A Poem for Chuck Norris

There once was a man named Chuck
Who owned a pet that was a duck
Whenever it did quack
No echo would come back
Oh boy does this poem ever suck!

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*Words by Michael Warren

*Photograph by Nadine Larter

Soul Skin

Sometimes when you see people
Characters behind masks behind puppets
You stare deep into their souls
Upon the surface of their soul and beneath
You dip into their very spirit
And without them knowing
You know them

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Words by Douglas Simoes

Photograph by Meggin Murphy

a skeletal tree blooms

a skeletal tree blooms

against the midnight blue sky

like stars

curled strawberry ice-cream flowers for summer

waiting to melt

in their time-gradual diurnal ease (more…)

Up & Away

Happy Monday everyone!!

You may have noticed that The Poetry Project has been lying a little dormant lately. A few “day job”  hiccups as well as a mad brain scramble that lead to the merging of two households have kept me busy and scattered lately. While my head and actual physical efforts took a bit of a sabbatical to pack boxes and trek furniture across town, my heart has remained ever faithful and is as determined as ever to get together the material for the book so that publishing can start as soon as possible. This seems to be proving a little easier than I initially expected, but my high standards of excellence still ensure that I’ve got my work cut out for me as far as putting this all together goes.

Thank you so much to those of you who have continued to submit work despite my untimely absence. I do promise to respond to all of you as soon as possible.

For now, keep writing and taking pictures, never be afraid to push your boundries, and most of all watch  this space!

Yours in poetry,

Nadine

You Would Love Her

The aurora’s

love at first sight,

her hello

lights up the skies

all aglow.

(more…)

I need another Meggin

Greetings again poetry lovers!!

I was sad to learn yesterday that I have to say goodbye to one of my photographers. Shauna-Rae has signed with Silver Synergy National Galleries and can therefore not take pics for us anymore. BUT – of course we are thrilled for her and wish her mountains of luck and success And we’re happy that she will still be writing for us.

My problem comes in here a little though. I have TONS of beautiful poetry sitting locked away in files on my computer – but they require more “heavy lifting” photography than the stuff you see on the site. This is where my Meggin comes in. She is such a superstar!! I am CONSTANTLY emailing her with instructions of what I need and off she goes and does them with unadulterated enthusiasm. She tackles big and small projects alike with gusto and is completely open to do-overs and is not at all phased by my anal-retentive no-that’s-not quite-what-I-had-in-mind tendencies.

So I need more Meggins!! Yes the site is very sweet and the stuff that goes up on here is great. But the book needs to be extra special. For the most part, the work of the writers is done. It’s the photography work that needs much love and attention at this stage. And I need to find some people who are up to the challenge.

If you, or someone you know, might be interested in becoming a Meggin PLEASE mail me and let me know that I can use you.

Otherwise: Happy hump day!!!

Love Nadine

Look Away

I have been there.

It may seem like a pretty place from far,

But, up close, it is a cold and heartless world with no love.

Our people came from those fertile lands,

But progress evicted them and built temples of concrete in their place. (more…)

That You Exist

That you exist not for pain or for pleasure

but quiet contentment

where mind loses resentment

in anticipation of tomorrow and the fruits she may bring (more…)

sitting sun-spaced

sitting sun-spaced,

mesmerized as  a cloud-fairy,

in UV filtered depth,

playground slides, blurring

wings & whims evaporating

into an ocean of formless,

blue sky being

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*Words by Bruce Masters

*Photograph by Sharon Senior

a sweeter scent I have never smelt

a sweeter scent i have never smelt,

a better love i have never felt,

oh destiny, why do you hate on me?

a voice of reason i have not,

an act of treason is what i got,

oh destiny why is it you that hate on me?

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*Words by Gareth Wilson

*Photograph by Meggin Murphy