NATIONAL GREAT POETRY READING DAY

"At the tail end of National Poetry Month, April 28th marks the observance of National Great Poetry Reading Day."https://www.nationaldaycalendar.com/national-day/national-great-poetry-reading-day-april-28?utm_source=Iterable&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=13258306&hashed_email=6c23328441e0f46865e8039a24ce7ccf8880f2d7&email=yeremiah%40aol.com

Easter

Fannie Isabelle Sherrick    

Let all the flowers wake to life;  

Let all the songsters sing;

Let everything that lives on earth  Become a joyous thing.    

Wake up, thou pansy, purple-eyed,  And greet the dewy spring;

Swell out, ye buds, and o’er the earth  Thy sweetest fragrance fling.    

Why dost thou sleep, sweet violet?  The earth has need of thee;

Wake up and catch the melody  That sounds from sea to sea.    

Ye stars, that dwell in noonday skies,  Shine on, though all unseen;

The great White Throne lies just beyond,  

The stars are all between.    

Ring out, ye bells, sweet Easter bells,  And ring the glory in;

Ring out the sorrow, born of earth—  Ring out the stains of sin.    

O banners wide, that sweep the sky,  Unfurl ye to the sun;

And gently wave about the graves  Of those whose lives are done.    

Let peace be in the hearts that mourn—  

Let “Rest” be in the grave;

The Hand that swept these lives away  Hath power alone to save.

Ring out, ye bells, sweet Easter bells,  And ring the glory in;

Ring out the sorrow, born of earth—  Ring out the stains of sin.

Downtown Oakland Poem

Barbara Jane Reyes

We wait for the light here, at 14th and Broadway,

Here, we hand passers-by silk ribboned poems,

We staple them to our neighborhood bulletin board,

We paste them to lampposts. And here, we fold poems

Into parking lots, under each windshield wiper blade,

We tape them up in the Ruby Room bathroom stalls.

Here, we hand letter haiku on Dubs colored confetti,

Weave them with daisies into vacant lot chain fences,

Slip them into glossy envelopes, and drop them

Into the mail slots of whole blocks downtown.

Here, 8th and Webster bullhorns and firecracker fists

Here, spray paint odes for boarded up storefronts,

And here, baybayin in balisong carved verses

For oaks lakeshore. Here, we set paper boat songs

Alongside egrets and geese, to float slow to the bay,

Westward paper airplane and origami crane poems,

Here, boombox blasting Digital Underground,

Here, our hella Baller ballgame singalong

NATIONAL POEM IN YOUR POCKET DAY

"During National Poetry Month in April, National Poem in Your Pocket Day shares the way poetry brings joy by simply carrying one in your pocket."https://www.nationaldaycalendar.com/national-day/national-poem-in-your-pocket-day-last-thursday-in-april?utm_source=Iterable&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=13218820&hashed_email=6c23328441e0f46865e8039a24ce7ccf8880f2d7&email=yeremiah%40aol.com

Butterfly

Butterfly in my dreams, 

Nothing is as it seems; 

Whispered winds and silver gleams,

Lost in labyrinthine streams. 

Shadows dance, and time redeems, Forgotten, half-remembered schemes. 

A world where fantasy teems, 

And waking life, like fading themes.

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