February Newsletter

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February, 2018

Volume 1, Issue 2

Late Night Poets allpoetry.com Spotlight Poet

coast of Canada, in New Brunswick

Lady A

Andrea started out writing a few poems as a teenager but began writing in earnest when she was 39. Unfortunately, it was after the loss of her true love and her grief propelled her to write...it was and is very cathartic for her.

Inside this issue:

Spotlight Poet


Poetry of Lady


Poem By AP Taylor




Black History


Poetry For


Valentines Day


Picture Famous Poet Poetry From Down Under Credits

It was approximately 3 years ago when Lady A joined Late Night Poets & she finds the group to be, Nurturing, supportive, caring, helpful, fun, encouraging, "more fun" a group of great friends. She says she has learned

Andrea Wheaton , we 8-13 know her as Lady A on All14 Poetry.com Andrea is a Registered Nurse, recently re15 tiredShe was born in Montreal, Quebec, Canada. Cur16 rently lives on the east

so much from so many! Not just about poetry but about friendship, tolerance, fairness, kindness...all of these things she has been able to share and learn from others. Lady A has had 20 of her poems published in a collaboration with several other poets

through Amazon Andrea is not actively seeking publication No, but has been seriously thinking of doing so. Full Spotlight...


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A Memory Still

filled me within

empty room..


Imagination never

today your spirit

By: Lady A

saw the beast tear

waits for my long

me asunder

journey home.

It was the only thing left in the now empty room your spirit lingered

laying still, mind and heart roared like thunder

before it was en-

Insanity gripped in


moments of your

Upon my bed you


sat each eve when

pulled me back

night fell

then lucidity was

until my cries be-

In one kiss, you'll know all I haven't said. ~ Pablo Neruda The Eastern Sky

my song

I'll run into your waiting arms we'll have magic again we two music plays and charms i'll dance each day with you Love was born on a summer night in the eastern sky there was music, and flowers in her hair magic was in the night air

By: Lady A

The Wizard of Us Love was born on a shave made vivid By: Lady A summer night then quelled your face in the eastern sky Once upon a darkened Every now and then there was music, night at times I could not your breeze caand flowers in her see it, scarlet red it hair ressed my face the Wizard, Fehrgus, magic was in the did replace longed for light comfort whispered night air Closed eyes conin my ear, 'twas He had his candle wax jured touch, a We loved each and wicks your sweet emother in another life memory still alive brace destined, ordained, up his sleeve he had fingertips traced new tricks Music spoke our designed my neck, awakwe'll love each language, each other til the end of From grains of sand diened, you died word touching skin vinely superb time forever, always pain raged through and blazing flames he It was the only thing you'll be mine me til your peace fashioned orbs left in the now

came whimpers,

Scent of your after-


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He lowered them into a bath

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until the universe was filled with stars

The final orb was where they were tempered into glass created and strewn Lightening from his eyes was spun

into the night, he hung the Moon.

piercing the orb, now called the sun

This is the tale of how it began

He tossed the sun out through the door

of earth and sun and moon and man

a brilliant light, dawn was born

The Wizard Fehrgus, a gifted artist

Fehrgus reserved a ray for night

created the world and all it's stardust

Black as pitch, there was no light Sliced the ray into sparkling moulds gave birth to stars, heavens marigolds More orbs were spun for Neptune and Mars

So I wait for you like a lonely house till you will see me again and live in me. Till then my windows ache. Pablo Neruda

Rough shadow By: AP Taylor a part of my opportuIt started. nities. A door opened, Counter, the indeciages hidden to me. sion, Rainbows shone, of a thousand light eyes and voices somehow present, saying shut the damn not. door. My eyes saw colour That’s where Late a part of me. Night Poets Light anew, as a have encouraged and rabbits first ever leap, lost my library of Someday, somestories. where - anyTo dull aches, grey shades, where, unfailmoldy visions, line ingly, you'll find shading, at rot in fetid stillest yourself, and waters, that, and only submerged deeply. that, can be the In absurd, ides bizarre, happiest or bita legion of roterest hour of mance. your life. In great bookcases tall, ~ my thought once. Pablo Neruda Tomes 3

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February, 2018

cardiovascular diseases and stroke

By: Deborahlee

are largely preventable.

Let's get to the heart of the matter... our own We can lower our risk by adhering to what we call

hearts. Heart disease is one of the biggest killers

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Fabruary, 2018

Thoughts On Black History Month...

By: Agressman Black History Month grew from "Negro History Week" started by noted historian, Carter G Woodson, from Harvard, as a way to highlight historical accomplishments and significant roles African Americans played in the development of the United States. The week corresponded on the calendar in 1926, with the date of births for Abraham Lincoln and Fredrick Douglas. It has spread across several countries, including Canada and the United Kingdom as the month in February. I agree with Morgan Freeman, that Black History is all of America's history and that even in history we should not segregate, but enhance all history lessons to meld the achievements together as one. We shouldn't need a Black History Month, but until that day we need to continue to spread the truth, that all men are created equal. Labels need to be removed, and barriers need to be brought down. Equal opportunity takes a commitment not only from the government, but of all people. As Martin Luther Jr so poignantly has spoken, "Judge not a man by the color of his skin, but the content of their character". It is up to all to live the words every day. Their is no black or white, only US.

There will be 2 Contests Posted For Black History Month. One looking for Poems Inspired by Gwendolyn Brooks The other for works Inspired by Ed Roberson. Be sure to check out Agressman’s Contest Page Only a Couple Days Left To Enter 5


Let us forget with generosity those who cannot love us ~ Pablo Neruda

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A Taste of Poetry by : Gwendolyn Brooks & Ed Roberson

But then oh then!—the I don't see what I stuffing of the hulls! look directly at. “The fact that we the seasoning of the per- I didn't see the prongilousl sweet! are black horn antelope, the health! The heralding is our ultimate of the clear obscure! speed they pointed reality. out equal our car's, Build now your Church, ” but never having seen my brothers, sisters. Ron Karenga distance so large Build never with brick or I couldn't pin in it Corten nor with granite. point to antler The Sermon Build with lithe love. With On The Warpland love like l and saw in parallax ion-eyes. instead the world with love like By: Gwendolyn entire a still brown arc morningrise. Brooks of leap so like with love like black, our black— a first look at the And several strengths luminously indiscreet; milky way each from drowsiness camcomplete; stone paigned continuous.” but spoke in Single Sera star I saw but could mon on the warpland. not see.

I Don't See

I didn't see And went about the warBY: ED ROBERSON pland saying No. the Nazca earth draw“My people, black and I expected something up ings looking at a line black, revile the River. out of the water Say that the River turns, like a path the vinot the shadow in the and turn the River. sion on it my not wave that rose looking up. Say that our Something to fill the wave then & trying to see from in doublepod contains splash a breath on the ground looking sees for the coming hell off the abutting air and health together. then disappear. from a plane thouPrepare to meet sands of feet above I didn't see any of this (sisters, brothers) the only maybe I saw only brash and terrible weather; the dark wave. Even the what the unenlightened the pains; size of a whale the bruising; the collapse marking out the lines of bestials, idols. 6

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could see from there because I never saw the figures until shown from books. I've told folk half the truth that I was there I was but embarrassed never told I missed my chance until I saw: without embarrassment this country miss its chance looking at color and not see what it looked directly at, without embarrassment act and not see that done on its own hands not see its own bright blood

Don't let anyone call you a minority if you're black or Hispanic or belong to some other ethnic group. You're not less than anybody else ~ Gwendolyn Brown

Valentines Day

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By: Deborahlee Valentine's Day, also called Saint Valentine's Day or the Feast of Saint Valentine Is an annual holiday celebrated on February 14. Originated as a Western Christian feast day honoring an early saint named Valentinus, recognized as cultural and commercial celebration in many regions around the world, although it is not a public holiday in any. Associated with romantic love within the circle of Geoffrey Chaucer in the 14th century, when the tradition of courtly love flourished. In 18th-century England, it evolved into an occasion in which lovers expressed their love for each other by presenting flowers, offering confectionery, and writing love notes or poems. Mass-produced greeting cards have since replaced the personal touch of the quill and inkwell but the sentiment remains today. Roses are red ~ Joseph Ritson The rose is red, the violet's blue, The honey's sweet, and so are you. Thou are my love and I am thine; I drew thee to my Valentine: The lot was cast and then I drew, And Fortune said it shou'd be you.


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Picture Prompt

A Rose of Ruby By: JHatter

the day it died the world wept lost forever to ends of time the ruby rose a wizards friend a quest for one to find with stones of heart on icy shores she seeks a shallow sea a rose of ruby to reign again once found to be set free


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Picture Prompt

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Love Needed To Heal


By: Dragon Sorceress


One lovely red rose does signal romance

Gwendolyn Brown

Heart ripped from his chest in hand he does hold As delicate lace He didn’t pick wisely heart in a trance unravels at the edges Now looks like a stone, sad sight to behold

so is my heart as it drips sorrow

His heart has been hardened the die was cast No love to sustain it feeling the chill

Tears of deep red roses

Rose embracing heart it’s petals drop fast Betrayal burning he’s filled with ill will

fall from my eyes pedals of dark velvet float to my feet

Her beauty entranced him a Jezebel Disillusion by it now he must grieve

My soul weeps

Their love affair rode like a carousel

my inner self

Shattered broken heart he didn’t conceive

screams seeking that white

Seems a red rose has lost all its appeal


Yet love is needed for this man to heal Like blood that drips on fresh snow it mars the glistening beauty So is sin, black against the inner light As my soul weeps...


