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 JIM DUNLAP (Rhyme Master) Jim is in the Marquis, Who's Who In America and will be in the Marquis Who's Who In The World in it's next edition as well. He is also in the Directory of American Poets and Fiction Writers. His list of publications include "Candelabrum", "Plainsongs" and the "Paris/ Atlantic"; and he is now (or has been) online at "Die Niderngasse", "Poetry Repair Shop", "Midnight Edition" and Poetry Life & Times". He is a resident poet, and an Alpha poet at the Poet's Porch, and has had about six hundred poems published to date. He has been in the Writer's Digest top 100 three times, although he doesn't usually enter their contests any more, as their entry fees have gone out of sight. However, he has decided to send a single poem this time. He is currently the newsletter editor for the Des Moines Area Writers' Network.
His work also appears online at:
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A GRIFFIN PROFILE OF BARE-BREASTED WOMEN © Jim Dunlap |
 RICHARD VALLANCE About Richard Vallance. Born in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, March 11th., 1945, Richard Vallance, H.B.A., M.L.S, is fluently bilingual in English and French, and reads Spanish and Italian, ancient Greek and Latin well. He wrote his first major poem at the age of 18, in 1963. For years, Richard wrote mainly in the field of Library and Information Science. At Chicago, in October, 1983, he won the $1,000 Data Courier Award for Excellence in Online Published Papers. Poetry: Richard has composed over 2,500 poems. In 1998, he published his first full book of poetry, A Quilt of Sonnets: Forty Four Familiar Poems, Ottawa: Providence Road Press, © 1998. 56 pp. ISBN 1-896243-07-x. In February, 2001, Richard founded his first poetry discussion group, Describe Adonis, for sonneteers. All of Richard's poetry groups have now been transferred to Smartgroups (UK), under the banner The New Pleiades = la nouvelle Pléiade. Richard's world class poetry page is Poesie’s laissez-faire Faire Foire, which showcases over 40 poets worldwide. PLFFF features sonnets, haiku, contemporary and historical poetry, and grants the monthly Prix laissez-faire Faire Foire Award . PLFFF is a member of Phenomenal Men of The Web: Arts & Humanities. Richard is the Editor of 3 Canadian poetry E-Zines, accessible here, Poetry Journals. Since September, 2001, Richard has been the poetry reviewer for Poetry Life and Times, which features the monthly Vallance Review. He is also regular contributor to the same E-Zine. Richard is also often featured with the U.S. Amerindian E-Zine, Autumn Leaves and in the US print poetry journal, The Neovictorian/Cochlea (Madison, Wisconsin). CD-ROM Books: 1. 10 of Richard's poems were included in Millennium Dawn, Kedco Studios Press, Las Vegas, NV, © 2002 ISBN 1-878431-38-2. CONTACT: Richard Vallance (Coolgoose.ca) |
The Coleridge Haiku © Richard Vallance 2004Just last night, I had the great good fortune to read some excerpts from Samuel Taylor Coleridge's (1772-1834) "Anima Poetae" (The Spirit of the Poet), in which I discovered, somewhat to my amazement, that he had penned several verses of 25 syllables or less. These are, of course, mere poetical musings of one of the World's great Romantic poets, but what is really astonishing is that these little snippets can be easily recast as haiku. And that is what I have done with quite few. What follows in each case is first Samuel Taylor Coleridge's poetic meditation, as it were, followed by my adapted haiku in parallel English and French versions, for which I remain forever grateful to the great bard! In the near future, I shall be actively looking out for similar delectable aphorisms from other great poets, such as John Keats and Percy Bysshe Shelley. I am quite sure many of these will be quite amenable to being recreated as truly modern haiku. 1 Samuel Taylor Coleridge (1772-1834) "The Pine Tree blasted at the top was applied by Swift to himself as a prophetic emblem of his own decay." Richard Vallance 2004 Pine tree, your crest's sheared off, some prophecy of a haikuist's death? Vieux pin, ta crête tondue, est-elle prophétie d'un poète mort ? 2 STC "The Chestnut is a fine shady tree, and its wood excellent, were it not that it dies away at the heart first. Alas! poor me!" RV Woe is me, chestnut tree, though I shade you, soon I die at heart! Lors que moi, le chêne, je t'ombrage, que veux-tu, je meurs sous peu ! 