Biography of Practicing Poetess
Biography of Practicing Poetess
As best she remembers, Practicing Poetess wrote her first poem at about the age of seven. Her mother saved a copy of some early childhood poetry, written in crayon, in her baby album. Practicing Poetess has written on-and-off since then, over the years. She takes her inspiration from a myriad of sources, including but not limited to her own thoughts and experiences, the experiences of others, and her very fertile imagination! As of this date, she has been a member of Poem Hunter for 6 months, and was selected for Member Poem of the Day on Friday 23rd June,2017, and again on Wednesday 25th October,2017. She was also just recently chosen for Member Poem of the Day on Wednesday 27 March,2019. This Bio badly needs updating.
How did she become a member on Poem Hunter?
From January 2017 through July 2017, Practicing Poetess's poems were read aloud weekly on Poetry Night over a radio station broadcasting from the UK. The Radio Presenter who hosted this programme has been off sick since July, and his show has been discontinued for the foreseeable future. The Presenter would read aloud either original poetry submitted, or famous classic poetry. On the rare occasions when she had no original poetry to submit, Practicing Poetess would use the Poem Hunter site to research well-known traditional poets. Once she made the commitment to take her writing seriously like a job for the radio station, her poetry PROLIFERATED! Awash in poetry, she made the discovery that she could create an account at Poem Hunter and begin submitting her own poetry there, as well. That's when she branched out, and began writing on a variety of topics.
Writing so much for the UK station and for PoemHunter has led to one of her poems becoming the lyrics for a composed song. But until it is recorded and performed by someone famous, she refuses to let the cat out of the bag, because it is still in the early stages! She is the lyricist, and collaborated with another composer.
Previous to being read aloud over the UK radio station, Practicing Poetess briefly read some of her work aloud over an open microphone at a Writers Group. Prior to this, she was a member of a sit-down Writers Group which met once a month in a church meeting room.
She writes song lyrics, her own greeting card poems, and particularly enjoys composing birthday poems for special people on their day, and presenting the poems to them as gifts.
Most recently, she has become involved with an art gallery which invites a writers' centre to peruse the art, and then to write poetry to accompany the various works of art. Owing in part to her long-standing relationship with this art gallery, the manager asked her to submit several of her poems to be studied by the artists, who will then create paintings corresponding to her poetry!
Practicing Poetess Poems
Newly Fallen Rain
Raindrops glistening on tree leaves Like diamonds in the sun, Tiny little rivulets Of water on the run,
The Good Poets Come Out At Night
There must be something In the moon's soft glow That causes our Creative juices to flow.
Heart And Soul
So many things to say, Not enough hours in the day. Please tell me all about you, I'd like to tell you about me, too.
Lovely Way To Die / Second Chances
What a lovely way to die In the arms of the one who loves you Some must die alone; No lie For they have no one to hold onto.
The Sound Of Peace
The sound of peace, so sweet, Is not silence. The sound of peace Is words of comfort
You're The Best Part Of Me
You're black coffee; I'm the cream I am waking; You're the dream I am Venus; You are Mars You're the sky; I am your stars.
My eyes are blue, And his are brown. His hands are tan, While mine are pink.
Love On Mars: (Love At First Blip)
People speak of love at first sight With Vampires, it's love at first bite But what's it like, beyond the stars, To fall in love on planet Mars?
Broken Arms And Hearts
I'd rather have a broken arm Than a broken heart. A broken arm will mend itself Without too many scars.
If She Had Lived
She'd probably be Daddy's girl All smiles for you, as she jumped and twirled Perhaps she'd even have your curls, If she had lived.
No, I'm Drunk
Would you breathe into this tube? The policeman asked the man Who'd been weaving in the traffic, Causing many traffic jams.
Hero No More
Mum used to be her hero, The person she most admired. To grow up to be just like Mum Was all her girl desired.
When Grey Days Outnumber The Sunny
When darkness is plentiful, Or pain is abundant, It seems hope is silent As you soldier on.
Friendship And Love
Friendship and Love, Both alike in some ways. Their similarities Simply amaze.
What are we doing to our eyesight
Living on computers, both day and night?
Will we go blind at an early age
Just because devices are all the rage?
Will we atrophy, and become fat
Because all day, before a computer we sat?
Will our social skills decline
Will we lose a free-thinking mind?
Will it be 'stimulus, response'