Showing posts with label Jan Gars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jan Gars. Show all posts

Thursday, February 19, 2015

Night Whispers


Earth's horizon as the Sun sets over the Pacific Ocean (NASA)

I'm taking advantage of a lull in letter poems to share my first attempt at a pantoum.  I was inspired to write one for two reasons: first and foremost, to honor my friend Jan Gars whose untimely death has left me shocked and saddened; and secondly, to participate in Laura Shovan's month-long challenge to write poetry based on sound clip prompts.  For a full description of Laura's project and how to participate, please visit her blog, Author Amok.  Laura was kind enough to include my recommendation of this video – a sampling of electromagnetic vibrations recorded by NASA Voyager:


Night Whispers
            
for Jan Gars

Whispers from the shadowed night
Lonely winds of time and space
One more poem yet to write
Trapped in gravity’s embrace

Lonely winds of time and space
Glowing embers, pulsing light
Trapped in gravity’s embrace
Before the blackness turns to white

Glowing embers, pulsing light,
Like eyes behind a clouded face
Before the blackness turns to white
Before you find your resting place

Like eyes behind a clouded face
There’s one more poem yet to write
Before you find your resting place
And whisper from the shadowed night.

© 2015 Michelle Heidenrich Barnes. All rights reserved.



Wednesday, February 18, 2015

DMC: "Hello Mr. Snail" by Jan Gars




Many of you will recognize Jan's name as a regular DMC participant. I'm sorry to say, this is the last month he will be contributing to these challenges as he passed away last Friday from a massive heart attack. From his obituary:

Jan was a jack of all trades and a true renaissance man/ MacGyver as he was called by his children. He was a lover of both plants and animals, owned a working farm and was cultivating his own orchard. His veterinary practice, Oak Ridge Animal Hospital, served the Ocala, Florida community for 35 years.  He has always been a lover of the arts. In the 1990s he hand-made dolls and sold them at art shows. He has always been a painter and poet and in recent years he also started writing children's books including The Enchanted Rocking Horse: A Collection of Childhood Dreams.  

Jan was a good friend. I will surely miss his kind spirit, lively sense of humor, and beautiful way with words.  Please keep his family in your thoughts and prayers.  ~Michelle


Hello Mr. Snail,

Are you hiding in your shell?
Or, dwelling in the garden
The place you love so well.

Your skin is very slimy,
Antennae on your head.
Gliding ‘cross the mucous
On leaves of green and red.

Beware the lurking robin
Or a feast you’ll be.
Stay tucked within the foliage
Deep within the tree.

But if you choose to crawl,
Please hurry as you go.
Advice from your good friend.

Sincerely,
U.R. Slowe


© 2015 Jan Gars. All rights reserved.


David Elliott has challenged us to write a letter poem this month.  Click HERE for details.

RSVP with your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on February 27th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of David's delightful new collection of bird poetry:




Thursday, January 22, 2015

DMC: "What Do the Stars Know?" by Jan Gars




WHAT DO THE STARS KNOW?

What do the stars know?
     To sprinkle stardust on dreamers below
     The history of mankind long-ago
     How to set the night aglow.

What do the stars know?
     How to eulogize the hunter and his foe
     How to course lost sailors as they go
     To illuminate the canvas of Van Gogh. 


© 2015 Jan Gars. All rights reserved.


Joyce Sidman has challenged us to write a "Deeper Wisdom" poem this month. What's a Deeper Wisdom poem, you ask? Click HERE for details.

Send your wise words to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All contributions will be included in a wrap-up celebration on January 30, 2015, and one lucky participant will receive an autographed copy of Joyce's gorgeous new collection of children's poetry:





Tuesday, November 25, 2014

DMC: "Unraveled Mummy" by Jan Gars




Unraveled Mummy

Mummy unraveled!
Please tell daddy to bring some 
Clean sheets and Xanax.

© 2014 Jan Gars. All rights reserved.


Bob Raczka has challenged us to write a monster-inspired haiku this month.  Click HERE for details.

To add your haiku to the monster mayhem, send it to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All submissions will be included in the wrap-up celebration this Friday, November 28th, and one lucky participant will win a personalized copy of Bob's delightful new haiku collection:





Monday, October 13, 2014

DMC: "Night Cries" by Jan Gars




Night Cries

Haunting cries that pierce the blackness
Calls for mate the 
Whip-o
Will.
Cloak of darkness
Covers
Hill.
Winds are calm and
Life is 
Still.

© 2014 Jan Gars. All rights reserved.


J. Patrick Lewis has challenged us to write a zeno this month. What's a zeno, you ask? Click HERE for details.

To join in the fun, send yours to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com, or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right. All zenos will be included in the wrap-up celebration on October 31st, and one lucky participant will win a copy of Pat's gorgeous, new, "best of" collection:





Tuesday, September 16, 2014

DMC: "Robin and Kat" by Jan Gars




Robin and Kat


Robin, oh robin how sweetly you sing,
A lyric of springtime
Awakens the morn.
Robin, oh robin enticing, your beauty,
Enlighten the Earth
As sunlight is born.
Robin, oh robin you preen and you wallow,
As you bathe in the water
By the wood at the pond.
Robin, oh robin preparing for flight,
Through  meadows and valleys
And pastures beyond.
Robin, oh robin come set in the garden,
And tantalize nature
With plumage so rare.
Robin, oh robin gaze into my eyes,
As we lose our self-conscious
In hypnotic stare.
Robin, oh robin you captivate senses,
With feathers of satin
And breast plump and red.
Robin, oh robin a statue you stand,
As Queen Aphrodite
With muse in your head.

