Tuesday, December 31, 2013

December Virtual Meeting and a New Years Wish

This month the Paris Poets Society was unable to meet due to conflicting schedules so we are going to have a "virtual" meeting here on the blog. If you would like to add something of your own in the comments please feel free to join in the fun! The Paris Poets Society wishes everyone a very Happy New Year. This year make something beautiful. To make beauty you must see beauty. To see beauty is to know joy. We wish you joy.

Out For The Holidays

Released from their confines
of glass and tin,
their aromas poured into
the relish tray
brought out only on occasion
Pitted olives and gherkins
announce the season- their
black and greens
against the white table cloth, spread
for us and others

It was the candles
shaped like trees trimmed in silver
set on the sill- their languishing flame
that ushered out Christmas Day
unlike the olives and gherkins
that marched forth into the foray-
their black and greens
against the starkness of our every day.

Sherry Scott


The car
            And British
The woman
        And Beautiful
            The smile
    * * * * * * * *
Blue Jaguar, tan seats,
    Pretty woman, blond
        Maybe fifty
Her man came up
    "Nice car,"
"His first love,"
    She said.
"Maybe his second,"
        I said.
"Had a car I liked better,"
        He said.
"You see that MGB-GT?
    Had it since '73 -
        Bought it new."
My woman was blond
    And beautiful
        Like yours.
Now I have the car
    And she is gone.
I would give the car
    And all I have for
        One ride with her again.
Tell her she is beautiful
    Tell her you love her
And drive that car
    Man, drive

Greg Hines, Brother of Sharda Brody


Photo by Tommy Stone

And Venus Watched the Sunset

a single tear
traverses a soft cheek
faraway goddess floating alone
in deepest blue cannot compete
gently clouded by shadow
sunset flames leave Venus
cold and solitary
jealous of a darkened earth

Dee Martin

I found it! I looked for this and was afraid I didn't save it. It is a collaboration poem where alternating stanzas were written by Tommy Stone and myself.

Photo by Tommy Stone

Bold words Are Tommy's

Alone I stand
a Sentinel to Time
Cold, consequence

but even in the dark
my light glows
I will hold it inside
a gentle spark
waiting for the sun

and on the Rise,
I will take to Flight
to roost anew
another night!

and when again
the Cycle's run
I will wait again
for the Blessed Sun!

the rise and fall
is all I know
as seasons come and go
the business of my life is such
till sky becomes
my final home

I stand my guard
but with a greater view
For always before
and always hence
my soul will soar
with you!

 Blessings everyone!

Friday, February 17, 2012

February Paris Poets Society Meeting 2012

The Paris Poet's Society met Thursday at That Guy's Coffee downtown Paris. In attendance were John Howison, Sharda Brody, Tommy Stone and Dee Martin. We are always grateful to Gerald for providing us space and his wonderful coffee.

We missed Sherry Scott who is in play rehearsal and especially this night as we were visited by the folks from inparistexas.com who are going to write about us on their webpage.  We would love to see some interest generated and have more people visit!

John shared some stories about and by William Tubman, former president of Liberia and a poem by Arna Bontemps called Nocturne of the Wharves and Sharda read a piece from the web that I was unable to find, and an original piece called Autumn.


Acorns tapping the roof
Turn my eyes to see

Flutterings of golden leaves
Catch my inbreath to

Warm the sweet brown scent of


Tommy recited an original piece and some wonderful poetry by Nikki Giovanni (as well as sharing his delicious chocolate truffles!)

I read two original pieces as well as Belle Isle 1949 by Philip Levine and I am Not Yours by Sara Teasdale

We discussed the possibility of doing a "Poetry Walk",in conjunction with April in Paris this year. This would entail asking for submissions from local authors and displaying their poetry in shop windows around downtown.

Be watching facebook for an announcement of our next meeting and consider joining us.  You can bring original work, share the work of a favorite poet, or simply come to listen and have a great evening!

