The Cyber Mermaid Link to Lulu (Book) - 1/1/2011 8:11:35 AM
Sounds like a lot of fun Jane, I'll link it from my Greenteeth Site (which gives you loads of valid links to your page)
Background notes with ref. to Alice in Wonderland 17 Feb 2011 (Book) - 7/21/2008 3:59:13 PM
well that clinches it! I'm gonna download your "gonewiththewinds" deal and probably read it though I wish I had a Kindle. Problem is I live in the middle of a Florida wilderness and only have modem dialup, so it has to wait for a day when the computer is free to be tied.
I like your approach and I am PRO_Ecology ALL THE WAY! I'm also heavily involved in studio recording on piano BUT I think you've got something here especially if it's being used for "Non-selfish" purposes. This world needs that, if it's not TOO LATE...
Later, miguy7
Jane Air's Index of Published Poems (Book) - 7/21/2008 3:45:35 PM
I like this: colorful and orderly. I had a recent personal website I just canceled with Yahoo due to $expense and lack of visitors. I had my latest music as mp3s loaded on the site and a poetry/song INDEX very similar to the one you have here that I was building. BUT alas, only people from AD who I dragged there by "force of link" would go and then they often didn't or couldn't download or hear the music!
So over the next few weeks I will read your stuff little by little and I hope you don't mind if I learn a thing or two about blogging for the sake of my own stuff, particularly my self-published JAZZ CD! (which is great New Age/jazz keyboards! On Amazon!)
I have been just terrible in avoiding using this internet tech. and I have to "Face the Music!" (and the world of free blogs!)
Great titles to these poems, can't wait to read the "GW" ones...
Later, michael guy (aka: miguy7)
Lincolnshire poem ; The Yellow Bellies of Lincolnshire by Jane Air (Poetry) - 9/2/2026 7:49:43 AM
A beautifully observed and surprisingly complex poem. “The Yellow Bellies of Lincolnshire” takes what might initially appear to be a simple celebration of the colour yellow and gradually transforms it into something much richer: a meditation on landscape, abundance, nature, memory, and the strange power of a single colour to dominate our perception of a place.
What I particularly admire is the way the poem moves between the intimate and the expansive. It begins with the delicate signs of spring and the familiar beauty of flowers, but the repeated presence of yellow steadily grows into something almost overwhelming. Yellow becomes more than a colour. It becomes an atmosphere, a landscape, and eventually almost a character in its own right. The progression from daffodils, primroses and dandelions to the vast fields of oilseed rape gives the poem an impressive sense of scale.
There is also a fascinating tension between beauty and excess. The countryside is initially presented with warmth and wonder, yet the poem gradually makes us aware of how completely this colour has taken over the landscape. Words associated with growth, spreading, consuming and encroaching give the yellow landscape an almost unstoppable energy. That ambiguity makes the poem much more interesting than a straightforward pastoral description. Nature here is beautiful, but it is also powerful, persistent and occasionally unsettling.
The imagery is one of the poem’s greatest strengths. The abundance of flowers, fields, hedges, trees, waterways and countryside creates a vivid visual experience, while the recurring yellow imagery ties these separate elements together. I also enjoyed the way the poem eventually brings the reader back from the enormous landscape to ordinary human life through food and everyday references. That ending gives the colour another dimension, connecting the natural landscape with agriculture, industry and the things that ultimately enter our daily lives.
Structurally, the repetition works particularly well. The recurring references to yellow create a kind of rhythmic accumulation, almost mimicking the way the colour itself spreads across Lincolnshire. Rather than simply telling us that the countryside is yellow, the poem makes us experience the gradual saturation of the landscape. It feels almost cinematic in places, as though the camera keeps pulling further back until an entire county becomes part of the image.
What makes the poem memorable for me is that it manages to hold two ideas together at once: the sheer beauty of the natural world and the uneasy realization that beauty can also become overwhelming. That gives the poem an understated depth. Beneath its playful celebration of yellow is a thoughtful observation about perception, abundance and our relationship with the landscapes around us.
There is something wonderfully distinctive about the poem’s voice too. It does not feel overly concerned with being conventionally “pretty.” Instead, it is curious, playful, visual and occasionally surreal. The result is a poem that invites the reader to look at an ordinary countryside scene differently. After reading it, yellow no longer feels like merely a colour; it feels like an entire experience.
For me, that is the mark of an effective poem: it changes the way you notice something that you thought you already understood. “The Yellow Bellies of Lincolnshire” does exactly that. It turns a landscape into a palette, a palette into an atmosphere, and an atmosphere into a memorable poetic world. A distinctive and imaginative piece with much more beneath its colourful surface than one might expect at first glance.
