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Poetry 101 – A Collection Of Favorites

  • Poetry Collection Cover. SMD

The House Was Quiet And The World Was Calm
Unfortunate Coincidence
I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Great
One Perfect Rose
I Am

Unfortunate Coincidence

By the time you swear you’re his,
Shivering and sighing,
And he vows his passion is
Infinite, undying –
Lady, make a note of this:
One of you is lying.
Dorothy Parker

Mr. Otto Pfeiff shared his love of poetry with enthusiasm, laughter, and unadulterated adoration. His smile was infectious. He was a slender man, full of energy and eagerness. He taught from The Norton Anthology of Poetry, Third Edition. Over 1400 pages of rhyme and reason. Amazon actually lists the entire contents.

This assignment may have been the final for the class.

  • Mauve one inch 3-ring binder, check.
  • Black construction paper
  • Mauve linen resume paper
  • Watercolors (cheap)
  • Watercolor paper (cheapest)
  • Typewriter
  • Brushes

I don’t remember why I chose these particular poems. Some I remember with affection. Some may have made an impression when Mr. Pfeiff read them. Many are about love or romance. At the time, I was alone in the big city, Denver. Starting school where I knew no one. My boyfriend had just joined the Marines and was out of state. So yes, I was likely lonely and pining.

I do remember having to type several of these over, there was no “mauve” wite-out. Haha. And I remember being frustrated with the watercolor paper. It was really awful. This may have been the first time I painted in watercolor. Certainly looks it. Haha.

This post is more for myself. A record to look back on. I think you will enjoy it. Last year, I had the goal of scanning documents and photos. Digital records, in case of fire. In March I started organizing those files. Cleaning the scans if needed, naming, and sorting. I thought this might be worth a share.

I wanted to do a fancy animated slideshow with fading transitions and possibly even music. HA! Laughing at myself. After more than a week, this is where I am at. It’s been too long since I made a video, and Photoshop has apparently changed things around. After finally getting everything just right, I could not figure out how to save it correctly. Haha! And none of the Youtube videos bothered with that little detail.

Somehow I ended up with over 2400 separate documents!!! Yikes! Haha! I will try again at some point. After my brain has recovered. It was so easy before. Sigh.

There are links to each of the poems. If you are so inclined. If it is raining, or the electricity has gone out. Haha. I know even with being stuck at home, there is a never-ending to-do list. If you are a lover of words, and writing, poems, and poets, Chandra Lynn has been sharing wonderful works. She is a wonderful friend and an excellent educator.
Happy National Poetry Month!

Happy, Healthy, Blessed weekend!

There Was A Lady Sweet And Kind
Platonic Love
I Being Born A Woman And Distressed
When You Are Old
Sudden Light

Sudden Light

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell:
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.

You have been mine before,—
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turn’d so,
Some veil did fall,—I knew it all of yore.

Has this been thus before?
And shall not thus time’s eddying flight
Still with our lives our love restore
In death’s despite,
And day and night yield one delight once more?
Dante Gabriel Rossetti

She Walks In Beauty
To His Coy Mistress
We Wear The Mask
Talking In Bed
The Road Not Taken

We Wear The Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.

Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.

We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!
Paul Laurence Dunbar

Since Feeling Is First
When We Two Parted
Boy At The Window

Boy At The Window

Seeing the snowman standing all alone
In dusk and cold is more than he can bear.
The small boy weeps to hear the wind prepare
A night of gnashings and enormous moan.
His tearful sight can hardly reach to where
The pale-faced figure with bitumen eyes
Returns him such a God-forsaken stare
As outcast Adam gave to paradise.

