May
30
Poetweet: Losing my patience
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Losing My Patience
I am rapidly losing patience in too many endeavors at once for my liking.
why do little girls have coach bags? im losing my patience with this neighborhood
China’s getting fed up of North Korea. Quickly losing patience.
Did we just not have this same conversation about meeting your deadlines for me?? Didn’t we? Losing my patience. SHIT! Time is $$!
i’m losing my patience. i mean, i just came here to bounce!
is losing his patience with the dog next door
i’m losing patience with my hair
Filming a french film all day in Glasgow. Got home to find the letter of vital importance still hasn’t arrived yet! I’m losing all patience.
That’s me in the corner of Starbucks, losing my patience with shrill, overcaffeinated teenagers.
I’m losing my patience tonight. Guess I can’t be Mr. Right all the time
Losing patience with people who advertise webinars but don’t use the medium appropriately/well!
Just an inch away from losing my patience. PARTAYYY TONIGHT, with my injured leg 
Ya’ll keep sayin give the old people a pass; I’m losing patience! Its ’bout to get real raw if they don’t knock it off
Seem to be having a day of losing things, the top to my moisturiser, my phone (temporarily), my voice, the plot, my patience……
-Editor, Twitter search phrase “losing my patience”
May
30
Each month we will be awarding $100 to a poegler for the best crafted poegle, as chosen by the Editors of Poegles.com. We will accept poegles of any length and in any form, provided that they are in English. In order to be entered to win, poeglers must register for the Poegles.com newsletter, and provide us with copy by noon EST on the date of the contest deadline. Poeglers must also supply the search phrase they used to generate the poegle, as well as a mailing address to which the cash award can be sent. Participants grant to Poegles.com rights to publish their poegles, per our terms.
Send us your poegles! The May 2009 Poegles Challenge is open until noon EST on May 31st, 2009. Please email your poegles to editor@poegles.com.
The best poegles will be placed on the website and shared in our newsletter. Please include your name and the search phrase that you used to generate your poegle.
April winner: Polly in the Blue Ridge for Synchronicity
March winner: Judith in the North for Don’t Flash That Light Anymore, Honey
February winner: Jamie in Brooklyn for At the Edge of the Park.
January winner: Julie in DC for You Are Entering.
May
30
A poegle like no other
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A Moment Like No Other
Sitting at ringside for the next big boxing event just won’t be the same.
This is truly our lucky day for we are here to live it. This is a moment that is like no other. We traveled by bus from Brooklyn, New York; “in terms of its historic magnitude,” we waited a lifetime for a moment like this.
This was very obviously no Colgate moment. More a Kodak moment for their would be no repeat, in other words. We owe all of them for this moment. … that are part of their lives and no big deal, For young blacks and other, to those rare politicians like Lyndon B, you could hear, where these and others were going
His diploma in one hand, his classmates embedded in his heart, the beauty and inspiration of a reunion like no other: It was a moment in time … As the hour drew near for Barack Obama to be sworn in as this nation’s 44th president, it’s impossible not to suffer from a bit of whiplash trying to capture the meaning of this moment that would be like no other.
Donna in Napoleon, Ohio (search phrase: “A Moment Like No Other”)
May
30
Poegling in Virginia
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Ramblings of a Geek Hacking for Christ
Condomania lives.
Couples pack their separate cars.
Mobile Manor is the next trailer park casualty.
Sonny James, I wish it hadn’t happened.
Remember the man caught in a vacuum
sex act that got him 90 days in prison?
Maybe he came back under a different name.
Blessed are those who go in circles.
I’m tired of my room smelling like Bengay.
I’m tired of watching nipples that aren’t mine.
I am the great broken pecker.
I used to believe
in an omnipresent Trotsky force,
and laugh at internet dating, flyfishing,
Woody Allen’s failed romantic comedies.
I used to hum along to
Sinatra covers in our elevators,
and watch sportspub brawls.
Last week the Knicks proved
there is no such thing as a rebuilding year.
Maybe I’ll turn Bedouin,
travel to the outskirts of the Haraldskær marsh,
watch the sky for comet Lulin,
and the mystery of a shrinking violet zodiac.
-Chad in Virginia Beach (search phrase “i wish i hadn’t”)
May
30
Kitty Cat Poegle
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The Last Time the Cat Meowed
The last time the cat meowed, he meowed so much that my husband passed away! My companion, my 16 year old cat, meowed at dawn for MONTHS afterwards. In the last few months though, he has begun howling like a banshee instead. He hasn’t done it all the time, as it started last year after he had to go to the vet for some issues. Since then, he has meowed a little for no reason. Now, since the weather is nice, he jumps from our fence and creeps into the woods. “Maybe you shouldn’t come around here anymore!” he meows sternly to the other cats that come around. He repeats his meow, each time putting extra feeling into it. “The funniest thing happened last night.” My neighbor told me yesterday. “I found out there is no way to stop a cat from meowing.”