The Toads at Tedder Hall by Jane Air (Poetry) - 11/29/2020 11:27:05 AM
Who knows who, how, when, or where the outward ripples of your words will touch, alter, or change a mind or touch a soul? I suspect we will find out in the afterlife. Some will be surprised, some aghast, but I suspect your words will last and last. Clever writing and heartfelt. Mnay thanks.
The Toads at Tedder Hall by Jane Air (Poetry) - 11/28/2020 11:29:00 AM
Top quality contribution as ever Jane and geed to know you are still fighting the good fight on behalf of our green and pleasant land.
But don't let it get you down, I've been reading the World Economic Forum's agenda Disruption and Renewal In A Post Covide World (aka The Great Reset and it seems none of us will be allowed to own anything by 2050, so at least it will be tgeir own stuff these malicious idiots are destroying.
The Toads at Tedder Hall by Jane Air (Poetry) - 11/27/2020 1:50:52 PM
A problem everywhere. Politicians taking advantage of situations by granting privileges to those with enough money to make it happen. We have to be more environmental friendly or we will surely ruin our lives for ourselves.
Here in Houston, once a very swampy land, we dug the bayous out and then lined the ditches with concrete so that the water would flow faster the Gulf of Mexico. Now that the whole city is concrete with better sewer runoff, all of the water quickly runs to the bayous and creates massive flooding because none of them can handle a heavy rain like they used to.
Instead of having the federal flood insurance give homeowners money to rebuild, I'm in favor of buying their houses at the going rate and not allowing any building on the property closest to the bayous, returning them to their former purpose of alleviating floods and creating diverse ecosystem wildlife.
Ron
The Toads at Tedder Hall by Jane Air (Poetry) - 11/27/2020 7:32:55 AM
Reading this reminded me of a quote by Albert Einstein. "The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything." Enjoyed your piece Jane. Poetic voices standing against imbeciles and stupidity resonates. Thank you for sharing. r
Global Warming : Deal or No Deal (Poetry) - 9/12/2017 1:28:42 AM
First time have seen someone writing about nature in the form of poetry.
Nice rhyme scheme as well.
And you are extremely beautiful.
Cheers !
Rana M
Lincolnshire Wind Farms poem by Jane Air to be published by Forward Poetry (Poetry) - 2/14/2014 8:03:34 AM
I sense a bit of consternation with wind turbine technology. Yes, it is a bit alien to see, but unless we greatly reduce our consumption of electricity or come up with other ways of generating power cleanly, a far greater disaster than the imprint of wind farms on nature will occur.
Your visualization is spot on.
Ron
Letter to my bank - Jane Air (Poetry) - 7/30/2011 7:00:30 AM
Oh Jane, there are a lot of us here in the states that are in the same boat. I am on disability because of my heart and at the end of the month I am out of money. But there was a time I had lived on the streets and in the cold of winter with nothing to eat, save for whatever I could find. Banking institutions worldwide are nothing more than financial vampires sucking the financial life's blood from our monetary veins. Do they care if we have an account with them or not? No, they do not care, because they can always get customers. So I keep the minimum amount in my account, and go about my daily routine.
This poem reminded me that worldwide we are all in the same boat. Thank you for sharing.
May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and who love you, and be with you always and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your den sister, Barbie
Letter to my bank - Jane Air (Poetry) - 6/29/2011 9:41:26 AM
So very well done, Miss Air...I know quite well the substance of this rant against white collar thieves who never lose.
Letter to my bank - Jane Air (Poetry) - 6/29/2011 1:17:43 AM
Hear hear, Jane Air!
and we all know what banker rhymes with..
John
Letter to my bank - Jane Air (Poetry) - 6/28/2011 6:41:12 AM
A great rant against your financial institution & various other expenses...do they still have debtors prison where you live...;-) ed
Letter to my bank - Jane Air (Poetry) - 6/28/2011 6:41:08 AM
It's an interesting stand you take, and the humorous threads you've sewn into this poetic lament reveal, to this reader, that you're not yet ready to throw the towel in. Sounds like you believe in what you do, but fighting against, or trying to garner sympathy from system leviathans is, in most cases, a futile endeavor. Sounds like you need a miracle Miss Air.