3 STC "Leaves of trees upturned by the stirring wind in twilight, -- an image of paleness, wan affright. RV The twilight winds whirl rustling dead red leaves, pale images of fear. Vers le crépuscule la bise tourbillonne les feuilles trépassées de peur. 4 STC "Slanting pillars of misty light moved along under the sun hid by the clouds." (18 syllables) RV By dusk what light's illuminated clouds amassed into haiku? Vers le crépuscule quelle lumière enlumine l'amas des nuages ? 5 STC "The sunny mist, the luminous gloom of Plato." RV How be the illumined mists cast over Plato's luminous gloom? Quels brouillards illuminés illuminent la nuit de Platon ? 6 STC "A child scolding a flower in the words in which he had been himself scolded and whipped, is poetry, -- passion past with pleasure." RV My child, as soon as scolded, scolds a rose, passion's muted pleasure. L'enfant fustigé s'en va fustiger la rose, plaisir et passion ! 7 STC "I addressed a butterfly on the pea-blossom thus, "Beautiful Psyche, soul of a blossom, that art visiting and over thy former friends whom thou hast left!" RV Psyche's goldleaf child, Monarch on a pea blossom, would you leave your friends? Papillon doré, vas-tu laisser la fleur-de-lys et tes vieux amis ? © by/ par Richard Vallance April 29 = le 29 avril 2004My Carousel Home is:
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Jan Sand in New York
JAN SAND, poet and illustrator from New York (now residing in Helsinki), is a regular contributor to Poetry Life & Times and the newsgroup alt.arts.poetry.comments. A great deal of his work is about animals, or science fiction. Recently Jan was published by Kedco Studios Artist Profile Press, on their latest CD ROM e-book, "A Way With Words (Poetry Real and Surreal), which also includes complete books by Dale Houstman, Sara L. Russell and Keith Gabriel Hendricks. Jan's illustrated book on the CD is called "Wild Figments And Odd Conjectures", which is also sold separately, in a limited-edition "single" CD.
To see an illustrated article about Jan's poems, visit the November '98 issue of Poetry Life & Times, and scroll down past the Editor's Letter. He also has his own poetry pages on Charlotte's Web at Artvilla.
At night the small awakening Clogged with strange fleeting dream Leaves a tangled puzzled mind Unsure of what may only seem To be the real solidity. The blanket cover, Blackened room Where uncertainty can hover. A quasi, unsure sense of doom. Was it just a moment since I walked a twisted cobbled street? Difficult to convince. The memory is incomplete. The looming architecture fades - I was distressed - but about what? The buildings with their colonnades - Temples? Courts? That or not? What did I fear - what expect? Just a minute has passed by. Something had to be done. But for what - and why? So now, I must sleep again To dissolve the now and here. I don’t like this - I have no choice. Who will I be? I’m filled with fear. GULL © Jan Sand
Scooting on a breeze, Aware Of every puff of errant air, This feathered engine Rides the atmosphere, Delights in flights To utilize its gear. Piercing through its silent soar With needle screeches, Sharp cat cries, thrown before. It loops and swoops And then, With smug ease in aeronautics, Disdainful of earthbound men, It hangs, nailed Into place, Congealing time, Freezing space. EVALUATION © Jan Sand
From sperm and egg, two points of view, We joined in enterprise, Proliferating from those two To macroscopic size. Our children, now, are multiskilled In industries complex. We could have been a bird, big billed, Or tyrannosaurus rex. But our scheme was more restricted In our body plan. Our aim, there, was well predicted So we ended up as man. This thing, I must well admit Functions fairly well. It eats, it thinks, its clothes still fit - At least for a spell. With modest meals, I think that it Could keep a decent waist. By exercise and vegetables Its growth won’t be disgraced. To cut down on digestables May require will To deflate expandables With culinary skill. The thinking part way up on top Can sometimes be a pain. Its cogitations never stop. Dispensing with the brain Might make operation better, clear, Far less complicated. That space between either ear Could then be allocated To keeping pets - a mouse or bat, A nest of active ants. Or perhaps, under a hat, Shade addicted plants. But, I guess, we’re stuck with brains, Which, at end, might make For economic, social gains. Finally, for goodness sake, The thing might yield good sense On just the right occasion. A small but pleasing recompense For intellect invasion.
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