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  Nov 3 CJ Sutherland
Edmond
We all seek it
In desperate, desperate want
Or maybe need?
We find clues
And/or red-scaled fish
Where the dark meets the light
And the right meets the wrong.
There’s a treasure for everyone
If we only have the strength
Or maybe weakness?
To search for it
Through wide and narrow
And shallow and deep.
We’ll find risk there
And emotions too
Or maybe our heart,
Long-lost and homesick?
Danger darkens there
But always brightens
On the light of hope.
Whatever we find
We are thankful for.
But the guardian who watches over
Marking places and keeping time
Will mark our lives
And keep our souls
Deep within the dusky depths.
Four brothers four sisters
Scraped knees and blisters

Siblings are many things
Playing hard sports brings

Our Family Ethics Code
Parenting, guidance unfold

No snooping, privacy respected
Valid points never rejected 

Don’t read other’s journals or
Leave the seat up in the ******

No’s know No Bounds

Listening on others conversations
There is no honor among thieves

No cheating, stealing.or lying,
Whining ,tantrums, Pretend crying

You have two ears and one mouth
Listen twice as much as you speak

These life lessons help each Child
To extricate them As they grow

Family Values, what they know


Inspired songs;
1) cats in the cradle
By Harry Chapin, 1974

2) if I could see the world
through the eyes of a child
By Patsy Cline, 1958
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day Challenge
Extricate 11-2-2024
Someone or some thing is to free or remove an entanglement or difficulty such as a trap or difficult conversation
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November 2024
HP Poet: Jill
Age: 47
Country: Australia


Question 1: A warm welcome to the HP Spotlight, Jill. Please tell us about your background?

Jill: "Mum and dad immigrated from Northern Ireland to Australia before having my brother and me. I’m very grateful to be living in South Australia on Kaurna Land. My parents were teachers, and they seeded and encouraged my love for education. At university I studied psychology, philosophy, and French. Then I went on to a PhD in psychology, and later, a master’s degree in statistics. In my day job, I’m a psychology professor, which includes lots of scientific writing. Outside work, I love playing music and singing with my partner and our friends and spending time with my precious son and our fluffy dog."


Question 2: How long have you been writing poetry, and for how long have you been a member of Hello Poetry?

Jill: "I’ve been writing poetry on and off for years. The times in my life where I have been most active coincided with having friends who were interested in reading and writing together. In high school, my dear friend and I would watch British comedy shows and write silly, surreal, or nonsense poetry. Our aim was to make each other laugh as much as possible. More currently, I’ve been writing songs with friends, including lyrics, which often start as poems. I joined HP only recently, in August 2024. This community is so generous and supportive, with such a variety of style, depth, and imagination for inspiration and motivation."


Question 3: What inspires you? (In other words, how does poetry happen for you).

Jill: "In many of my poems, I’m trying to make sense of big feelings. I often write about my experiences caring for my parents, who both had close and complex relationships with alcohol. That is a never-ending well for poetry, ranging from trying to process some of the intense events, to exploring what it has meant for my self-concept and mental health. Having said that, sometimes I’m just trying to write something that sounds pretty or might cause someone to smile. I love challenges like BLT's Webster’s Word of the Day – seeing what comes from a single word across different poets."


Question 4: What does poetry mean to you?

Jill: "In my more personal poems I am documenting, reconsidering, and re-investigating my memories, and organising them in nice, even lines, which feels cathartic. In poems, I find that the small or large amount of distance that you can create through imagery, rhyme, or humor makes it possible to explore difficult or even traumatic experiences, thoughts, and feelings. Writing poetry is a transformative exercise, but there is something greater still about sharing poetry with others."


Question 5: Who are your favorite poets?

Jill: "One of my favorite poets is WB Yeats, I particularly love 'The Stolen Child'. Other all-time favorites include Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, AA Milne, Lewis Caroll, Edward Lear, Spike Milligan, Rik Mayall, and Crawford Howard. I also love lyricists like Joni Mitchell, Michael Stipe, Stephen Schwartz, Tim Minchin, Wayne Coyne, Stephen Malkmus, and Rufus Wainright. I have so many favorites on HP – too many to list!"


Question 6: What other interests do you have?

Jill: "I love music. Since childhood, I’ve played violin in classical orchestras and musical theatre pits. I adore Irish folk music. For me, at the moment, music mostly happens with friends, with my electric violin, in pub bands of different kinds. Most of the poems I’ve written previously have only been publicly shared, adapted as song lyrics, with some of these bands. I also love all things science-fiction."


Carlo C. Gomez: “Thank you so much Jill, we truly appreciate you giving us the opportunity to get to know the person behind the poet! We are thrilled to include you in this ongoing series!”

Jill: "Thank you so much for giving me the opportunity to be a part of this, Carlo! It is such a privilege."




Thank you everyone here at HP for taking the time to read this. We hope you enjoyed coming to know Jill a little bit better. I most certainly did. It is our wish that these spotlights are helping everyone to further discover and appreciate their fellow poets. – Carlo C. Gomez

We will post Spotlight #22 in December!

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In college, I  started golfing
I thought it would help my swing
Course correction I didn’t learn a thing
I gained more bad habits in between

Golf was created within Love, and hate
Many emotions to communicate investigate
Poetic words flow, negate the verse
Continually modifying and rehearse

The most elusive game you’ll ever play
Golf can make or break your day
Transfixed Frustrating, irritating time
Completing a great game is sublime

Learn and grow as you go
You’ll never learn everything to know
My dismay recalling a friend’s worst day
Disaster hit at the first hole sandpit the grid

By hole 5 his game sunk skunk pound sand
On the Golf cart a hotdog in his hand
An Eagle swooped down, taking
The Hotdog and bun from his mouth
The Eagle flew Heading Due south.

Yelling and screaming as if that
Would make the bird give his hotdog back
Lunacy, frustration, humiliation on track
He threw his lunch sack at the Bird
You had to be there The picture was absurd

Washing down a beer tremble in fear
He’d never experienced a big bird so near
The back nine would be better get in gear
Both ***** hit the water in the drink
This is when he should’ve stopped to think

One could see the blood boil in his eyes
What came next was no big surprise
Third ball hit the water in the drink
Throwing his monogram bag,&clubs in a
Blink watched them slowly sink sink sink

That was it. His day was done
Under the Beauty of the setting sun
The golf course Won, took its toll
That Fateful day He lost a bit of his soul

The profanity filled the air
Decorum lost he didn’t care
Golf and stuff Fished out the clubs and bag
Shining with mud The Gold monogram tag
Other golfers ***** filled the leather bag sag

He cut off his nose to spite his face
He never went back there saving grace
Never retrieved his bag it was tainted
The leather colors ran together painted

As to his set up a second gift from Daddy
Son “Next time use a Caddy!”

Inspired song
Bohemian Rhapsody – a golf parity tribute
YouTube By Nigel Tait June 14, 2014
This actually really happened we’re not sure if it was an eagle or a hawk.The wing spans are nearly the same, and they both would be almost equally as large. It happened so quickly it was hard to know for sure. But it was unusual for this to happen in Southern California. In northern California, it’s a common occurrence to see large birds.
  Nov 2 CJ Sutherland
Rai
Fingertips
In  doughnut jam
I licked my lips
And it began

You came up slowly from behind
And moved serenely to the side
I held my breath
And you did say
It’s for your soul
That I do pray  

The devil in
the machine

I heard the crowd roar
And then they clapped
And wanted more

Foolish games
Wicked spells
The youth I own
Had left as well

Now stand I
A foolish fellow
Who wishes
More than ever
That Id stayed mellow

But no I jumped up
Ready for battle
My armour made a mighty rattle

I saw you off
You I will slaughter
Now keep away from my daughter x
CJ Sutherland Oct 31
What’s the purpose of Halloween
Trick-or-treat costume parties make a scene
Scary Jack-o’-lanterns carved faces
Placing them in their houses open spaces
Something wicked, this Way COMES

The original traditions were generated in Ireland and Scotland they carved grins
Scary faces in turnips and potatoes,
Then put them in the windows
To ward off evil spirits and stringy jack.
Something wicked, this Way COMES

Why is Halloween an evil night
The dead rises from there, tombs
What is the purpose of the costumes?
Getting dressed up to  
Symbolically disguise oneself
As a way to ward off evil spirits
Something wicked, this Way COMES

An ancient tradition, Celtic people
believed there is a thin vail between
The living, and the dead Halloween night
The veil is at its thinnest sight
Something wicked, this Way COMES

Spirits pass-through roaming the world
Wearing costumes was a way to avoid
Being recognized by the spirits
Something wicked, this Way COMES

Today the true meaning is mostly seen as a fun way to express oneself act out, fantasies
Dressing as a favorite character or creature
Satan successfully lulled the sheep to sleep
His greatest sick trick  He doesn’t exist
Something wicked, this Way COMES

While people argue, it doesn’t say anything In the Bible about Halloween, it does say Christians are carefully instructed to
NOT participate in any pagan way
When somebody tells a lie enough
It’s marginalized becoming the truth
Something wicked, this Way COMES

Blinded by an Illusion of Halloween fun
These traditions prove people in the world
Know evil exist. They celebrate the dead
It’s all around us, in the movies we watch
When wrong is right and right is wrong.
It’s in our music it’s in our songs
Something wicked, this Way COMES

And the Satanic natures on TV we are
Mesmerized by death destruction, **** ***
We feed on Fear, hatred for entertainment.
We feel it in the air. We feel it everywhere.
Something wicked, this Way COMES

Hallowed ground is no longer sacred
People don’t believe anything anymore
Satan, is living laughing in delight
On this wicked Halloween night
Trick or treat when all practice to deceive
Is your candy safe to eat do you believe?
Something wicked this Way is Here FEAR



Inspired songs;
1) Thriller By Michael Jackson1982
2) Monster Mash By Bobby (Boris) Pickett &the crypt kickers1962 banned too morbid
3) witchy Woman By The Beatles 1972
4) highway to Hell By AC/DC 1979
5) I Want Candy ByBowWowWowVEDO1965 1982
6) Hotel California by the Eagles 1976
BLT Webster’s Word of the Day challenge
Hallowed 10-31-24
Describe something such as a memorial considered, Holy, or Blessed, or some thing that is highly respected and revered

Footnote
String a Jack was a mythical, scary creature that had a scarecrow body and a pumpkin head. Its eyes were lit up by the candle, and he came to life on Halloween.
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