A miracle of cash influx, or in your instance, Euro influx, or even of compassion. Good luck! I have pursued the arts since I was 5 years of age and, in certain seasons, made a magnificent amount of money doing so. Coming from a long line of artists and musicians, and me being the only author/poet in over twenty generations, I know beyond shadow that, in order to survive in the ebb and flow of living, artistic types must have another source of income other than just the art. r
The Seaside (Poetry) - 11/2/2010 11:20:22 AM
Photos and verses very effectively complement one another, Jane. Well done. Your offering takes the reader "there" for a thoroughly enjoyable experience. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and best wishes,
Regis
My Technology 2010 ( photo of my phone ) (Poetry) - 11/2/2010 11:17:44 AM
It is easy to be "left behind" because of the accelerating rate of technological advances. I find your poem real and I enjoy it. Thank you, Jane. Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
To Saltfleet Marsh (Poetry) - 9/6/2010 11:26:00 AM
Enjoyed this poem, you painted it with gentle, effective strokes. The last stanza is delightful - great images too
Well done ...
r
The Seaside (Poetry) - 8/20/2010 4:12:11 AM
Really cute!
Economy : Blackmailed by Banks (Poetry) - 1/14/2010 8:55:46 PM
Very wise and to think this all happened because the banks were strong armed by the government...
Be always safe,
Karen
Economy : Blackmailed by Banks (Poetry) - 1/14/2010 11:33:37 AM
These are apt and timely thoughts, Jane. Sad but very true. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
The Cold Heart of Winter - photo on BBC Look North (Poetry) - 1/14/2010 11:31:49 AM
I find your imagery very evocative and truly effective in "painting" your theme, Jane. Very nicely done! Love and best wishes to you,
Regis
Economy : Blackmailed by Banks (Poetry) - 1/14/2010 10:07:26 AM
What a sad commentary on the way things are. May we soon get out of this mess, and not be bullied by banks.
Mary
Global Warming : Deal or No Deal (Poetry) - 1/3/2010 6:57:25 AM
Great poem Jane, good and unusual rhyming and very much in line with my feelings on the topic.
Watch out for personal message from me.
Economy : The Toxic Swamps of the Economy (Poetry) - 11/18/2009 2:52:07 PM
Well, I am waiting for the ashes, because something good will come of all this mess...
Be always safe,
Karen
Donna Nook - baby seals (Poetry) - 11/16/2009 1:15:04 PM
Such beauty to observe nature and inhale the experience...
Be always safe,
Karen
Economy : An 'Alice in Wonderland' take on the economy... (Poetry) - 6/16/2009 3:13:31 PM
You can't trust anyone in this world. Lesson No 1. Remember that.
It is almost like we are living in a parallel world, as events become more absurd and surreal by the moment. Hold on to your hat, because it is going to get worse before it gets better.
You have intermixed the adroit background of Alice in Wonderland into a medley of political soundbites rather weel i reckon.
Peter
Global Warming : Deal or No Deal (Poetry) - 2/7/2009 10:14:39 AM
Interesting Headliner. I personally think that something like this should be on the front page of every paper everyday. Unfortunately its not and we so often forget about the world and get caught up in our own individual world. Which really doesn't exist as a sole universe because we are all connected in the wonderful web called Mother Earth. It is my hope that we can change. It will take more works and people with a heart like yours for us to get there, but I believe we can make and one day have Peace on Earth. With each other and nature herself.
Global Warming : Arctic Grab ( extract ) (Poetry) - 12/22/2008 12:43:04 PM
A "real" statement about what is going on. We are destroying this planet and ourselves in the process. I feel badly for my children (and grand children if I ever get any). Thank you, Jane. Love and best wishes,
Regis
To Saltfleet Marsh (Poetry) - 7/28/2008 1:40:14 PM
Lovely, colorful photograph and your words are so endearing that one could envision the scene very easily....
Be always safe,
Karen
To Saltfleet Marsh (Poetry) - 7/28/2008 12:34:52 PM
I lived on the coast Of New Jersey (US) & everytime, even if I were asleep with my parents driving home, I smelled that salt marsh and knew before I looked that I was home...a very nice poem as if brought back memories most clearly...Ed
Invasion of the Pumpkins (Poetry) - 7/23/2008 11:17:00 AM
Jane,
An excellent write, congratulations on the publishing! Well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Global Warming : The Climate Timebomb Ticks (Poetry) - 7/21/2008 3:12:27 PM
This is not only a great message but a pretty good poem and cleverly done with sound effects. When we "enviros" were talking of "Global Warming" at our monthly meetings back in 1990-91 everyone laughed or hated us...now, like you point out, we are reaching that dangerous point of "no-return" /"CO2 can no longer be mopped
By the lungs of the earth ( already chopped )" And you point out what so many have already forgotten that the worlds vegetation IS the lungs of our earth. Without it we WILL dry up for sure.
