NEWSY NOTE FROM CAROL DEE
(Don't discard old poems. Revise and recycle! Carol Dee did, and see what happened? Editor)
Even though Pat (husband) is getting
better, the better he does, the less time I
have . . .
I am digging out some of my old stuff
because I don't have time to write anything
new, and it has paid off for me. June, July,
and August were very good to me
I had two poems and a second
place, then published in Light of the Stars
out of Texas… two poems published in The
Poetry Explosion . . . two poems published
in Pennessence. . . two poems published in
The Sylvan. . . all out of Pennsylvania, , , ,
I got an article and a poem about my
mom's death, published in a book called
Hope after Grief, and it can be purchased
online. I won a contest at the Sonnet of the
Month online site, and it is published there,
got a real nice plaque with my poem on it
as a prize.
Then, another sonnet about AIR, placed
at the 2012 Writers---Editors Network
International Writing Competition. I got a
poem published, and it is online, at the
Oklahoma Review. I won second place at
The Bruised Peach, and it is published
online; got a gift card from Amazon.com.
I won 2012 White Buffalo Peace Pipe
Award at the annual NATIVE
AMERICAN POET LAUREATE
CONTEST, and three poems published in
this book.
I won Honor Scroll Award at the SPL
Contest and that poem is published in
Golden Words. . . I won second place at the
Oklahoma contest in July, and my three
usual Honorable Mentions at their contest
in August. I will take them as well.
I got a poem published in the San
Antonio Poetry Fair anthology. . . was so
thrilled and honored. I got ten haikus
published in the New Mexico Small Canyon
Anthology. , ,and nine poems published in
Poet's Forum.
I feel blessed beyond measure, as
writing keeps me sane with Pat's issues.
Even though Pat is getting better, the better
he does, the less time I have unless I stay
up late at night, and sometimes that catches
up with me also. . .thank you all for being
my poetry pals and for all your prayers,
kindness, and love.
Carol Dee Meeks,
Tulsa, Oklahoma
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HURRICANE SANDY JUST HAD TOO MUCH TO SAY
Prose Poem
Hurricane Sandy came on her way, and reaped death and
destruction that will last many a day. She took a huge bite of the
New Jersey Shore, and made sure it will never be as it was
before. From Atlantic City north past Asbury Park, she left many
inhabitants destitute and in the dark.
Not satisfied with what she did to the shore, she moved inland
bent on destruction that will last forever more. She hit many an
inland city, hamlet, and town, as if seeking revenge so her name
could ever live in renown. She knocked out power grids, and
one could hear sounds, as poles and transformers came crashing
down.
She ripped down many a roof and uprooted thousands of trees ,
as if to say,” I can darn well do as I please.” She caused many a
life to be turned around, and life as many people knew it will
never again be found.
She caused rivers and streams to flow over their bounds, and
rampaged on as if there were no one else around. When the tide
went out and one looked to see, things were no longer in their
place as they used to be.
Homes, boats, cars, and trucks were stacked up as never before;
it’s as if Sandy had decided to go to war. Neighborhoods were
devastated and were lost in a blink; it happened so fast those in
power had no time to think.
Utility companies, social services, hospitals, nursing homes and
schools were brought to their knees, many people asked Sandy,
”Why did you do this to me?
Governor Christy made a tour and to his dismay , nothing he
could do or say seemed to save the day. He was taken in by
Sandy’s shock and awe, and had to order the State Police and
National Guard to enforce the law. Even the President came to
encourage one and all, but after seeing all the destruction even he
was visually appalled.
Most lost everything with nothing to spare, it was quite obvious
that this monster named Sandy just didn’t care. She affected
everyone, the rich and the poor, the old lame, and sick even those
who could endure.
Not satisfied letting things be, she had to add some icing to
prolong the misery. She ushered in a Northeastern Storm without
a second thought , adding sixty mile an hour winds, some rain,
and sleet and topped it off with a snow storm that was in places
over two feet.
Rebuilding will be done as it usually is, but how does one replace
memories , hopes ,and dreams that should have forever lived?
We should pray for the unfortunate particularly those poor souls
who have died, however, if I could talk to God I would ask him
the following questions: Why? Why? Why?
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