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Monday, April 23, 2012
This week our prompt is The Hammer.
Write about this to your hearts content! and then, share it with us at the poetry club, of course!
And remember! April is national poetry month, so write for the occasion.
Hope to see you in our usual place, tuesdays at the Hot Shot cafe from 3-4!
Write about this to your hearts content! and then, share it with us at the poetry club, of course!
And remember! April is national poetry month, so write for the occasion.
Hope to see you in our usual place, tuesdays at the Hot Shot cafe from 3-4!
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Always, by Pablo Neruda
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!
I am not jealous
of what came before me.
Come with a man
on your shoulders,
come with a hundred men in your hair,
come with a thousand men between your breasts and your feet,
come like a river
full of drowned men
which flows down to the wild sea,
to the eternal surf, to Time!
Bring them all
to where I am waiting for you;
we shall always be alone,
we shall always be you and I
alone on earth,
to start our life!
Sunday, April 1, 2012
Come one come all, to spring term 2011 at LBCC! For some of us it is our last term (meeee! I'm so excited!) and for others it's not! But what better way to celebrated new term than to write some poetry, or come to poetry club?
Our poetry club is starting up again this week, same time, same place. (Tuesday, 3-4, Hot Shot Cafe)
Drop by and give us a listen, or a tune, or whatever you like, because we are always there for every emotion, sound, phase, image, feeling, etc.
I hope to see you there!
Our poetry club is starting up again this week, same time, same place. (Tuesday, 3-4, Hot Shot Cafe)
Drop by and give us a listen, or a tune, or whatever you like, because we are always there for every emotion, sound, phase, image, feeling, etc.
I hope to see you there!
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