The book I mention in this poem is
The Rhythm Method, Razzmatazz and Memory: How To
Make Your Poetry Swing {Writer’s Digest Books, 2007} It is one of the best books I have read! Written as only a highly talented [but completely down to earth} poet who is also a musician could write it. I knew Flynn was a wonderful performer. That he can write nonfiction this great blows me away!
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Blessings,
xxxxxx
Pea
xxxxxx
N: for more information about Keith Flynn & books, see the link below the poem. Ludja!:)
What is Big as a House and Still Growing?
I feel like a woman who agreed to be shot
with fertility cocktails
that were not on the approved list,
so desperate was she to get pregnant.
Surprise! Baby's on the way!
Wait. Looks like we're talking babies.
How do you feel about ten?
May as well make it a dozen -- right?
Babies I'm carrying have skin like paper.
Ink eyes. Ink blues their still-forming
fingers. Hair when it comes will stand
in spikes from being rifled through.
They will have extra eyes and ears.
Tongues! A voice when it comes
will be a riot. Could cause one.
Cocktail was too strong! Poems
and songs of magicians call
themselves mere scribes hopped it up
to the max. Then I made the mistake
of reading a poet's-poet's book
about the art and agony of creating
you changelings. All a pregnant poet
needs! No way will I live long
enough to see you grown. Gotta go.
Got babies in and out to feed.
More are on the way, God help
me. Know about overpopulation,
don't bother. Paper growing short,
computers contaminating. So?
Someone has to keep that fellow
at the dump on Old Greensboro
busy. Use the job, can't he.
Anyway, the verse I carry virtually
bears itself. Infants pomegranating
my breasts and diaphragm -- brain, yet --
already kick to get out. Don't say abort.
Don't want children about, don't like
to hear them laugh, cry, shout, giggle,
wheedle, sigh, echo, oo-ah and babble
far more truth than lies, ciao.
Adore the rascals, myself.
(c) Phyllis Jean Green, October, 2008
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Sounds like y'all have been hanging out with Louie and Bill Sandusky and their "small family" of sixty three children!! LOL That'd make anyone run away, screaming!! LOL Adorable poem, you did very well! BRAVA, PeaPod; LOVE it!!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D (accHOOOOO! Darn it, caught Sissy's Cold!! GRRR!)
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2008
Enjoyed very much sweet lady...have a wonderful and safe day...Hugs
Oh, dear: big as a house and still growing: wonder if it's the book I just read, "Multiple Bles8ings" by Jon and Kate Gosselin? Good H E A V E N S. A set of twins and then SEXTUPLETS. Wait a minnit, you said TEN. And make it a even dozen. Good LORD. *faints* Maybe it's Karen's Sandusky family she writes about: no, too many. Sixty something. *REfaints*
(((Darling Peapod))), the babies you make are beautiful, with inky eyes and mouths already spouting poetry ... delightful, ten fingers, ten toes, PERFECT. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *ah-chooo*
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on October 26, 2008
It's hard enough to raise 2 much less 10.
I love kid0'S though..
Love the write.....
Phillis, such a great write, love kids, but I don't know about 10, don't have the stamina...good luck, made me wince. This is definately a keeper. Love, Bonnie
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
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(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D (accHOOOOO! Darn it, caught Sissy's Cold!! GRRR!)
(((Darling Peapod))), the babies you make are beautiful, with inky eyes and mouths already spouting poetry ... delightful, ten fingers, ten toes, PERFECT. Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. *ah-chooo*
I love kid0'S though..
Love the write.....
I have enjoyed the reading of "What is Big as a House and Still Growing?".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU