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Poetry: January 23, 2008 Issue [#2184]
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1. About this Newsletter
2. A Word from our Sponsor
3. Letter from the Editor
4. Editor's Picks
5. A Word from Writing.Com
6. Ask & Answer
7. Removal instructions

About This Newsletter

This is poetry from the minds and the hearts of poets on Writing.Com. The poems I am going to be exposing throughout this newsletter are ones that I have found to be, very visual, mood setting and uniquely done. stormyrene


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Letter from the editor


Anyone who has school-aged children will know this month’s poet, Shel Silverstein. He is the only poet I could get my son to read and enjoy, without him rolling his eyes at me. Then when he found out that Siverstein wrote two songs for Johnny Cash to sing. He was sold and read all of his books. I hope you enjoy the poems I have picked to share with you. They are a few my son’s favorite.

Picture Puzzle Piece
by Shel Silverstein

One picture puzzle piece
Lyin' on the sidewalk,
One picture puzzle piece
Soakin' in the rain.
It might be a button of blue
On the coat of the woman
Who lived in a shoe.
It might be a magical bean,
Or a fold in the red
Velvet robe of a queen.
It might be the one little bite
Of the apple her stepmother
Gave to Snow White.
It might be the veil of a bride
Or a bottle with some evil genie inside.
It might be a small tuft of hair
On the big bouncy belly
Of Bobo the Bear.
It might be a bit of the cloak
Of the Witch of the West
As she melted to smoke.
It might be a shadowy trace
Of a tear that runs down an angel's face.
Nothing has more possibilities
Than one old wet picture puzzle piece.


Shel Silverstein was born on September 25, 1930 in Chicago. There is very little written about Shel Silverstein’s childhood. His journey into poetry actually started out as a cartoonist in a military newspaper. He spent the war stationed in Japan and in Korea. While in Japan he started playing the guitar. Silverstein didn't start out wanting to write children's books. It wasn’t until after Silverstein left the army and met an editor that encouraged him to write for children. His first book The Giving Tree was published in 1964. Silverstein also wrote several songs, “A Boy Named Sue” and "25 Minutes To Go", both song by Johnny Cash. Also “The Cover of the Rolling Stone” for Dr. Hook.

On June 30, 1970, Silverstein’s daughter, Shoshanna was born. Shoshanna’s mother Susan died when Shoshanna was just five years old. Silverstein daughter then went to live with her aunt and uncle in Baltimore Maryland. Shoshanna died April 24,, 1982 at the age of 11. Silverstein had a second child, Matthew, born on November 10, 1983. Nothing more was written about his personal life.

Where the Sidewalk Ends, Silverstein's first collection of poems, was published in 1974. Fallowed by two more children’s books, A Light in the Attic in 1981, and Falling Up in 1996. Silverstein won a Grammy Award for Best Children’s Album, for Where the Sidewalk Ends – “recited, sung and shouted” by the author. He also wrote the song “Unicorn Song” for the Irish Rovers and “I’m Checking Out”, written for the film Postcards from the Edge.

Silverstein had a very successful career writing plays, song and children’s books. Sadly Silverstein is said to have suffered a fatal heart attack on May 8, 1999 at his home, in Key West, Florida. He was all alone. His body was said to be found by a housekeeper the fallowing Monday.



One Inch Tall
by Shel Silverstein

If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.
A crumb of cake would be a feast
And last you seven days at least,
A flea would be a frightening beast
If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,
And it would take about a month to get down to the store.
A bit of fluff would be your bed,
You'd swing upon a spider's thread,
And wear a thimble on your head
If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.
You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.
You'd run from people's feet in fright,
To move a pen would take all night,
(This poem took fourteen years to write--
'Cause I'm just one inch tall).


Where the Sidewalk Ends
by Shel Silverstein

There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.

Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black
And the dark street winds and bends.
Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow
We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And watch where the chalk-white arrows go
To the place where the sidewalk ends.

Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow,
And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go,
For the children, they mark, and the children, they know
The place where the sidewalk ends



Thank you all!
stormyrene

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O you pretty little red flower
Abandoned in this cold dark bower
Where the black ice winds blow in the snow
Please tell me, where is the maiden of the tower.

I have been searching for her everywhere
But only your sweet scent on a thread of her hair
Have I found on the ground where you are now lying.

Tell me; is she perhaps dead.

O little flower, now dressed in black,
Come with me to another space and time
Where together we will search to find her,

There amongst millions of colored little flowers
In a heavenly bower, with you now gloriously dressed in white
Lovingly scented with pink and blue ribbons tied around your dress.

O my pretty maiden now found and our little red scented flower.
Come let us dance to the music, as we sing a song of gladness,
That this day, we will be together forever in a heavenly land " Called Paradise!".




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2) The words can be in any order and anywhere throughout the poem and can be any form of the word.

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4) The winner will get 3000 gift points and the poem will be displayed in this section of the newsletter the next time it is my turn to post (February 20, 2008)

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