Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

A Review of “Poet”: Forty Poems by Paul Gerard Dextraze

Paul Gerard Dextraze has self-published a book of his forty poems. Originally the purpose of his book was to preserve them as a legacy for his grandchildren and great-grandchildren. However, as he began to share his writing with his friends he was encouraged to publish his work for the enjoyment of others. He sought out beautiful photographs to complement the subjects of his poems, obtained permission from the photographers to share them, and printed up his book. The purpose of the book was to share his gift with others as a blessing.

Paul’s poems follow the traditional rhyme with rhythm. Most of the poems are in quadrants, either with rhyming couplets or with every other line rhyming with each other. I found this to be a refreshing change from the often confusing ramble of non-traditional poetry. There is even a poem on “Modern Poetry” that discusses this pet-peeve of classic poets.

The poems are on a multitude of topics that hit the high and low notes of every emotion. The humourous poems made me laugh out loud. The sad poems bring tears to the eye but, unlike the poems of Robert Frost, they still have an undercurrent of joy.

Section I, entitled “Humour”, discusses the writing of poetry, animals, aliens, and chastity (in a play of words entitled “Unchased Virgin”). The last of these is followed up by a cartoon in the back of the book in which a reader, puzzled, asks, “Doesn’t he know how to spell ‘Unchaste’? Oh wait - I get it!”

Section II, “Nature”, is a collection of lovely poems about various animals, accompanied by colorful photographs. Even my three-year-old was delighted by them. With the author’s permission, I quote the shortest of them…

A Northern Cardinal Visits a Fool (By Paul Gerard Dextraze)

December rose, I dare to ask
The reason why you wear a mask –
To shield your eyes when snows are bright?
Chip! He says, and takes to flight.


Section III, “Sorrow”, delves into Christ’s life and death, and personal pain. Section IV, “Grief” is composed of some tear-wrenching poems about the loss of a child. Section V, “God’s Love”, shares the omnipresence of God throughout our trials. Section VI, “Rejoicing”, celebrates autumn and Christ’s sacrifice. Section VII, “ Romantic Love”, brings to mind Shakespearean love poetry; it includes a chaste look at marital love. Section VIII, “Love of Child”, covers both the joy of a parent in his or her child and the sorrow of a child who has passed on. Section IX, “In Defense of Babies”, has both an anti-abortion poem and a poem rejoicing in pregnancy.

Anyone interested in this quality book of poetry may email Paul at callmedex@comcast.net for the free pdf. A limited number of free hard-copies of his book are available for serious poetry fans.

The picture above is taken from the cover of the poetry book. This picture was taken by Fred Walsh and is copyrighted to him. The link for this picture of the northern male cardinal is http://fredwalshphotos.blogspot.com/2009/03/northern-cardinal-male.html

For more of Fred Walsh’s beautiful photographs of birds, please visit his picture blog at http://fredwalshphotos.blogspot.com/

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Morning Run


Morning Run
Elizabeth K. Miller

I awaken with thoughts
of things to do today
I try to shut them out
but sleep will not return
I look out through the blinds
The morning star is visible
In the dark sky turning pink
I stretch on several layers
of comfortable clothing
Pull on my favorite old sneakers
Take from a drawer my MP3
Open the front door
Step out into the cold air
and stretch
I start immediately
Up a hill
And feel the exhilaration of adrenaline
Pumping through my body
Towards the top of the hill
My calves begin to burn
But no matter
The pumping music
Keeps me going
Around the block
And to the second hill
Now I feel like I can
Keep going forever
The week ahead of me
Beckons with hope
It feels great to be alive
Then around the last bend
Where I start to slow down
Just in time,
I think,
My body can’t take much more
And home again
To the smell of
Freshly brewed coffee.

Monday, June 8, 2009

A Poem at MWLM

Today I am reposting a poem over at Mom Writers Literary Magazine blog that I wrote in 1997 and that first appeared here in February 2009.

