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World Poetry Celebates Jerry Wemple and Lawrence Knorr!

 

 

 

 

 

*Hope by Neamat Haidari. Hope for a better future*

Ariadne’s Notes: On October 11, 1-2 pm PST, we welcomed two important guests to the  World Poetry Café Radio Show. Referrals from World Poetry Media Correspondent Melanie Simms. College professor and award winning poet Jerry Wimple share his thoughts on writing poetry and also mentioned that some of his students , when asked how they spent their vacations or weekends answered that they only stay home so that they can be safe. It is so sad that it is unsafe from them to go out except to go to school. It was a fascinating interview and is worth listening to. One of his poems is below.

Unfortunately, the publisher Laurence Knorr was not able to get through but we hope to welcome him at another time. Rounding out the show was an e-poem by Katherine Gordon from her upcoming book Caution, Deep Water and Creative Tips on Publishing from Creativity Rocks by Ariadne Sawyer.

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A Pennsylvania native, Jerry Wemple writes frequently about the people and places of the Susquehanna Valley region. His work includes three poetry collections: You Can See It from Here, selected by Pulitzer Prize-winner Yusef Komunyakaa for the Naomi Long Madgett Poetry Award, The Civil War in Baltimore, and most recently The Artemas Poems. He is co-editor of the anthology Common Wealth: Contemporary Poets on Pennsylvania. His poetry and creative nonfiction work appear in numerous journals and anthologies, and have been published internationally in Ireland, Chile, Spain, and Germany.

Wemple, a Professor of English at Bloomsburg University of Pennsylvania, is the recipient of several awards for writing and teaching including a Fellowship in Literature from the Pennsylvania Council on the Arts and the Word Journal chapbook prize. He received the Dean’s Salute to Excellence for his teaching and scholarship at Bloomsburg, the Bloomsburg University Institute for Culture and Society award for Outstanding Creative Work, and the Jack and Helen Evans Endowed Faculty Fellowship.

Nickel Rides

I.
Back in the days when your grandfather’s father,
maybe his father, was a young man down at the shore
amusement piers or the scruffy city lots over near

the wrong side of town, they used to call them nickel rides:
steel boxes jacking up and down, bucking around,
make your back feel like it was worked over with crowbar,

your hips like they was smacked with a plank.
Back in my day, word was out about those nickel rides
on the Philly streets. I was in from the country, hard

down by the river and the woods, but even
I knew what was what. Saw clear enough that one day
while stretching my legs near the 30th Street station

waiting in between long-run trains, when the paddy wagon
pulled up and four cops jumped out, jumped a man I hardly
noticed, whacking him good with long sticks. I figured soon

enough that I needed to take a left, cross the street,
head up another, act like never saw nothing, especially
a side-vision glance of him being cuffed and dumped

in the back of the wagon for a nickel ride. That unit
screech-lurching down the street like the driver wanted
to bust the brakes and run out all the gas all at once.

II.
First off, the war on drugs is a concept. There ain’t a war on drugs;
there’s a war on people. All wars have casualties, atrocities.
All wars have losers. Only some wars have winners. Tonight

I see Charm City up in flames. Orange tongues of fire taunt
us from brick buildings. The old people say it’s just as it was
back as the King riot, nearly fifty years ago. They say

the neighborhood ain’t changed much since those days.
We had one good store. Now it’s burnt. Kids too young to remember
Tupac let alone Reverend King dodge in and out of focus,

Jerry Wimple (C) All rights reserved by author.

 

 

 

Lawrence Knorr has been involved with book publishing for thirteen years. He founded Sunbury Press in 2004. He holds an MBA from Penn State University, and is a Project Management Professional (PMP). Lawrence’s 30+ year career in information technology, as a programmer, analyst, project manager, CEO and Chief Information Officer has prepared him well for the “Age of Content” – the new era of eBooks, data integration, eCommerce and networks. Lawrence has taught business and project management courses for ten years, and is the author of eight books. He is also an award-winning digital artist. For a one-year term in 2013, Lawrence was the President of the MidAtlantic Book Publishers Association (MBPA).
About Sunbury Press:
“Sunbury Press, Inc., headquartered in Mechanicsburg, PA is a publisher of trade paperback, hard cover and digital books featuring established and emerging authors in many fiction and nonfiction categories. Sunbury’s books are sold through leading booksellers worldwidSunbury Press is a traditional publisher leveraging digital capabilities. We receive approximately 1000 proposals from authors and agents over the course of a year. We publish about 70 titles per year, a good number of them from our existing authors. Thus, our selection rate is about 5%. Our most successful categories have been history, biography, self-help, historical fiction, horror, police procedurals and mysteries. Our editing and design staff are employees of the company. When we invest in a manuscript with our time and money, our goal is to produce the best quality book possible while getting it to the market as quickly as possible.
Our books are sold on all major bookseller websites and eBook platforms. Our best-selling titles are distributed to stores and libraries via Baker & Taylor and Ingram”

I Love The World! Dream Poem in English and Chinese!

