alan noel, chris francisco, and william jaco

faculty and mathematicians
all vote for research celebraton
library and food mart
they cook menu and seek bounds

William Jaco seems doing well
so does Alan Noel
when Lisa Mantini and Stephan Wilson speak
audience from Tulane, Yale, Harvard, Northwestern, Tulsa, and Chicago listen

Daniel Horowitz, he
minds New Orleans students opinions
Emily Meyer,
she writes about issue on academics

Ella Helmuth
she is a good student who often falls silent
Margaux Armfield,
he is a promising journalist along with Aly Buffett

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prince Harry AND Meghan Markle

    ruth  Webb art

  Padma Lakshmi and Adam Dell, in a relation and with a daughter Krishna Dell Lakshmi


 

       michael dell

 Poetry & Story Inn by Colin Yaccarino at Loyola Pagewell

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tanka poems



example


Mozarts waltmanson
whirlpool freeze in the background
light years
as i listen to chopin
victoria queen dry dullness out

world peace in may poetry picnic week 58,

Today’s optional prompt asks you, like Alice Notley, to think about your own inspirations and forebears (whether literary or otherwise). Specifically, I challenge you today to write a poem that deals with the poems, poets, and other people who inspired you to write poems. These could be poems/poets/poepl that you strive to be like, or even poems, poets, and people that you strive not to be like. There are as many ways to go with this prompt as there are ways to be inspired.


sample


 Ezra Loomis Pound

when a storm hits our home
the sudden force makes us panic
no preparation yet lots of quick reaction

emily  Schmidly

who cares about owen and ella?
only if frank eaton pays attention
only if sarah gore makes a decision


ronald green

a guy often fears no fly
a flying umbrella lands on his lawn
the sky rains frogs to lake Minn

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http://promisingpoetsparkinglot.blogspot.com/2020/03/hyde-park-poetry-week-101.html

   

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My child wafts peace.
When I lean over him,
It is not just the smell of soap.

All the people were children wafting peace.
(And in the whole land, not even one
Millstone remained that still turned).

Oh, the land torn like clothes
That can't be mended.
Hard, lonely fathers even in the cave of the Makhpela*
Childless silence.

My child wafts peace.
His mother's womb promised him
What God cannot
Promise us.


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