Thursday, May 21, 2009

The World as I See It

Slipping in and out of consciousness
The day just happens by
Familiar faces come and go
Happy voices chatter
And sibling quarrels break out
Strong arms gather me
To warm bodies
Pleasant smells drift
As the dinner bell rings
I nuzzle mother’s breast
And drink her warm milk

Poem Copyright 2006 - Elizabeth Kathryn Gerold-Miller
Picture Copyright 2006 - Joanna Stephanie Gerold-Cummings

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A Poem for my Firstborn (1997)


Unblinking brilliant blues
Sparkle with joy
And green, lively hues.
Happy, friendly, never coy,
Your arms outstretched
And ready for play.
This picture of you is etched
In my mind night and day.
You stretch your strong legs,
Clenching your little fists.
You laugh as the puppy begs,
And giggle as she finally sits.
You look for your adoring Dad,
And smile when he comes near.
You seem never to be sad,
My sweet little baby dear.

Elizabeth Kathryn Miller, 1997

Monday, February 2, 2009

Poem in MWLM Blog

I am now a regular contributor to Mom Writers Literary Magazine Blog. Read my poem "Ten Months" here.

Friday, May 30, 2008

Serendipity

Serendipity: the faculty for making desirable discoveries by accident (Horace Walpole so named a faculty possessed by the heroes of a tale called The Three Princes of Serendip) – Webster’s

This is one of my favorite words, but how often does it happen?
Perhaps it happens to some people more often because they are looking for it. . .

Serendipity
By Elizabeth Kathryn Gerold-Miller

Fate ?
Fortune ?
Destiny ?
(She meets her true love one day.)

Good luck ?
Karma ?
Coincidence ?
(She finds the talents God has gifted her.)

Auspicious -
Providential -
Serendipitous -
(She grows a baby within.)

Knock at the door –
(Knock, knock. . .
Who is it?)
It shall be opened.

Seek –
(Eyes open wide,
unblinking)
And ye shall find.

Ask –
(I know I don’t deserve it,
but please)
And it shall be given.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Ten Months


One –
A glimmer of uncertainty
A shadow of hope
A secret that is too hard to keep
An idea stirs of mystery deep

Two –
Medical science confirms
The answer is concrete
Appetite ebbs like the tide
This truth that cannot be denied

Three –
Practicality comes to call
With all its earthly concerns
Congratulatory calls and notes
Come as Grandmother gloats

Four –
Energy abounds
As life stirs amazingly within
Friends say that you have a glow
As your tummy begins to grow

Five –
Proudly you walk
At pregnancy’s peak
Your curves bring sly smiles
As you pass through subway turn-styles

Six –
You fall in love
With a sonar image
And crave chocolate malts
As she turns somersaults

Seven –
You start counting weeks
Until the great day
You can hardly wait
For that confinement date

Eight –
Sleep evades
As he kicks all night
Your extra pounds
Make you waddle around

Nine –
Excitement and anxiety
Both ebb and wane
Stares and questions abound
Yes – you’re still around!

Ten –
A beautiful babe
Cradles in your arms
Looks at you in awe
A greater love you never saw!

"Ten Months" by Elizabeth Kathryn Miller, 2006
Picture of me at 8 months, June 2006

Thursday, August 9, 2007

An Infant's Dreams


Large lovely eyelids
close reluctantly.
You cuddle
in your cozy comforter.
In your dreams you dally
in fields of dainty daisies,
and frolic with furry doggies.
Your lips smile,
betraying your happy thoughts.
Do you think of playing
with Mommy and Daddy,
or drinking creamy milk,
while you grow in your serene sleep?
You look so beautiful
in your quiet slumber.

"An Infant's Dreams" by Elizabeth Kathryn Miller, 1997.
Photograph of my backyard daisy by Joanna Gerold, 2006.

Monday, August 6, 2007

An Infant's Perception of the World

Slipping in and out of consciousness
The day just happens by.
Familiar faces come and go,
Happy voices chatter,
And sibling quarrels break out.
Strong arms gather me
To warm bodies;
Pleasant smells drift
As the dinner bell rings;
I nuzzle mother’s breast
And drink her warm milk.


"The World as I See it"
By Elizabeth Kathryn Miller

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Little Hands


Little Hands
By Elizabeth Kathryn Miller

Little Hands
Tightly grasp
A tiny piece
Of her world.
A piece of cloth,
A finger,
A pacifier ring,
Or the air;
Each has something
To tactily tell
Her a small bit
About this earth.



Pictured:
“Hope: Baby Hands and Feet”
By Laura Monahan