Join Anthony Orozco on Zoom—Thursday, January 7th, 2021, at 6 pm EST.

 

Join Anthony Orozco on Zoom!


When: Thursday, January 7th, 2021, at 6 pm EST


Where: TinyURL.com/VirtualBard to reach us on Zoom


If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042


And below is a sample poem from our featured poet:

 

GLASS

some call them/
Prince Rupert’s drops/
others say/ Batavian tears/
molten glass/ severed and drowned/
in frigid waters/ cut me while I’m hot/
 steal all of my warmth/ and I take new
shape/ a teardrop/ one end smooth/
and nearly indestructible/ and
the other end/ a fragile wisp/
like a trip wire/ hidden
in the tall grass/
it can trigger
me to burst/
into sharp
blades
/ so be
careful
now/
with
    how    
you
tou
ch
m
e

 

And here is a video of Anthony Orozco offering a poem to the world.

 

Join Sylvia Dianne "Ladi Di" Beverly on Zoom—Thursday, December 3rd, 2020, at 6 pm EST.

Join Sylvia Dianne "Ladi Di" Beverly on Zoom!


When: Thursday, December 3rd, 2020, at 6 pm EST


Where: TinyURL.com/VirtualBard to reach us on Zoom


If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042


And below is a sample poem from our featured poet:

 

Ancient Oaks

Emerald Green Moss
  of Ancient Oaks
Curved arches lined
  Enchanted Forest
 Wondering hour of natural
    ceremonies
Animals running wild at night
  hiding out in still of autumn
  afternoon.  
Come out, come out, creatures
  of night.  
 I will not walk alone in stillness
   of day
Mystic varied colored leaves
  are forever in sight.
Texture of moss, I do not want
  to feel or even see up close.
Is this my imagination running
  wild or is it really real?

Join Theresa Rodriguez on Zoom—Thursday, October 1st, 2020 at 6 pm.

 

Join Theresa Rodriguez on Zoom!


When: Thursday, October 1st, 2020 at 6 pm


Where: TinyURL.com/VirtualBard to reach us on Zoom


If required, please enter the Meeting ID 759 062 6042


And below is a sample poem from our featured poet: 

 

My Journal

Within my world there is a sacred place,
Where I can hide and then reveal my heart;
Where thoughts and feelings go, and become art;
It is a sanctuary, hallowed space.
Creating something new and touched with grace,
I put my mind to pen, and then impart
My soul's outpourings through my mind, to start,
Then show my whole raw self with open face.

And when complete, I then perfect my words,
And get them ready for the world to see;
I take them from these pages, then display
Them out for those who read, and hear. This girds
Me up for naked vulnerability.
Indeed, I offer all I am this way.