
It’s National Poetry Month and I have been writing a poem each day. This one, I decided to share.
It’s National Poetry Month and I have been writing a poem each day. This one, I decided to share.
I was reading this article on NPR It’s about the talk that black mothers have with their sons. It came to me while I was working on an announcement – or a fresh announcement about The Talk – which is the name for the anthology of poetry and essays by mothers of color & possibly fathers, too.
As a white woman, I have had talks with my now adult child, but nothing compared to what people of color have to have, MUST have with their children. None of us wants to have our children’s names or adult children’s names associated with a hashtag. What do you think the chances are for this to happen with a person of color vs a white person?
Even with The Talk, there’s still a chance that something could happen, but we are not, as parents, going to let our children into society without caution. The Talk and many other measures has to happen.
What is the talk as a white parent? What is the talk as a parent of color? Just think about that and let it sit for a few moments.
This picture depicts the happiness I want to see for people of color. And I want to hear about The Talk that is had. It keeps those of us who don’t have this experience, mindful. And it keeps us heart-full. How I wish that in this world, we did not have the adversity, the hatred, the assumptions… And I don’t want to hear about how that’s just the way it is. That is not good enough, nor acceptable to me and I hope it is not acceptable to others, but I know. I don’t have blinders on, but I also don’t have dark skin which causes people to scowl, distrust, look the other way, accuse me, to make my name a hashtag.
Are you a person of color? Would you feel comfortable sharing the talk you have had to have with your children? There’s a Call for Submissions for your story, your essays, your poetry… Would you consider sharing Your Talk with others?
Here is the link if your answer is “yes” or if you want more information:
The Talk Call for Submissions.
It is with great pleasure that we announce the release of Two Time-International Best-Selling Author Zaneta Varnado Johns latest book of poetry “After the Rainbow: Golden Poems.” A celebration was held on Sunday, February 27 at 4 p.m. EST
If you would like an autographed copy you can purchase on ZanExpressions
Also, for sale on many online stores. Barnes & Noble Amazon
Come to the Book Launch and Open Mic event on January 23 at 6 p.m. EST
Bring your poetry and share in this event. It’s going to be fun!
LaVan will be reading from his books to date and hopes to hear your fine works.
Available on Prolific Pulse .com
Prolific Pulse Press LLC is conducting a call for submissions. Details are as follows:
Prolific Pulse Press LLC needs 3 essays and 3 poems about what it is like to be a caregiver of a family member or close friend who has become ill.
We also needs 3 essays and 3 poems about what it is like to be given care by a family member or close friend.
All entries must be speaking from their own firsthand experiences.
Essays should be no longer than 5000 words. Poems should not be longer than 600 words.
Previously published essays and/or poems will be accepted for consideration with the exception of already being published in anthologies or other books.
The 12 winning essays and poems will receive an award of $20 each.
All entries must be in 12 point Times New Roman or Book Antiqua font.
Send entries as attachments to your email.
Deadline: March 31, 2022
A 50 word Bio will be needed with the entries, not after the fact.
What will happen to these?
These are to go into a book by Lisa Tomey and it will be published in August 2022
Releases will be requested for the essay and poem writers to enable publication.
No royalties will be paid, but your names and bios will be included in the book.
There will be an optional open mic for this book event for which any winning entries will be invited to attend and read.
Send entries to prolificpulse@gmail.com
Put Caregiver in the subject line
Questions? email prolificpulse@gmail.com
I am happy to report that You Are the Poem has been released as of TODAY!
What is You Are the Poem?
From the Author, Jill Sharon Kimmelman: Welcome to You Are the Poem, a three-themed collection of poetry, Timeless Love, An Eclectic Mix & Looking Back: inspiration & wisdom gained from my poetic journey.
A gift of my heart, poems of celebration, joy, hope, bonds of precious friendship & sisterhood, bridges built with our love language, a treasure for passionate foodies & photographers!
What are others saying?
Kind Words:
Jill Sharon Kimmelman is an outstanding poet & writer. I respect her writing skills so much.
Her poetry style has motivated me to give more than my best to my reading audience.
On the other hand, Jill & Tim are a blessing as members of our extended family over the seas in Africa, Nigeria.
The world & poetry communities are about to welcome a gift from the heart of this noble poet.
Richard O. Ogunmodede, Author of Dual Existence & Poet
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Poetries are powerful spoken words, often sound like enchantment, they have the power to bring people closer together.
I’m proud to be a noble poet. It is the bond that connected me to my dear mentor, Jill Sharon Kimmelman. Her wealth of experience has enriched my poetry. Age, color, distance is never a consideration in our unique relationship.