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Picture Prompt

Chat Room Spins By: Lady A In her palm we are held hearts of joy and pain red roses filled with life's blood sorrow pouring in the rain

Ruby Roots Twists, turns, some dead ends

By: Eveningstar

blood drops in the snow love and dignity light the way as our tears lead us home

ruby roots spread across my heart, cradled in the ease of my regard that flows through weary veins

Chat room spins talk and song no one to get weary of

a delicate stem rising

Raucous laughter meets calm

in sunlight of my introspection,

balance brings equalibrium

a tentative emotion gathering strength to cherish infant leaves

Don't be lonely, don'e be afraid Come on in to Fillmyeyes Cafe

while velvet petals curl in smooth repose, echoing a bloom of possibilities spreading their wings upon the soft breeze of my breath, gently blown to nourish the amazing idea of the love that could be


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Picture Prompt

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tap vines spine pallid petals, valentine strewn By: M.K. Rock rooted tendrils in helix coil roiling reaches through rime; intoxicants spine, grown of ambrosial stems, vein rampant vines mixed in potent merlot;

attachments savoring cultivation,

valentine petals wept pallor,

lay in penalty, as alliance dies;

nettle strewn fragrance,

bleached roses clung staid clus-

flows from puncture to pool

tered bloom,

anemic aches, clenching grief

plaguing emblem strain,

solidifies to cool; blush fading to hang, drip dried. screams in plea, echo with sonority, 'sil vous plait'; fill-my-eyes, frame no fall back pictures, to limn albino sighs, paroxysms struck by blanched attachment, lances too gravely, to bleed us inside; leaching cores suffused in misdirection; predilection purchased by blood of ichorous toil; stripped barren of discoursing captures, tumbled tartly at roiling moil;


'de souffrir d’un cœur broyé'

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Picture Prompt

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February Gift

A Rose.

By: Scarlet Victoria

By: AP Taylor

Rose palm love

Heirloom rose thinly by trails spread

upon a hand

feeble branches, derailed to spaces.

not on a sleeve

Larger thorns, single rose opens red around rock strangled a bud graces

scarlet root heart a joie de vivre

Essence of needle in quartz thread

flower from seed

golden eye, blood a thimble traces. Soon the flower crumpled by dread

strawberry starburst blossom

edge of leaves, dark crimson laces

blooms in all colors like background grey

Evening sun is drying towards lead silver ring glowers upon pale faces.

water with smiles

Our rose falters, cast as saps bled

prune with kisses

to swirling of metals, image traces.

every day Vista vermillion, sloughed life shed, nightingale breast song

shallow, a spelter coating encases.

sun patted petals sigh

Energy once inside, a system dead

telescope chimes

fallow in flows lustre, lie embraces

red feather diamond dust my February gift this Valentine's... ...I'm your tango partner...


Picture Prompt

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Seeping Roots By: Rydwichi

I want to take this opportunity to thank everyone that Hearts that have been grown participated in this picture from cold, cold stone challenge ! Every write was a bleeding veins of crimson pleasure to read … Picking just “3” seemed impossible . transported from a hand Sooo I made an executive to pebbles of ivory decision to put them all on the Newsletter .. And all will be Leaching colours beyond added to the Blog as well. yon beating heart What a fabulous group of and sprouting leaves that “People” & “Poets” fade away into the grey background *love* Fill Roses made into vermilion strokes

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beyond the horizon that dwindles in the light that now fades to shadow blurring lines that only make the eye draw towards the roots of your palm.


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February, 2018

Pablo Neruda… By: Pam Ray Pablo Neruda was born July 12th 1904 in the town of Parral Chile his given name was Ricardo Elicer, Neftali' Reyes, Basoalto. He took on his Pen name in early adulthood in honor of the Czech poet, Jan Neruda. His third wife Matilde Urrutia who he was married to from the late 1950s until his death on September 23rd 1973, was the inspiration for his love poems in his second anthology of poetry "100 love poems" https://www.amazon.com/100-Love-Sonnets-sonetos-American/dp/0292760280 he declares to her "I made these sonnets out of wood I gave them the sound of that opaque pure substance, and that is how they should reach your ears, Now that I have declared the foundation of my love I surrender this century to you, wooden sonnets that rise only because you gave them life."

