Poetry Is...#2 Poem by Roxanne Dubarry

Poetry Is...#2



Poetry is church bells chiming
Their joyful melodies.
Poetry is choirs
singing in perfect harmonies.
(Poetry is beautiful music to me.)

Poetry is beautiful music
To my ears.
Poetry brings laughter,
And causes tears.
(Poetry endures throughout the years.)

Poetry is young children kneeling
In bedtime prayers.
Poetry is watchful parents
Who truly care.
(And always try to be there.)

Poetry is beautiful flowers
(blooming in the merry month of May)
Poetry is birds singing (their love songs)
On a warm summer's day.

Poetry is the happy laughter
of children at play
(every single day.)
Poetry is watching sailboats
Gliding by on Port Gardener's Bay.

Wednesday, May 8, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: poetry
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I read a poem called 'Poetry is...' and set about writing my own versions. Where is Port Gardner's Bay? At the Everett Mariner's Port of Everett, the water flows freely into Port Gardiner's Bay.
What does Poetry mean to you and your family?

Completely unrelated: There are several neighbor hood groups in the City of Everett Washington, where I reside. The Port Gardiner's Neigbor hood association is one of them.

The organizations cooperates with our local city governement. Sometimes members in leadership poeitions are even appointed positions. Drew Nelson (deceased leader of the North west Neighbor hood Assocation.)

He was appointed to serve on the Port Commission City of Everett. He also was a friend of mine. When I lived in North west Everett, I also was a member of the Northwest Neighborhood Association.



Original version: January 22,1996
Revised version: May 08,2013

Orginal Version of Poetry is...

Poetry is church bells chiming
Their joyful melodies.
Poetry is choirs
Singing in perfect harmonies.

Poetry is beautiful music
To my ears.
Poetry brings laughter,
And causes tears.

Poetry is young children kneeling
In bedtime prayers.
Poetry is watchful parents who
truly care.

Poetry is beautiful flowers
Blooming in the month of May.
Poetry is birds singing
Happily on a warm's summer's dy.

Poetry is the happy laughter
Of children at play.
Poetry is watching sailboats
Gliding by on Port Gardener's Bay.

Love as always!
January 22,1996
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Leslie Philibert 10 May 2013

Who cares? the poem is unoriginal and dull. Try another hobby.

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Roxanne Dubarry

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Seattle, Washington
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