2012 ~ Helen Hagemann

Friday, December 28, 2012

Poem for the Day: The Shadow of You

The Shadow of You She has that look about her the one you envy- vogue shapes, fine lips, curves of beauty, head cocked to one side sashaying just ahead of you between thin and schema. Her caramel thighs dance and shine and you can almost catch her light as it falls on your oversized stretched lycra bike knees chasing the teasing shadow. At the top of the...

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Video: Som Sabadell Flashmob: Joyful, Joyful, we adore thee!

Published on 31 May 2012 On the 130th anniversary of the founding of Banco Sabadell we wanted to pay homage to our city by means of the campaign "Som Sabadell" (We are Sabadell) . This is the flashmob that we arranged as a final culmination with the participation of 100 people from the Vallès Symphony Orchestra, the Lieder, Amics de l'Òpera and Coral Belles Arts choirs. En el 130º aniversario de la creación de Banco Sabadell...

Poem for the Day: The Only of Only Being Woman

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Wishing all my Readers A Very Happy Christmas!

MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM HELEN HAGEMANN Thank you very much to all my readers of this blog. My poetry appears to be popular world-wide (I check the stats!). I do hope you have enjoyed following my journey as a poet, with many not-so-good efforts, some prize winners, and two simultaneous poetic themes happening, such as "The Irish Suite" and "Miniscule". Hopefully,...

Poem for the Day: Old Churches: Published in Eureka St.

Old Churches Like scaly frill-necked lizards sitting on a rock, old churches assemble themselves in bush retreats. Weathered and sacrificial, things have flown off: pigeons in the belfry, the roof of the outhouse. They tug at the years like a bell-rope, even the spiders have run out of larvae and moth. The stained windows have stories with lead beading, blues and greens, the colour of eyes that once dipped in prayer. The front door bolts open on...

Poem for the Day: Perfumed with Black Intentions

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Poem for the Day: unconscious -v- consciousness

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Poem for the Day: Liberty

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How To Submit Your Work To Random House’s New Digital Imprints

How To Submit Your Work To Random House’s New Digital Imprints Random House has released writer guidelines for four digital imprints, seeking submissions from romance, new adult, mystery, thriller, science fiction, fantasy and horror writers. Follow these individual imprint links to submit your manuscript: Loveswept (romance & women’s fiction), Alibi (mystery & suspense), Hydra (sci-fi, fantasy &...

Feminist Graphic for the Day

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Another Found Poem: Recalling All that's Dear in my Motherland

Recalling All that's Dear in my Motherland I've read Dorothea Mackellar's poem, My Country and sometimes treasure words like "motherland". This land is mine, and like the poet, too, love her jewel-sea, the ochre beauty of the Kimberleys, hot paprika sun on a rear view mirror facing south. Mackellars's version remains the same, of droughts, of floods, and driving...

Ode to the Passing of Australia Goodbye Australia, land of twelve sunshines, diggers who fought in two world wars. Goodbye to village shops and green that squatted at the butcher's verge, the baker's, news-agencies. Say goodbye to your youth's milkbar, beach sand on the floor, flipped by rubber thongs. Farewell old Australia, taking down the picket fence for lung disease,...

In the Cypress Stillness Old weatherboard houses have the mouse hard at work in a kind of indoor cemetery. The interior blows the blue pollen of asbestos. A curious Schnüffler, the mouse chisels into electric wires. Some old houses lean on their sides like old shoe boxes broken or blown on their journey from hill to hill. Those high on the tips of ranges twitch...