Source: Vivala

The Queen By: Pablo Neruda I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal

LA REINA crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to me.

By: Pablo Neruda Yo te he nombrado reina. Hay más altas que tú, más altas. Hay más puras que tú, más puras. Hay más bellas que tú, hay más bellas. Pero tú eres la reina. Cuando vas por las calles nadie te reconoce. Nadie ve tu corona de


cristal, nadie mira la alfombra de oro rojo que pisas donde pasas, la alfombra que no existe. Y cuando asomas suenan todos los ríos en mi cuerpo, sacuden el cielo las campanas, y un himno llena el mundo. Sólo tú y yo, sólo tú y yo, amor mío, lo escuchamos.

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Of all the fires, love is the only inexhaustible one. ~ Pablo Neruda

February, 2018



Sonnet XI By: Pablo Neruda

o I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You By: Pablo Neruda

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I I do not love you except because I love prowl through the you; streets. Sonnet XVII Bread does not nour- I go from loving to not loving you, By: Pablo Neruda ish me, dawn disrupts From waiting to not me, all day waiting for you I do not love you as if you I hunt for the liquid My heart moves from were salt-rose, or topaz, measure of your cold to fire. or the arrow of carnations the steps. fire shoots off. I love you only because it's you the one I I love you as certain dark I hunger for your love; things are to be loved, sleek laugh, I hate you deeply, and in secret, between the shadow your hands the color hating you and the soul. of a savage harvest, Bend to you, and the hunger for the pale measure of my changI love you as the plant that stones of your fingering love for you never blooms nails, Is that I do not see you but carries in itself the light of I want to eat your but love you blindly. hidden flowers; skin like a whole althanks to your love a certain mond. Maybe January light solid fragrance, will consume risen from the earth, lives I want to eat the sun- My heart with its cruel darkly in my body. beam flaring in your Ray, stealing my key to true calm. lovely body, I love you without knowing the sovereign nose of how, or when, or from where. your arrogant face, In this part of the story I am the one who I love you straightforwardly, I want to eat the Dies, the only one, and without complexities or pride; fleeting shade of your I will die of love beso I love you because I know lashes, cause I love you, no other way Because I love you, and I pace around Love, in fire and than this: where I does not ex- hungry, sniffing the blood. ist, nor you, twilight, so close that your hand on my hunting for you, for chest is my hand, your hot heart, so close that your eyes close like a puma in the baras I fall asleep. rens of Quitratue.



x Sonnet VIII By Pablo Neruda If your eyes were not the color of the moon, of a day full of clay, and work, and fire, if even held-in you did not move in agile grace like the air, if you were not an amber week, not the yellow moment when autumn climbs up through the vines; if you were not that bread the fragrant moon kneads, sprinkling its flour across the sky, oh, my dearest, I could not love you so! But when I hold you I hold everything that is sand, time, the tree of the rain, everything is alive so that I can be alive: without moving I can see it all: in your life I see everything that lives.

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F r o m

D o w n

February 2018

U n d e r … B y :


There are awards for bad fiction, then there are awards for poor romance writing. And I don’t know why, but in Australia the awards for bad romantic writing take precedence. As breakfast radio announcers guffaw, small sections of text, out of context are read, as their listeners are encouraged to call in. “Gee that was awful, what did you think Gloria of Gladstone Park?” “Well I’m not much of a writer Pauly, but I think my four year old Kylie could write better than that tosh.”

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tions of roses and if their partners are really lucky, some chocolates at the checkout, discounted of course. Here you can get quality long stem roses. But it’s too hot to grow them locally in February, so they are air freighted from Africa. Last year nine million rose stems made their way from Kenya to Australia alone just for Valentines Day.

Now at some level, this is a positive development. Novels are being read. Interactions are occurring. We are talking about romantic interludes.

But that’s the exception to the rule. Valentines Day is about the last minute race for largely sold out cards, cut flowers and laughter at bad fictional romance.

See Australians are not known for their romantic endeavors France, Paris, roses and red wine on boulevards, that certain “Parisian” accent that all the guys wish they had. Australians are more likely to forget all about it, until the eve of Valentines Day. Then forests of ready made, clear cellophane coated flowers, are purchased from the supermarket chains. Drooping collec

The difference with the French is they understand all romantic writing is good, that wine is an important adjunct and they have the advantage of being closer to Africa, so their roses are fresher. And of course, they speak French.


Est-il besoin d'en dire plus? (Need I say more)

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Fillmyeyes@aol.com Thanks To All That Make This Happen... PamRay Deborahlee AP Taylor Agressman *hug*z & *love*

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