The man of snow is, nonetheless, content,
Having no wish to go inside and die.
Still, he is moved to see the youngster cry.
Though frozen water is his element,
He melts enough to drop from one soft eye
A trickle of the purest rain, a tear
For the child at the bright pane surrounded by
Such warmth, such light, such love, and so much fear.
Richard Wilbur

Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.
T. S. Eliot

Painting is silent poetry, and poetry is painting that speaks. Plutarch

In all my work, in the movies I write, the lyrics,
the poetry, the prose, the essays,
I am saying that we may encounter many defeats –
maybe it’s imperative that we encounter the defeats –
but we are much stronger than we appear to be
and maybe much better than we allow ourselves to be. Human beings are more alike than unalike.
Maya Angelou

Easter Eve

Quick flower from 2016, 4 x 4. © Sheila Delgado.
Quick flower from 2016, 4 x 4. © Sheila Delgado.

Something old (above), and something very new. Green Gold leaves sprouting!

Wishing you a JOY filled, Blessed Easter!
May the Lord lift up your heart, at Easter and always.

Where flowers bloom, so does hope.
Lady Bird Johnson

Let the resurrection JOY lift us
from loneliness and weakness and despair
to strength and beauty and happiness.
Floyd W. Tomkins

Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection,
not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime.
Martin Luther

I still believe in Santa, the Easter Bunny,
the Tooth Fairy, and true love.
Don’t even try to tell me different.
Dolly Parton

Conjunction Junction – A Digital Daytrip

Three Little Blooms, 4 x 6 watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.
Three Little Blooms, 4 x 6 watercolor on Arches 140 lb. cold-pressed paper. © 2020 Sheila Delgado.

Grab a cuppa and a muffin, this is a long one. 🙂

It’s time for Jennifer Belthoff’s Love Notes postcard exchange. Woo Whoo! This takes place four times a year. For this round, the option was given to use snail mail or email. For three weeks my postcard partner and I will exchange emails based on a writing prompt. But you know me, I want to send painted postcards. I plan to send the originals when it is safe to be out and about.

I sent an ecard greeting to my partner earlier this week, the prompt was, “Together”. This is what came to mind.

Good Morning!
Together we can welcome Spring,
All of nature’s pretty things.
The plants, the animals,
the sun, the sky.
The birds above,
as they fly by.

Wishing you a JOY filled day!

The tree in front has buds. I swear they were not there yesterday, and today they are. Bright green-gold buds!


Big Train, Little Trains, Cows and a Starship

I’ve been meaning to share this, but as it turns out this is the perfect time for it. Are you up for a mini-virtual day trip?

Early in March, we visited the Scottsdale Railroad Museum. We walked through the Peoria Depot and learned about the Merci Trains. The Presidential Roald Amundsen Pullman Car was next. Below are a few of the photos I took. Follow the link to watch a very interesting video on the history. It’s a short one.

Bedroom Roald Amundsen Pullman Car
Bedroom Roald Amundsen Pullman Car

They have a glass partition in the dining area for protection. Here is a floorplan. It is for the Ferdinand Magellan, but the layout is pretty much the same.

Roald Amundsen Pullman Car
Dining, Roald Amundsen Pullman Car
Sitting Area, Roald Amundsen Pullman Car
Sitting Area, Roald Amundsen Pullman Car
President Roosevelt
President Roosevelt

Next up was the 10,000 square foot model railroad building. WOW! I never knew there were so many different sizes of model trains! I took lots of photos until my phone died. But somehow I managed to get only one good shot of a moving train. Haha. Most of my images were of the miniature cityscapes.

First up a huge globe.

Big train, little train
Big train, little train

Had to laugh at the lego cacti.


Throughout the exhibit, there are orange hands you can touch to activate the displays. The spaceship rose out of the crater. Cue the Twilight music. Do do do do, do do do do.

Ready for take-off.
Ready for take-off.

Goodbye Santa Fe!

Santa Fe
Santa Fe

My photos don’t do justice to the displays. There was so much to see. In every direction. There is more information here and each gauge group has a link to better photos and even some videos as well. The whole time I was writing this post, the Conjunction Junction song was in my head. Anyone else remember Schoolhouse Rock?

I hope you enjoyed the trip! And if that isn’t enough to fill an afternoon, take a look at the world’s tiniest model train! WOWzers!

Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil.
Bishop Reginald Heber

Wishing you JOY and good health!
Stay safe friends!