Elizabeth O. Ogunmodede, Nigerian teen author of two books & poet.
To you, the reader of You Are the Poem:
May you find inspiration, joy, love, laughter, & words that resonate with the soul. For Jill Sharon Kimmelman writes from a place in which even the deepest abyss can feel. Touching on subjects that enlighten, strengthen, & embrace the core being within… Her words always bring sincere smiles to the heart. I am honored to know her not only as a poet sister, but as my friend.
Lynn Long
Internationally Award-Winning Poet & Photographer, Founder of Poetic Musings Ezine
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To the author: Jill, in my humble opinion, you can sit beside Amanda Gorman & the other greats—same height & stature without a doubt! Your expressions are second to none.
The literary world is in for a treat with Jill Sharon Kimmelman’s You Are the Poem. Jill’s authentic voice had me at Hello! The first time I heard Jill recite one of her poems, I was moved to tears. Jill Sharon Kimmelman opens her soul & takes you on a three-dimensional journey.
Every delightful poem is a story that you willingly embrace. Whether happy or sad, every expression is uplifting in its own way. Your senses will rejoice when you experience the voice of Jill Sharon Kimmelman & see her beautiful pictures serve as perfect complements. In my humble opinion, You Are the Poem is a masterpiece.
Zaneta Varnado Johns
Zaneta Varnado Johns is a 2-time bestselling author & poet with her publications, Poetic Forecast & Voices of the 21st Century; Her poems appear in international anthologies & poetry publications.
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When Jill Sharon Kimmelman writes she wields her magic pen producing some of the finest poetry I have ever had the pleasure to read. She never fails to mollify all my senses capturing in me the lover, the protector of family, the great admirer of life with her extraordinary visuals & use of language. She has a grand view of life, & it shows in her works. She is nothing short of inspiring!
To Jill: Your language is symphonic! Your visuals are elegant! I absolutely LOVE everything about this!
Tammy Hendrix, a former poetry editor for Mind’s Eye magazine & is, along with her administrators, the force behind Dreamer’s Café on Facebook. She is currently working on her first book titled: Throne of the Dead King.
How do you get a copy?
US https://www.amazon.com/dp/1736562045
UK https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1736562045
DE https://www.amazon.de/dp/1736562045
FR https://www.amazon.fr/dp/1736562045
ES https://www.amazon.es/dp/1736562045
IT https://www.amazon.it/dp/1736562045
JP https://www.amazon.co.jp/dp/1736562045
CA https://www.amazon.ca/dp/1736562045
AU https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/1736562045
Jill Sharon Kimmelman’s Web Link
We will have a BOOK LAUNCH on November 13 at 2 p.m. ET (New York time)
Learn more about the book launch here:
It is with my great pleasure, on behalf of Prolific Pulse Press LLC, to announce the debut poetry book “You Are the Poem” with be available November 13. I interviewed Jill recently for my podcast & YouTube channel:
Would like to attend the virtual Book Launch for You Are the Poem? Register below to get your tickets. The event with be on Zoom.
I am pleased with what the Garden of Neuro offers for empowerment, connections, support and more.
Recently, I participated in the Garden of Neuro Anthology of Poetry and Art, called “A Safe and Brave Space.” It will be available soon. We worked as a team to bring this anthology to life. It’s been an amazing adventure. I even received a badge.
Are you feeling the need to connect with others in a Safe and Brave Space? Come check out the Garden of Neuro.
In response to the weekly word prompt from Girlie on the Edge’s blog
Where are we now
that it’s 20 years since 9/11
post one of the worst cards
dealt to America
affecting the world
but what happens
happens in our back yard
Nebulous the Night
Hazy in the dampness of the eve
She walks alone amidst the dusky path
Trees offer solace to her soul
Protectors of those who venture into night
An owl swoops to grasp the little paws
Those lost will be found before the frost
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That’s my six. How about you join us? Just go to this LINK and give it a go.
It’s Friday and school is back in session and it’s TTOT time! What a way to bring in September.
Let’s get started!
She Loves Her Trains
Tracey always loved trains, from the mechanics to the power, she swelled with delight.
Reaching into the toy box for her brother’s train set, when they were out and about, she was excited.
Although she was a girl and girls didn’t play with boy’s toys, Tracey defied this as she played.
In a world where women were to have their certain roles, it did not make sense to Tracey.
Nowadays, Tracey is glad she can openly share her love for train, specifically train sets.
She has never had her own train set, but loves to visit places with trains and loves to ride the train.
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There you have it! This is my Six Sentece Story told in an acrostic poem. You can do one too. Just go to THIS LINK and join us!
Happy Friday and TTOT time! Let’s get started.
it’s ttot time so here goes!
