Silence now no birdsong tweet
Concrete pylons in the street
Conifers that once stood tall
Nesting chicks no longer call.
Plastic populates the planet
Choking cormorant and gannet
Smoking chimneys, acid rain
Deserts populate the plain.
Icebergs melting tumble down
Rising waters islands drown
Blinded by our greed for power
We’ve blocked the sun and choked the flower.
J. Poet 7 ( @wordverse.me )
Several of my followers have suggested I do a poetic memoir of my life – things I’ve done, places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, etc. I will do these Pieces Of Me
periodically in no particular order. This is Pieces Of Me 2.
Wagner College Intramural Diving Champion, 1965
Member Tau Kappa Epsilon (TKE) Fraternity
Summer job – clerk typist
Worked at Defense Subsistence Supply Center in Brooklyn, NY
Tested for pilot training in US Air Force
Qualified for Navigator training
Polyps found on sinuses – no flying
Trains as Missile Launch Control Officer
Married in 1968
Drummer with The Zodiac Zoo
Drummer with Davey B & The Sonics
Miscarriage of first baby
Honorable Discharge, January 1971
Started work at Ausable Chasm, April 1971
Planned and developed 120 ste KOA Kampground
Promoted to Assistant General Manager
President of Adirondack Attractions Association
Drummer with Herbie Rock Band Drummer & lead singer…
Several of my followers have suggested I do a poetic memoir of my life – things I’ve done, places I’ve been, things I’ve seen, etc. I will do these Pieces Of Me
periodically in no particular order.
Insight into The Tennessee Poet
Born as a Preacher’s Kid Named Walter A. Page, Jr.
Dad was English and Irish
His father was also a preacher
Mom was a red-haired Scottish lass
Her father was a Lindsay
Grew up in a musical family
Took piano and trumpet lessons
Settled on drums
Played drums in school marching band,
Swing band, jazz band and
Symphony orchestra
Have one older brother Paul – a redhead
Born in Ogdensburg, NY
Lived in Massena, NY
Moved to Westport, NY on Lake Champlain
Then to Lisle, NY
Dad became pastor of The Oakwood Heights Community Church
n Staten Island, NY when I was 16
Graduated high school Then 4…
Has it been five years, or even six,
since we went on that final ride?
I think of it whenever I see that photo
of you and me sleeping, my head
on your shoulder and your patience
on full display. You were my muse.
And even though I’ve stopped
high-stepping over that place
in the carpet where you used to lay,
(I even found myself hurdling shadows
after the carpet was removed)
you have your way of coming back
to inspire some poem I didn’t know
I had within me. Like this morning,
when I found a golden Golden hair
shining in the back of a drawer
while I searched for something
I can’t recall now. It must have been
this poem. You knew I needed you.
You’ll always be my muse, just as I
will always be the man you led
toward art at the end of a leash.
I forgot that not only did I have a duty to celebrate the season of St Patrick here on The Jukebox I also had to celebrate in person and recover from those celebrations!
So, a little delayed, but I trust well worth the wait, the Official Immortal Jukebox St Patrick’s Day Post!
Now read on ….
All Hail St Patrick!
All Hail the Women of Ireland
Today we conclude our tribute to the intelligence, wisdom and beauty the Women of Ireland have brought to the arts of Song, Poetry and Painting.
Songs by Eleanor McEvoy (At the Mid Hour of Night & A Woman’s Heart) & AIlie (The Rocky Road to Dublin).
A Poetry Reading by Paula Meehan – ‘The Pattern’.
A Painting by Moyra Barry (1886-1960) : ‘Cinerria’
More years ago than I care to count seeking sanctuary from the crazed cacophony…
Musical
accompaniment #Sonata in A Minor K59 (L241) Album Horowitz: the Celebrated
Scarlatti recordings – expanded edition. By Domenico Scarlatti, Vladimir Horowitz.
March is the month when the Immortal Jukebox, in the run up to the St Patrick’s day festivities, celebrates the enormous contribution Irish artists have made to the World’s treasury of Poetry, Song and Paintings.
This year’s posts are in celebration of the works, so often under regarded, of the Women of Ireland.
Each post will feature a song by an established singer and another by a singer or group who may not yet have gained fame outside of Ireland.
I will also be showcasing a Poetry reading and a Painting.
I hope I will be making introductions that will lead you to further exploration.
Today :
Songs by Dolores Keane and The Evertides.
Eavan Boland reading :
‘The Lost Art of Letter Writing’, ‘Quarantine’ and ‘The Emigrant Irish’.
Chatting to writers during the recent #JanuaryWriteOff 30 Day Challenge, it became clear many people find the process of submitting to poetry journals and competitions quite daunting. From formatting to bios to fees, there can be a lot of hoops to jump through and I thought it might be useful to walk you through the process.
What Goes into a Submission?
When you’re preparing work to send out into the world, you will need to prepare a package of information comprising some, or all, of the following:
Your work, presented in accordance with the competition or journal’s Submission Guidelines;
A short writer’s bio;
A cover letter and/or a completed application form;
An author’s photo;
Competition or Submission fees (if applicable).
Let’s take a look at each of these in more detail.
Submission Guidelines
I’ve attended lots of workshops given by editors and publishers, and they all go something…