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Recently as a homeschool project, our family created a Famous Artists Jar. We pick a new famous artist each week, from our pool of Visual Artists, Musicians, Poets, and Writers.  The kids take turns and love discovering someone new, foreign, or familiar each week in greater depth.  We take to the local library each week to peruse, discover, and ingest further our learnings and our research. We check out many books which may help us to better understand the artist under intense scrutiny. :).  (haha). 😆 Inspired by my own children's curiosity, I took to writing some poems, inspired by some of the greats. Although short and heavily inspired by outside source material, I have attempted to express my thoughts and espouse my opinions with as much care as I have had time to give each piece of writing.  And so without further ado, here are some poems I wrote over the past few weeks. Time (inspired by Robert Frost) My time is fleeting here on earth This moment masked by this amount of m

PRAISE        P raise R ise A spire I lluminate S oar E nlighten ©   2012 Donna De Guglielmo We are called to be ambassadors of and for God. We live move and have our being in Him. What are you doing today or doing soon for Him? It does not matter the size of it. He loves us.  I even offer to brush my teeth up to Him. All I do. Share below in the comments, we all want to know and help one another through our prayer time. Another great poem to show love to the Lord is  here . Thank you, Blessings; God Loves You!! God is paradise. We are His to soar in His grace and mercy

Happy February! February is considered by many to be the month of love! And what better time than now to talk about poetry. Poetry has been a big part of my life. Nerds far and wide, unite! I have taken consolation in poetry over the years, and being an English major, I have had to read my fair share of poetry.  Although sometimes challenging, I love all things reading and writing poetry, and naturally, my favorites have risen to the top over time. ;-) E.E. Cummings (excerpt!  ;-) in Just- spring   when the world is mud- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee What is the value of poetry? I have a memory from when Molly was a toddler and I was pregnant with Frances. One Spring, an elderly lady - very distinguished (instant friends!)- came up beside me at the swings on the playground and started chatting. She asked me several questions about Molly and the baby-to-be as she pushed her grandchild on the swing...😉 Then, out of nowhere, she started quoting

God's Grandeur Gerard Manley Hopkins The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;  It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;  And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;  And wears man's smudge and shares man's smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod. And for all this, nature is never spent;  There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;  And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward, springs -  Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.

Jesus, through this frantic world, could you just hold me still? I don't want to be happy. I do not want comfort, for these things pass. O How I long to be still, still, still with you. I've had enough, and nothing else will satisfy. and there is nothing I won't do to be still with you. Let the world keep spinning, Let it spin until I'm sick, but Jesus, hold me still. continue reading

Fill me, O God. Let all that I do be to Your glory. Let all that I say be filled Your gentleness. Let my hands be used to reach out in kindness. {Read more here}

An Indictment The blood of brothers soaks the earth And we look away as if it’s nothing, normal, acceptable. The sounds of anguished screams echoes in our ears And we turn the volume up in our minds to read more click here  http://www.yearsofmilkandhoney.blogspot.com

Arise "The Knight to the Miscreant Over the Lady" by Peregrin Keep thy jests and keep thy lies Keep thy secret scorn. Canst thou see I thus despise All thy petty smiles and bows, Thy arrogant boasts, thy meaningless vows? Thou hast preyed upon her much too much Torn out her beating heart Fed her full of lies and such, And thou hast mangled her soul, Told her it was love so kind, Twas all her loss and all thy gain, Duped her mind, Made her blind, Crippled her with pain; Her soul dies, Those silent cries, But I shall tell her to arise. Read the rest  here.

Siegfried Sassoon, war casualty, poet, late convert.  This poem was reputedly written in memory of the Armistice. Everyone Sang Everyone suddenly burst out singing; And I was filled with such delight As prisoned birds must find in freedom, Winging wildly across the white Orchards and dark-green fields; on–on–and out of sight. Everyone’s voice was suddenly lifted; And beauty came like the setting sun: My heart was shaken with tears; and horror Drifted away … O, but Everyone Was a bird; and the song was wordless; the singing will never be done.