-Abby in Florida (search phrase “the last time the cat meowed”)
May
30
Poegles that sting
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Jellyfish Clouds
Rare cirrostratus galactic molecular clouds known
as Altocumulus Castellanus with trailing Virga
have caused a sensation after being spotted
for the first time in a decade.
The sea and the sky are now complete.
I’m seeing the bottom part of a low cloud
interacting with a very different air layer just
below it. The sky has been ugly all day, plagued
with abnormal shaped jellyfish clouds floating around.
This place has been here for years, I remember
some time ago…
[photographed on Wednesday evening 20 May 2009]
Apparently these are not unique.
Stunned weather-watchers flash, nude.
We are in the middle of the strait separating
the islands of Flores and Knox County, Ohio.
It finally moved towards the bank of clouds
above Onezskoe Lake, burned a red hole
in the shining jellyfish west of Petrosavodsk.
There is land above the wing now.
And though we chased the sun at 516 mph,
It got to the horizon first.
-Michael J. Alfaro is publisher and editor of Silenced Press. (search phrase “jellyfish clouds”)
May
30
Sugar coated poegle
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Hello? I’m Talking To You
I still don’t have a bloody clue
How us lefties know and use
The seven dirty words-
Better than the wing nuts-
For his lovely eulogy.
So much of it seemed so right,
Felt so comfortable.
A good day for writing;
There is no electricity.
I don’t know what she
Could ever do to top
That one; she’d
Probably have to behead
A row of puppies with a
Single swipe of her
Extra-long pinky nail.
Wound up with a charming
Leftist- Be honest, Be
Pragmatic, But show
Courage and Confidence!
(A little warm-
Can you cool down?)
Adored and refined- danger
of putting too positive
A spin on politics.
Allow me to honestly tell you
That facts are facts;
Don’t sugarcoat it, because
You’ll eat that too.
Make it seem undesirable,
Or like a punishment-
Give it to me fresh.
Poor antifascist doesn’t know
what a fascist is!
How did you really feel?
He hit the ceiling hard,
And I don’t think he wants
Any of that ever again-
Another weird author
At breaking point.
Enough; don’t try.
This is called making
Your point loud
And clear.
-Janet in Richmond (search phrase “don’t sugar coat it”)
May
30
NPR: Already Poor, Poets Don’t Much Mind The Recession
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“But one corner of the publishing world has its own strange economy. Poets and those who publish them are used to earning next to nothing for their work. They call the cycle of rejections, teaching and issuing small books the “pobiz,” short for “poetry business.” And maybe the pobiz isn’t so bad, if you look at it a certain way.”
May
19
Curiosities
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Ruth Padel becomes Oxford’s professor of poetry
Woman who sued Derek Walcott at Boston University weighs in on scandal
Fame, wealth, beauty all psychological dead ends, study finds
May
17
Flarf vs. Conceptual Writing
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WNYC recording of the recent Whitney event. Listen here. For the show the Whitney “staged a faux battle between the two movements, featuring poets Christian Bök, Nada Gordon, Kenneth Goldsmith, Sharon Mesmer, K. Silem Mohammad, Kim Rosenfield, Gary Sullivan and Darren Wershler.”
May
17
Grandma’s Frog Legs
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Yesterday in our newsletter we sent out a little excercise:
A creative writing exercise: Your grandmother’s kitchen
1. Draw a picture of your grandmother’s kitchen.
2. In the picture, you must portray something green and something dead.
3. Write a poem or story about the drawing.
4. Halfway through, a female relative must enter the poem/story
We got this charming response from Donna in Ohio:
Grandma Dear
Grandma dear, see here, see here
what is in your kitchen near?
Green frog legs, from froggies dead
legs cut off, dripping red.
Grandma what have you done?
sent those froggies on the run,
jumping high, jumping low
jumping towards the river below.
Little sister what will you do?
your froggy has sung the froggy blues,
quickly sneak it out the door
send granny to the grocery store.
Let her buy green eggs and ham -
what about a rack of lamb?
Just leave those froggies all alone,
sitting on their toadstool throne.
-Donna in Ohio
May
16
Curiosities
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With White House Poetry Jam, a new era
“We’re here to celebrate the power of words,” President Obama said. Words “help us appreciate beauty and also understand pain. They inspire us to action.” He introduced the first lady as his poet.
Preorders up for Ryan Adams’ new book of poems (we’re not fans of his poetry, but love his music)
Kepler probe begins search for Earth-like worlds