I hope more people read your poem...
best, michael guy
Global Warming : The Climate Timebomb Ticks (Poetry) - 7/21/2008 1:38:05 PM
Wise thoughts and words and yes, time it seems is running out and one day soon the ultimate price all mankind will pay....
Be always safe,
Karen
Global Warming : The Climate Timebomb Ticks (Poetry) - 7/21/2008 1:19:24 PM
There are six, going on seven billion people on earth. That's a high multiplier for anything humans do. Even with current technology, would we have such serious problems if the number was say, 2.5 billion?
Best regards,
Leland
Global Warming : The Climate Timebomb Ticks (Poetry) - 7/21/2008 6:50:57 AM
Our enemy isn’t the sun
But our very own egos - overrun
I fear you are right, and I very sadly wonder if we're not already past the point of no return.
Global Warming : The Climate Timebomb Ticks (Poetry) - 7/21/2008 6:43:23 AM
Jane,
On the last seconds now - God have mercy, for what we (man) has done! An excellent, compelling read.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Nature : The Riches of Nature (Poetry) - 7/20/2008 8:14:05 PM
Your photograph only serves to enhance your soothing words, very beautiful...
Be always safe,
Karen
Nature : The Riches of Nature (Poetry) - 7/20/2008 1:22:43 PM
Such beauty in these lines, Jane, I have been made richer for having read them - well done.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Plastic Bags (Poetry) - 5/18/2008 7:57:43 AM
Saw your poem and link on Comment is Free so I thought I would make contact here. Love the poem, had mixed feelings about the article on CiF. Plastic bags are an evil in themselves but the solution lies in people becoming more aware. How many plastic bags does it take to equal a dumped matress or fridge?
But as far as Government action goes, they are a diversion. "Oh look everyone," goes the script, "we've taxed plastic bags, we're really concerned about the environment." (aside: planning permission for ten new hypermarkets Mr Tesco, certainly, send us the money in small denomination notes in a plastic ban; new runways and terminals at Heathrow, Gatwick and Stanstead, certaibly Mt. BA, a few share options will do nicely."
You know what it is all about.
best,
Ian
The Wolds : The Gold Wolds (Poetry) - 5/13/2008 6:17:40 PM
Interesting perspective and would much rather see fields of sweet corn and peas....
Be always safe,
Karen
The Wolds : Nature Through The Psychodelic Lens (Poetry) - 5/3/2008 11:59:08 AM
Dropping a bit of acid makes Nature have all sorts of colors though to find the good stuff anymore is practically near impossible...e
The Wolds : Nature Through The Psychodelic Lens (Poetry) - 5/3/2008 10:07:50 AM
What a beautiful arrangement. Like a vase filled to brimming with the most exquisite colors and patterns.
Amazingly visual write!
Hugs
Selene
The Wolds : Nature Through The Psychodelic Lens (Poetry) - 5/3/2008 9:37:46 AM
Great title and imagery. I especially like these lines:
"Drowning the hills in a fine red wine"
and
"A secret stash of bluebells / As if forbidden, lie hidden /
Beyond the bracken"
Plastic Bags (Poetry) - 4/30/2008 3:01:44 PM
I hate to see the bags when fishing. I enjoyed reading this piece... Good write.
Plastic Bags (Poetry) - 4/27/2008 6:32:21 AM
The sad reality of human evolution....
nice work on this subject...
Art Sun...
Yob Poetry : Just Kids ( with photo of burnt trees ) (Poetry) - 3/3/2008 2:02:04 PM
Just kids you say and a few put bullets through my living room window in a home I once lived, vivid imagery comes alive in this....
Be always safe,
Karen
Yob Poetry : Just Kids ( with photo of burnt trees ) (Poetry) - 3/3/2008 12:13:20 PM
Jane,
Sad - do you know where your children are? is the thought that came to mind - well penned - stay safe.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
The Deletion of Jane Air + Pop Art of Jane Air (Poetry) - 10/15/2007 11:13:35 AM
This is an interesting write and many thoughts shared!
BE Careful, Cyber is EVERYWHERE and Ideas they do share!
WArmly, Warrior Lady Purple Sheeeoox
STay Positive! and Full of Wisdom and PEACE!
The Deletion of Jane Air + Pop Art of Jane Air (Poetry) - 5/21/2007 1:13:18 PM
this made me smile and chuckle...it is a perfect representation of a cyber entity, especially one that inhabits AOLhell...lol...all kidding aside, this is very creative...the flow is indicative of the web surfing experience. All in all this is both entertaining and well concieived.