On Sunday, August 15, we brought together these amazing, prolific poets for the first Social Justice Inks – Poetry on Point session. There will be more, so stayed tuned for announcements.
Happy Friday and TTOT Day – Can you believe we are already at the end of July! That’s just peachy!
Let’s slice up a bowl of peachy thoughts!
I was so fortunate to interview the wonderful poet and gentleness ambassador Bingz Huang for the podcast. Here is the PODCAST LINK, which is the audio of this video.
I met Bingz via the Garden of Neuro and I read her book.
This book is one to read! It is about nurturing. It is about gentleness. It is about being gentle with yourself.
I am excited that tonight in the Garden of Neuro, Bingz will be presenting a workshop with one of her poems from the book. It is a workshop for women at the Garden of Neuro, a #Save and Brave Space for women.
Here is the link: Garden of Neuro Found Poetry Event
It’s time for the BIG TEN!! TTOT!
Shifting Sands
dusty breezes pull
my eyes into closed peeking
trying to figure
how to shield and see
when shifting sands
pull me into the sea
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This is my installation for this week’s Six Sentence Story– Click on <<< — that link to check out the links.
In response to the Six Sentence Story Weekly Challenge
Centered
Careful to stay on point, I choose the place to position my focus
Everything around me has faded as I center my thoughts on the focal point
Not to be sidetracked, I fight the urge to look about and mind wander
Telling myself this is for a purpose I try my best to stay on point
Eventually, I loosen up, letting go of intrusive thoughts as I gain clarity
Releasing my anxieties, focusing on the point, breathing naturally, I am centered
Welcome to another great week to be thankful! Let’s get this started!
Happy Friday and TTOT Day! Let’s hop to it!
Things I am thankful for this week:
Charlie bowled us over with his jokes.
Simone bowled so many strikes, she was declared the champion.
I was in the company of both people when Maureen brought a big bowl of popcorn.
We gathered some smaller bowls and helped ourselves to the delicious, buttery treat.
Harold could be spotted a mile away with his bowler hat, toting the sodas.
We all tried on his hat and had a fun, lighthearted time, full of snacks, fun, and togetherness.
There you have it! My Six Sentence Story for this week. Hope it didn’t bowl you over, too much!
Come and check out what others have to say HERE
it’s TTOT time!
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Sweet Daddy
Daddy, I miss you and who you were
and how together we’d family surf.
You taught me to love the taste of candy
and to get chocolate stars was dandy.
A quarter at the candy store
would take me hours to spend for sure.
When days were long, and thoughts were few
that bag of candy would get me through.
Ice cream was our best shared treat
and you would buy it for the kids on our street.
They’d gather ‘round for ice cream cones
and with you as their surrogate, they felt at home.
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There you have it! That is my Six Sentence Story to the prompt word “quarter.”
You can join in at Girlie on the Edge HERE
Happy Friday and TTOT day! Let’ do this!
2. Dancing without judgment
3. Togetherness with family and friends.
4. Humor
5. Music
6. Hope
7. Help.
8. Happiness
9. Acceptance
10. You – What are your thankfuls?
I had the pleasure of interviewing these two lovely women for my podcast and YouTube and, as you can see, above is the YouTube and below is the podcast link.
Prolific Pulse Poetry Podcast – Mirrored Images
If you are interested in purchasing this lovely book you can go to this link Mirrored Images.
Anticipation
Dusting, sweeping, window washing—the family readied their home for the presence of grandmother.
Oh, thought Priscilla, it’s going to be fun, I can hardly wait until she gets here. Giggling beside herself,
Priscilla picked out her finest dress and slipped on her sparkly slippers, and she even decorated Fluffy.
“You sure are excited,” Priscilla’s mother exclaimed.
Priscilla gave an impish grin; “I can’t wait to see the presents.”
This was when Priscilla had her first lesson about homonyms.
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This is my response to the weekly prompt from Girlie on the Edge.
Perhaps you would like to write something.
Good Morning and happy Friday and happy June!! Let’s get started.
6. It is First Friday and it is usually when the artists and musicians and foodies celebrate in and outdoors in Raleigh and many of the venues for art are free to enjoy. We have gone several times and particularly enjoy the variety of art and seeing artists in their studios. If the weather is decent, you will likely see dancing in the streets by performing groups, perhaps a drum formation and whatever is ever whatever on the agenda.
7. I have been doing some videos with David Martin, Founder and Chief Editor of Fine Lines. These are fun to do and I always learn something new. Summer Camp is coming up, too. Here’s the last video we did about journaling:
8. Summer Camp is coming soon! I hope to see you there.
9. I saved the best for last: Daughter appears to be moving a little bit better. Baby steps, but I think that PT is helping. It’s a slow process, but eventually she will be back to her old, feisty self.