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes: A wonderful celebration for the Mid Autumn Festival in September by the Chinese Canadian Authors Association. I was honoured to be one of the readers once again at this great event. Poems are translated into Chinese and read in both languages. Shirley Sue-A-Quan was a great translator.
This poem is from my upcoming book , Love Poems to the World, Dream Offerings being published by HMS Press. All the poems in the book are dream poems with the goal of helping heal the world. Some are lucid dreams and some are regular dream poems. I am awakened around 2 PM and write the poems down in the dark. Then in the morning I read them and put them on the computer. I feel that I am the channel for the poems to come through.
Thanks to Shirley Sue -A- Quan, I am able to share this with you In both English and Mandarin .

I Love the World!

World, I adore you with every part of my being!
My cells, molecules, even the atoms that fill up my empty spaces
join together to love you.

我爱这个世界!
我爱这个世界!
世界,我全身心地热爱你!
我的细胞,分子原子,充斥我身体空间的一切,
聚合在一起来热爱你.

I love the soaring mountains wearing their white capes of snow.
The dry, painted deserts, the steaming jungles teaming with life,
the lush valleys, majestic lakes, the boundless ocean
with its changes and moods, its calm and storms.

我爱那积雪的崇山峻岭,
我爱那干旱如画的大漠荒原,
我爱那热腾腾充满生命的热带丛林,
我爱那绿荫山谷,雄伟河流,无垠海洋,
她们平静暴烈,转瞬即变,气象万千.

The beauty of human kind, perched on this blue world,
The smile of a new baby, the chuckle of an elder,
the energy and spirit of youth.

人类之美高居在这蓝色的世界上
婴儿的初笑,老人的开怀,
那青春的激情澎拜。

My love goes out to you on humming thought waves,
vibrating with emotion.

我的爱,随着心潮起伏,情感波动,
洒向世界人间。

I delight in your exquisite being, geometrical shapes and your diversity.
The animal kingdom, the plant world beings that feed us and heal us.

我赞美你精确如几何图像般的各种形态,
我惊叹你的大千世界.
你的动物王国,植物世界,
供给我们食物,赐予我们医疗。

My love for you dances with the clouds
It becomes part of the velvet night, falls in raindrops caressing you.

我对你的爱与白云共舞,
变成天鹅绒夜色的一部分,
降落成雨滴轻轻触碰着你。

I send my love to your hidden secret spots, the noisy cities of humankind, the vast silences of land broken by the call of an eagle.

我把爱送达到你隐秘的所在,
到你喧嚣万众的城市,
到只有雄鹰能惊破沉默的广袤土地上.

May my caring help heal you broken places, your wounded spots, bathed in darkness, disharmony and pollution.

愿我的关怀能疗愈你破碎的国土,受伤的地带,以及沉浸在黑暗中的,不和谐和充满污染的地方.

May all of humanity join with me in loving this beautiful world!

愿所有的人类和我在一起,来热爱这个世界吧!
爱瑞爱德妮.索亚
曹小莉翻译    二零一八年八月底

by Ariadne Sawyer, MA from her upcoming book, Love Poems to the World , Dream Offerings from HMS Press  (c)

World Poetry Celebrates Rabia Ahrar!

 

 

Ariadne’s Notes: We are glad to welcome the lovely sister of Alaha Ahrar in her first feature here! It would be great to hear more from her in the future. Listen to the World Poetry Café Radio show  below to hear her poem!

She writes:

“Dear Ariadne Sawyer,

I hope you are doing well. my name is Rabia Ahrar. I am Alaha Ahrar’s sister. In addition, I grew up hearing about international World poetry, Canada. I want to start working with you to share my written poem and articles with you. I attached my poem for you to publish it, please open the attachment!

Best Regards,

Rabia Ahrar”

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I Want To Drink

I am thirsty to find out the spirituality of God,
A goblet is not enough for me, I need to drink a bottle of wine of God.
I don’t need to drink just one, two or three of bottles of awareness of God,
So, I need to drink casks of monotheism to know my God,
I am like a piece of dust full of sins and ignorant of why I came,
I need to know myself starting from my creation, in the beginning, nothing, I was just a dirty piece of clay in the land of unknown.
I am the son of Adam, but I am thirsty to know my land.
From which land I came, in the beginning, and to which land I will be back.
I need to drink the wine of understanding myself.
Why I came and why I should go back to that land I came from
I should know this land is an exam, on that land is my own land.
I am thirsty to drink more than goblets of knowledge of Spirituality of God.
Until my spiritual thirst becomes full of Unique Worship in the way of God.

(Rabia Ahrar) (C) All rights reserved by the author.
06/11/2018