World Poetry Celebrates the Lincoln Poetry Club!

Ariadne’s Notes:  World Poetry Celebrates our partner the Lincoln Poetry Club with the first two award winning  poets .  World Poetry was honoured to welcome them and feature their first two poets whose poems were read on the World Poetry Café Radio Show.

A message from the coordinator  Alan Lowe :

“The Poets Club of Lincoln holds an Open Mic the second Sunday of each month, January through November. The program begins with a 30-40 minute presentation by a guest poet followed by an intermission with refreshments. After the break, all poets in attendance may read up to three poems, depending on the number of poets who wish to read. Poets come from Lincoln and surrounding areas. Alan Lowe has been the Coordinator of the Voices of Lincoln Poetry Contest, presented by the club, for ten years. He is responsible for setting up the contest to begin in April— National Poetry Month—publicizing it and the special event held in October at which winning poets read their poems, coordinating and serving as host/moderator of the event, and designing, putting together, and publishing the chapbook of winning poetry.”

First award winning poem on the show. 

Love Is Where You Find It by Jeanie Robertson:

Jeanie Robertson has written poetry since she was in grammar school. She is one of five generations of rhyming poets. They have self-published two books and are doing the final editing on the third book. Jeanie has been published in a local monthly paper many times in the last 15 years. She writes simple poetry about everyday life that is easily identifiable. Writing is her favorite hobby.

LOVE IS WHERE YOU FIND IT
She was a chihuahua mix
A terrier mix was he
They had lived together
With a growing family.

Until one day a moving van
Took everything away.
They were not part of the plan
So they were left to stray.

Life was hard and they were sad
But true love kept them strong
They would be “forever friends”
Like lyrics in a song.

A couple one day walking
Took home the little strays
And life forever after
Would be their favorite days.

Their people must live somewhere
Near this family neighborhood
And someone may be frantic
If these pets are gone for good.

It seemed no one was looking
For this little girl and guy
And the couple who were walking
Couldn’t help but wonder why.

The pups continued following
Them right to their front door,
Their little tails wagging,
As tho they’d been here before.

These caring people took them in
Perhaps they’d find a clue
To whom the friendly pups belonged
And what next they should do.

The dogs did not have collars
No ID tags where they live
The couple knew these little ones
Had so much love to give.

These kind people, were Beth and Bud,
Intent to find the home
Of precious little furry friends
Left on the streets to roam.

Beth checked with the authorities
For ID chips within
But seems they never had them
Buried deep beneath their skin.

Then Beth and Bud put flyers
All around the neighborhood
But nobody responded…
Now the dogs were theirs for good!

They named them Chance and Sadie
Living there, but the best part?
The dogs now have A SECOND CHANCE
And family with a heart.

by Jeanie Robertson, Award winning poem, Lincoln Club. (C) All rights reserved.

 

 

Second award winning  poet with her poem:

Kathleen Ward was born in Lockport, NY, but moved to California at the age of 12. She graduated from the California State University at Sacramento with a degree in English, and taught junior high school in Los Banos, CA, for twenty-five years. She is a member of the Poets Club of Lincoln, CA and has won several awards for her poetry. She is now retired and living in Lincoln, CA, where she spends her time writing poetry and fiction when she is not busy traveling or playing with her grandchildren.

If I Had A Second Chance
I would have given a dollar
Or a hamburger
To the homeless woman
Huddled by the off-ramp,
Her eyes and face as droopy
As her worn-out cardboard sign.
I would have held doors open
For people even when
They did not need the help
And I would remember to
Thank those who took the time
To open doors for me.
I would have stopped to answer
My three-year-old’s question,
Even though it was
The twentieth time she’d asked one
In the past ten minutes
And I’d answered them all before.
I would have tape-recorded
My grandma’s stories
The ones I loved when growing up,
So that my children could hear
Them in Grandma’s words, and bask
In the sweet tones of her voice.
I would have spent more time
Walking on the beach at sunrise
Hiking dark trails through the woods
Picking wildflowers by the roadside
Dancing with butterflies
Laughing with old friends.
If I had a second chance. 

by Kathleen Ward, Lincoln, CA (C) All rights reserved by the author.

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