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Greg McVerry

seen a few https://indieweb.org/silo-quits as people look to to take better ownership & control of writing. We can still share our work. I syndicate poems to https://indieweb.xyz/en/poetry and we use a web ring and RSS planet

Greg McVerry

Truth Wrapped In Blankets of Kindness: A #poetryport gift for everyone who pours energy into #femedtech

Seek voices
of those who
sow Quilts
of truth
as our metaphors
of meaning,
reasons for beings,

Flax age rises

truth spun on
spindles of fallen
swords


Looms of labor lost


as knots of cottage
industry take
root in villages
of our
minds.

Knowledge is not
capital. To be brokered
or sold.
Knowledge is a kindness
blanket warming
us all.

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Greg McVerry

Hey I threw together a quick tutorial on making a calendar to track writing you publish each day: https://poetryportcalendar.glitch.me/ You can make a quick RSS feed and I will add your poems to our Planet

Greg McVerry

So many niche communities of teachers connect blogging. has web ring, rss planet, provides private space to draft. Find a passion. Get a blog. Curate a community. In fact is giving out free poems all month as part of

Greg McVerry

Feces withe A Face: A Virtual Poem for #clmooc #poetryport

Shit.
A promised made
to keep the poems
more physical
to find Pinksy's history in
everything.
Meaning in the mundane
now tasked to describe virtually
I wonder
where is the
the line?
Asked since 1959
Do we taste and feel
in our online spaces?
The faces
Real?

Then I remember poop is virtual too!
What does it mean for poetry
When our feces has faces?

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How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun

How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun
How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun
How I Wrote the Play at the Ridgline #Poetryport by painting a picture with words, a paper journal in hand, dog at my side, and falling sun

I realized that in much of my work I was always somewhere but never here. I had forgotten the embodied experience. 

Telling stories in simple observations is the only way to dig at deeper truths.

So I grabbed a journal and the dog and headed off into the woods. After walking awhlle I sat. Then I wrote. I tried to focus on all my senses. Capture a verse for each. This is a the first and only tool needed in a poet's toolkit.

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Playing on the Ridgeline #poetryport #smallpoems

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Ridgeline
Rocks scattered
  speckled grey
among our brown blanket
of forest aching for snow
plopped on a rock,
logs a defrosted mess
the dog plays, such joy
in limitless discovery
chasing sents and rodents
leaves rustle with relentless
energy
No turkey or deer today
Just wispy clouds painting
the sun's whiskers
that rap upon
Dead giants  who creak their
 funeral dirge
Brisk air, a break  from
Winter's sojourn
Wind howls from the valley
 below, stirring memories; carrying
them away
Rushing a reality
past my face
  As I sit
   in bliss
Not too long the moon
will rise to my back
Our sun will wrap
itself on the
other side of the hill
I will get cold
the journal will close
   not yet
I'm not done

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Poetry As Play #Poetyport #clmooc #smallpoems

Given today's poetry prompt of play I had to try something I have never done before: Remix a voice poem in GarageBand

screen shot of garage band with 9 voice tracks

In the shower I came up with the phrase "majestic, frenetic, poetic play", and I thought about how awesome it was for Wendy to play with spoken word in a poetic gift to someone. I wanted to try something new.

So I grabbed a couple phrases from twitter this morning. "Take a Step Back" and "Tinkering As Agentive Feedback" and added "Find Your Answers in Your Poetry and Your Poetry in Your Play"

I then recorded each track...learned you need to silence the other tracks, and then re-recorded all the tracks.

Next I learned you can right click and select "split at masthead" I then moved clips around, played with volume...and of course reverb...cuz you know...rock and roll

 

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A peek behind the poetry: The Making of Color of Boogie #clmooc #poetryport #literacies #elachat #nctevillage

3 min read

How I composed Color of Boogie

Most of my free verse poetry I write off the cuff. I might have scribbled a verse on some random scrap of paper but most thoughts bleed through the vapor. Yet when ever I rhyme, my capers of verse require strategy and planning.

Takes effort to write bad poetry, and even more to make bad poetry rhyme with no evident scheme.

So like the majority of my writing I preplan. Paper is a poet's best friend.

At many concerts we attended over the years we often joke (sometimes serious) about seeing color come from the speakers....Explains much of the ringing and selective hearing....

So as I rushed the kids out the door this morning, an idea around color, the theme for the CLMOOC Poetry port on 2020-02-07 hit me hard,  I knew I had to bring it back to circus. So I dashed an idea

a post it note with ideas for a poem jotted downThen as I commuted for an hour I kept coming back to the idea of the colors in a nebula. That is music to me. Both the graveyard and nursery of stars, and the colors, God's water paintings.....Plus I do wonder if I wanted a subconcious h/t to Dark Star....I mean lyrics don't get much better

Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashes
Reason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axis
Searchlight casting for faults in the clouds of delusion
Shall we go, you and I while we can
Through the transitive nightfall of diamonds?

Truth doesn't get much clearer.

So I decided to try to meld in three things: color, music, and nebula. Thus I made a three column chart to capture words that danced in my head.

three column chart with color, music and nebula at the top

I did some research on color theory, basic music vocabulary, and nebula. Once I discovered that Newton came up with the first color wheel, and I already wanted to try to describe the color of sound as Nebula I had a direction for the poem. Might not gravitate with the masses but it carries weight in my inkwell.

It took a bit of rhyming dictionary work specifically, based on web history for, mission and wavelength...I need to invest in a paperback rhyming dictionary, pocket size.

In the thesaurus I just searched for color...where chromatism came from.

Then I fired up my blog and drafted the poem. After it was finished I recorded the poem. Unfortunately I am helping my brother-in law out and dogsitting and forgot my good mic.

As I wrote this backstage post I realized I forgot the most important line on the back of my sticky, the phrase that started it all "Spin with Us/On this nebulus." It isn't needed anymore.

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Color of Boogie #clmooc #poetryport #smallpoems

Searching for the color of sound
in our polyphonic playground
hints of hue in
pillars of creation
blue of the bass line and
red giants keep time
treble strokes yellow skies

filling in crescendos
of our shattered prism
schisms in rhythm
throw spectral lines

missions of movement
chromatism of souls in
synchrotronic emissions
spin and spin
in Newton's wheel
muted tones
shaking through our
bones
Harmonious hues
diffuse  lights of sound
wavelengths of wisdom
borrowed for melodies once
sweet
returning
from whence they begun
Now we are one
 Boogie on

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