Lo Mein and the Egg Fu Young They Fell in Love”

red lanternsThe NaPoWriMo prompt of the day is write “a poem inspired by fortune cookies.”  This was fun.  I have to say that I wrote this at 3 a.m. this morning so I wonder if that had anything to do with the fun-factor.   (This post is also in line with the Daily Post’s prompt.)

Somewhere between the Lo Mein and the Egg Fu Young They Fell in Love

A rain-slick night,
Red lanterns hang over a dark wooded booth.
Imperial Dinner for two.
Crab Rangoon and spring rolls.
Don’t forget the hot mustard.
Kung pao chicken and sweet-and-sour pork.
Stir fried broccoli in oyster sauce.
Their hands touch over the fried rice.
Moo shu pork and ginger beef.
Steaming cups of jasmine tea.
She giggles at his jokes.
Time slows down, eyes lock.
Check please.
Fortune cookie say:
“You will marry the person across the table.”
Fortune cookie say:
“Don’t panic!”

Ljgloyd c 2016

Image courtesy of Morguefile.com

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/giggle/

 


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NaNoWriMo #12: Night Journey

dream womanAdmittedly, I am not at all satisfied with today’s poem.  NaPoWriMo ‘s prompt is to create a “found poem” by lifting an excerpt from a book’s index, page numbers and all, and call it a poem.  I am not entirely against found poetry.  The book spine exercise I did a couple of days ago is a form of found poetry.  But at least I wove it together with words of my own to create a somewhat reasonable narrative.  But this index thing?   No.  This is not poetry in my opinion.  It’s not even writing.  But being the good sport that I am, I grabbed a couple of books off my shelf to see if I could use anything from their indices or tables of content as inspiration.  The books I am using are: Water from an Ancient Well: Celtic Spirituality for Modern Life and The Heroine’s Journey.  I mostly used the chapter titles of these books.  In addition, to challenge myself, I am using the word from The Daily Post’s prompt-of-the-day to provide the overarching theme.

Here’s what I got:

Night Journey

She falls beneath the waves of sleep
to the realm of dreams and visions
to travel a road of trials
in quest of her father and mother,
and to slay the ogre tyrants
that plague her during the day.

Creatures of grace arise from the deep
to guide her to circles of strength
finding rest within her soul.
She finds her family, HER circles of strength,
uniting to battle the monsters within
until there are no more to slay.

ljgloyd (c) 2016