10. YOU! What’s up with your life? I saw some geese and their babies walking alongside the road the other day and they were adorable. How can we not smile at nature’s new offspring! Please do share your thankfuls.
Butterfly Love
Fluttering about fairy gardens,
vivid colors and purposeful lives,
butterflies know their calling.
Eat until they are filled and full,
build a protective crysalis,
until they emerge as butterflies.
An artist and storyteller
by the name of Eric Carle
brought a hungry caterpillar
into the homes of many families.
School teachers brought the story
into classrooms and inspired children.
That’s what happens when a seed is planted
in a book, in art, in voice—
It lasts forever in the artfulness, in the
Imaginations of humankind.
Butterflies live on when the world
keeps feeding them
with fairy gardens, simple garden paths,
massive wildflower fields,
all this by caring for the lands.
Help butterflies live
whatever length of time they can
as they are called to be,
as we are called to support.
Learn more about butterflies from this link to the Smithsonian.
Learn more about Eric Carle from this link to the dedicated website.
This posting is in response to the Sunday Prompt of the Poetry Circle from the Garden of Neuro.
Power
Powerful waves rush to the shore as I
lounge in the chaise with toes in gritty sand.
Sandy shores, crunch under weathered old soles.
Souls lost on the shores across other lands
find their place to reside and live within.
Whether or not the vessels believe this
hearts beat and lives live on because of those
who gave their lives for their own true reasons.
We are powerless to know human minds.
We are powerful to make up our own.
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There you have it! This is my response to the prompt: POWERFUL for this weeks Six Sentence Story
Would you like to write a story or poem in response to this prompt?
Go to Girlie on the Edge and give it a try.
TGIF and time to reflect on those who aren’t here to say TGIF… As we embark on Memorial Day Weekend it’s time to think about being thankful for those who gave their all. There is always a debate about remembering those who give all now but are living and those who lost their lives because of giving all for their country. I am going to focus on being mindful of this as I do this post, so let’s just see how it goes.
I had the most delightful time interviewing David Martin. And ICYMI there is a Virtual Summer Camp for Creative Writers coming up in June. You might want to check it out. Information on FinesLines.org
Good Morning! Happy TTOT! Let’s hop to it!
2. Tax season is over.
3. Kay Doiron, my cover artist and great niece finished the book cover art for my next personal book of poetry. This was just in time for the upcoming birth of her baby, to be determined by God’s own plan. I am so thankful when Kay does the art work. She always “gets” what I am looking for.
4. We had a nice turnout for the Book Launch party. I did not record it, but we had a great time.
That’s the book:
5. It’s been a different kind of week in that I am doing more art than usual. That is always a positive.
6. Daughter is going to PT and comes home sore, so it must be doing some good.
7. Did you know that when you ask for a blessing, you open a window and it may take a whole door to take in all the goodness. Yeah…I have to remember that. And I am grateful to have to open my door.
8. I had a first meeting with an awesome coach and now I have an idea to develop. It’s like it’s always been there and I have done some things about it, but I am gaining clarity. I started by writing something and submitting it and it was accepted. I have another writing project to work on along the same lines. #7 is the result of seek and you will find.
9. The pool is supposed to open next week and the temps are going up, so maybe, just maybe MarPril is moving on and allowing PrilAyUne to come along.
10. Welcome to the path where you can lead the way. You are never alone when you share with others. What are you thankful for? The kitty wants to know.
Come read other thankfuls and link you own here:
Jamie walked alone
on the Manhattan sidewalk
she made her morning trip
to the subway
last night, under the moon
where shadows allowed
lovers to steal kisses
in the distance
guitar music played
the musician was expecting
a bountiful night
strumming under a dogwood
with “TIPS WELCOME”
written on a slate
what a sweet adventure last night
while working the acrylics
with a palette knife
Jamie noticed him
he watched as she
scraped paint on canvas
his voice, meek as a lamb
he offered to buy her coffee
she told him “no, thank you”
he left on his bicycle
returned with tulips
she shared her spinach, avocado wrap
while observing dancing cardinals
they chuckled, observing a drunken bee
attempt to check the flowers
in the excitement
he asked her for a date
Come Join Us at the Garden of Neuro where we have Word Cloud Wednesdays in the Poetry Circle
Hey April! May is here ALREADY! Phew…April just flew by! It’s Already May 7th and time for TTOT!
8. Help with pain. The treatments I had over a year ago have passed their limit and I started a new round and I am grateful that the first treatment has provided such relief.
