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poetree_admin ([personal profile] poetree_admin) wrote in [community profile] poetree2014-03-16 12:57 pm
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Sunday Picnic Under Silk Painted Parasols

alee_grrl

Sunday, every Sunday, let's have a community picnic. It's probably been a long week, and it's lovely to have a few minutes to sit back and relax and enjoy some good conversation in a less formal space. Feel free to bring something for the Picnic Basket - a poem you liked this week, a thought you had or something you experienced, or even something completely unrelated to poetry whatsoever that you just feel like sharing. Just take a moment to say hello, and maybe have a bite to eat; no one is going anywhere fast, and the shade promises some relief from the everyday heat. Let’s get to know each other a bit better, here under the branches of the poet’s tree.
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[personal profile] alexseanchai 2014-03-16 05:07 pm (UTC)(link)
SO CLOSE to being able to post my poems from class! Term ends Friday!
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shakespearean Macklemore

[personal profile] jjhunter 2014-03-17 11:38 am (UTC)(link)
Major kudos to [tumblr.com profile] reading-thoughts for their inspired rework of Macklemore's 'Thrift Shop' as 'Thrift Shoppe':
These tags I’ll pop, and boast in rhyming verse
that what I wear puts swagger in my gait;
though twenty shillings have I in my purse,
my self-esteem and manhood both inflate
when lofty furs I purchase for a cent.
Thy grandpa’s clothes are worthy salvage, though
they smell a trifle musty. Still, I spent
much less to dress myself from head to toe.

To save or not to save? The question’s moot.
I’ll never give my coin to high-street crooks.
These dusty shelves will yield their hidden loot
to those, like me, more frugal in their looks.
Like ancient coins washed up on distant shores,
I’ll find my treasures in these thrifty stores.