                                              Hmmmm…

                                              GULP

                                              You’re tasty too!


© 2014 Jan Gars. All rights reserved.


Irene Latham has challenged us to write a poem of address this month (click HERE for details). We'd love for you to join in! Send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

Submissions will be included in an end-of-month wrap-up on September 26th and all participants will be entered to win a copy of Irene's beautiful new children's poetry collection:



Wednesday, August 20, 2014

DMC: "Cock-a-doodle Flea" by Jan Gars




Cock-A-Doodle Flea

I yelled cock-a-doodle
Atop of his poodle
Who's sleeping right next to his head
But he can't hear my chant
'Cause I'm small as an ant
So maybe I'll bite him instead

– Jan Gars, all rights reserved


Lori Degman has challenged us to wake Farmer McPeeper.  If you would like to join in the animal antics, write a stanza in the same style as COCK-A-DOODLE OOPS! (click HERE for details) and send to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

All participants will be rounded up for an end-of-month hoedown on August 29th and entered to win a personalized copy of Lori's delightful new picture book:



Wednesday, July 23, 2014

DMC: "'Twas the Day Before Pesach" by Jan Gars




‘Twas the Day Before Pesach

'Twas the day before Pesach, and all through the shul,
Not a rabbi was stirring, they were at Hebrew school;
In the basement below that my zayde had leased,
My bubbe and tante set a Passover feast.

The yids were all coming! There’s aunt Jo and aunt Sophie,
Then Zelda schlepped in with her mensch, such a trophy.
Cousin Ann couldn’t make it because of a job,
When she started to dress, her nose started to throb.

My sister is making the matzo ball soup,
About fifteen quarts to feed this large group.
Then to the bank, I fly in a flash,
To finance this simcha, we needed more cash!

The herbs and the bitters were put by the sink;
The gefilte fish Jo brought had started to stink.
Shari was gagging until she would wretch
Then she started complaining, oy vey, what a kvetch.

Aunt Margie said Milty, the family sinner,
Had chutzpah by bringing a shiksa to dinner.
Uncle Brucey is dancing and doing his schtick,
While cussing in Yiddish and twirling his stick.

The sun’s going down and it’s time for the Seder,
But Murry’s not here, is he coming later?
Then there’s a clatter outside of the door,
And out of a Caddy steps Murray and four.

Now Shlomo, now Moisha, now Sara, now Irv,
Der tate oysn oyg, stepping off of the curve;
Shlomo has macaroons, Mo’s in magenta,
Sara “the kibitz”– she’s such a yenta.

Then there is Murry, a jolly soul he,
Twinkling eyes and plump as can be;
He had a round face and a belly that shook,
Mogen David in one hand and the other, a Nook.

He sat at the table and started to read.
The Nook was in Hebrew, “now follow my lead.”
A modernized Jew, I think it’s an omen,
But where has he hidden this year’s Afikomen?

“The meshugganah pharaoh would not let us leave,
Then God told old Moses he had to believe;
So ten plagues were given the ancient Egyptians.”
Mazel tov Moses for your Bible inscriptions!

We pray and we eat the unleavened breads,
With kosher tradition embossed in our heads.
Then he made a toast, as he took his last bite:
"L’chaim to all, and to all a good night!"


GLOSSARY: 

Afikomen: a piece of matzo that's traditionally hidden

bubbe: grandma

Caddy: Cadillac

chutzpah: a lot of nerve

"Der tate oysn oyg": Just like his father

gefilte fish: a jellied type of fish 

kibitz: gossip

kosher: adhering to Jewish culinary laws

"L'chaim": "To life" (good wishes for well-being)

matzo: unleavened bread

Mazel tov: an expression of congratulations

mensch: a decent and honorable person

meshugganah: off-kilter or crazy

Mogen David: Star of David

"oy vey, what a kvetch": "woe is me, what a complainer"

Pesach: Passover

schlepped: dragged

schtick: an attention-getting gimmick or act

Seder: ceremonial Passover dinner

shiksa: a derogatory term for a non-Jewish female

shul: Jewish temple

simcha: celebration

tante: aunt

yenta: a woman who is a gossip or busybody

yid: slang for a Yiddish person

zayde: grandpa


Tamera Will Wissinger has challenged us to come up with a parody or tribute poem this month.  (Click HERE for details.) If you would like to join in the fun, send your poem to TodaysLittleDitty (at) gmail (dot) com or use the contact form in the sidebar to the right.

All participants will be rounded up on July 25th 
and entered to win a copy of Tamera's delightful new picture book, 
THIS OLD BAND.



Wednesday, May 28, 2014

DMC: "Drip Drop" & "Prisms" by Jan Gars



Drip Drop

Dear Pop, 
Drip drop, drip drop
The faucet will not stop.
The plumber's truck is in the shop.
Please mop.


***
Prisms

Dewdrops
Prisms glisten
Clinging to wildflowers
Capture morning light, emitting
Rainbows


© 2014 Jan Gars.  All rights reserved.


Laura Purdie Salas has challenged us to come up with a water-themed cinquain this month.  (Click HERE for details.)  If you would like to be in the running for a copy of Laura's new book, WATER CAN BE..., use the contact form in the sidebar to the right to send me your splashtastic poem!