9. Fun! I wrote this story and thought I would share. It’s fun to try a little humor out.
10. YOU! What are your thankfuls for the week? You can go to the link and let us know or put it in the comments. Blue wants to know!!
Having a Vision and Seeing Possibilities — Supporting a Creative Life
I recently wrote the above story on Medium. It is a Friend’s Link so no worries about hitting a pay wall.
Goodbye April
goodbye April days
which melt to April nights
when my muse would
tickle my toes
at 4 a.m.
psst, I have a poem
the flood would hit
wake up or not
it was a tidal wave
some days I’d ride
some days I’d sleep
most days my muse
would smile
this last day
she let me sleep
thank you, Chloe
goodbye April days
May comes with
new poems
I am sure
Prompt Source: Write Better Poetry
TGIF and TTOT all on one day! Let’s hop to it!
Today the prompt is to tell a story about something. So here is my story. I give credit to this prompt from the PAD challenge and here is the LINK to check it out.
On Saturday, April 10 we met for a virtual poetry reading by the Contributing Authors to the Heart Beats Anthology of Poetry. Each poet read poetry from their contributions and many read additional works. We has a morning and evening sessions with two separate groups of poets. Sit back and enjoy these beautiful words.
Morning Session:
Evening Session:
Shandy set up her room at her Aunt Cherri’s house, placing her framed pictures of her late husband and her son on her dresser. Grazing the edges of the scrolled, antique textured frame surrounding her husband, Shandy sighed and began talking.
“Honey, it’s a new start for me, being here at Cherri’s, and I always thought we would be moving here together, but later in life, yet here I am, at a new house, a new life, but just so you know, it’s not the same without you,” and with that a tear rolled down her cheek, followed by a few more droplets before she stepped away.
Shandy stepped outside and leashed up Candy for a walk, and off they went, the fresh air pleasant to her and to Candy, they both sped out in a trot, before long, Shandy’s head cleared, and her eyes saw new possibilities as the neighborhood was near a small shopping center and that was where she found a diner, a homey looking place, with a “Help Wanted” sign on the window.
Stepping out after getting cleaned up, Shandy walked to the diner, “I see you are needing help, well I have lots of experience, may I please get an application?”
“Have you worked a full-house, lunch crowd, we could use you right now,” and with that, Shandy felt a confirmation that she had found home.
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This is my response to the Six Sentence Story challenge word “Home” provided by Denise of Girlie on the Edge. Would you like to submit a story? You can go HERE
You can also listen to this interview on the Prolific Pulse Poetry Podcast
We Grow Together
You leaned over me, to shade me from harm You poised your strengthened arms for true support Hoisted, crawled up to your bough, strong with arms You welcomed me into your nature fort Your girth reminds me of my own true strength When life of wanders strengthened my own thighs Your size reminds me of my life’s own length How when we grow together we reach skies Dare we plan a life, as my journal fills To plan a destiny, filled with hope sought Your own ancestors pulp gave me the will To document a life well-worn from thought Together we are ready for our cause You present to me ready without pause Lisa Tomey May 9, 2022 This poem is in response to the weekly Living Poetry Prompt
Remote Control
Sarenda landed a remote spot on the edge of awareness, but close to comfort
She found a picnic table to start each day with coffee and cereal before logging in
Scenery was often inspiring to her thoughts and she cranked out many warm words
Some were rather hot, even spicy, but not too untame for modern species
Cats got your tongue, ran through her mind in remembrance of teaseful times
She found her claim on this space to be just the right amount of remote control
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That’s my Six Sentence Story for this week. What’s yours? Go to Girlie on the Edge and add it!
Happy Friday and TTOT day! Where did the week go? I better hurry before it’s the 13th!
Randy sat at the typewriter, pecking away, setting his sights on the clock, ticking to 4 a.m. on the due date of his term paper. He knew he should have started sooner, but he was a working student who needed the money to keep up with school costs.
The student rubbed his eyes, stood up and stretched, and grabbed one more coffee before gathering his papers and heading to the student union. Wouldn’t you know it, he thought, the copiers are all in use. Finally, he saw an opening and took his station and copied his paper. Another term paper down, Randy left to drop it off to his professor, the drop off box was filling up fast, Randy knocked on the professor’s door to let him know, only to be told by the secretary that the professor would be gone for a week long break, returning to collect the term papers to grade when he returned.
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So, there you have it! My Six Sentence Story. Poor Randy was tired and I hope he was able to catch a few zzz’s before he went to work. Needless to say, the professor caught some of his own zzz’s. Would you like to share your Six Sentence Story? Go to Girlie on the Edge and submit yours.
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