Here is an original poem that I read last night. If you would like to have your poetry featured here please email us at ParisPoetsSociety@gmail.com

The Three Adventurers

the depths of which
cannot be plumbed
the heights

cannot be scaled

a wilderness
so desolate
imagination pales

yet we the three

move on though
pushed by gales
that blow from north

and south and east

and even from the west
but we the three

push on to pass
the test

through perilous trail

through cliff and cave

blizzard blinded

onward quest
for we are three


brave and strong
and true
though trials and fears

are real my friends and I

will follow through

And later

when the treasure found

we’ll pass the bottle
round and round
and by the fire

burning bright

tell tales throughout
the starlit night

as sparks rise
high and higher still

we’ll laugh and drink
and eat our fill

for we are three


home safely warm abide

until the next

we journey forth
the stars our only guide
so merry now

and merry then
and merry come what may
the call to quest
rings loudly out

adventurers obey

Respectfully submitted by,

Dee Martin

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

September Meeting

First of all - thanks to Vital Beet for hosting - you are awesome!
I am sorry I am running so behind - I was going to post poetry that was read and let you know about upcoming events but have been writing, doing jury duty, kids home for the weekend (the usualay life  every day craziness) - will add the poetry later.

Sherry has written a memoir, The Year My Mother Died. Her book signing was  October 21 from 4:30 to 8:00 at The Gallery on First Street NE (First Street runs alongside the DollarSaver shopper downtown )The food was wonderful and I thought it was a great turn out even with roads closed off in preparation for Pumpkin Festival - it was also great to see John!!

Paris Poets Society meets the last Thurs of the month, Oct 27, 7:00p.m. as usual. We are meeting at That Guys Coffee and we are trying to arrange to have a musician come in as well. She is a singer, songwriter and a personal friend of a local fellow poet, and so we are hoping to have a little poetry and a little song as well.

I hope to see you all there!

If you are looking for inspiration to write here are a couple of links to sites that post prompts.  You never know where a word might take you!

posts ten words every Monday and Thursday - you write and submit right on their blog so it is a great starting point if you do not have your own place online.  It is a great community!

posts a word or phrase once a week.

posts a new word every day and you can free write on the site.  You are given one minute with their timer but don't stop there - use the prompt any way you like!

Perhaps a get-well collection of poems to take to John as he recuperates?

You can also subscribe to get a poem a day right in your email-box at

What inspires you?  This weeks prompt at Sunday Scribbling was backyard and the prompt from One Sing Impression was limber up...have pencil and scrap of paper?  I know you do...write something wonderful!

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

August Meeting

The Paris Poet's Society met at Sherry's beautiful home and Sherry graciously provided iced coffee and sesame seed covered fougasse bread from Paris Bakery. We are going to try something new this month and post some of the poems that were read and discussed.  I hope you enjoy them as much as we did and consider joining us sometime. 

Sherry read a wonderful children's book by Naomi Shihab Nye entitled The Lullaby Raft.  Naomi currently lives in San Antonio, Texas. She was elected Chancellor of the Academy of American Poets in 2010. You can learn more about her and read some of her poetry here: http://www.poets.org/poet.php/prmPID/174

I want to say a fond hello from all of us to John Howison.  Get well soon and come back.  You are missed!

I think Larry has provided us with our theme poem. 

Paris Square

Merchants receive genteel
buyers into their shops

Untrained actors perform generously
to uncritical linked audiences

Antique autos surround the inner square
Dazzling passersby like
a rainbow of orchids

A mythic child of stone
centers the squareg
gushing water onto arid terrain.

Towering oaks offer shaded respite

Itinerant poets vainly aspire
To encapsulate eternity in a couplet

And with each encounter the square congeals
into molten history for time to anneal

Larry Anderson

~ ~ ~

Portrait of Envy

Art as mirror
Woman as mirror
Red as red can be

A Flame-haired woman
stares into a mirror

She wants to become
fluid red--
a part of the wind
and what the wind means.

The butterfly collection

Snow-covered hills and trees
Plum blossoms stick frozen to the ground
Waiting for winter's passing
A sad girl waits for spring.
A butterfly on a pin.

Elaine Aiko Endo

~ ~ ~

Damn Blue Sky

I'm worried about the cello and the chickens
in this 108 degree heat
moreso than myself
while in an open car, it's exhaust spraying
heat on my legs up through the floorboard
That damn blue sky
day after day, never flagging in zeal
while the yard wilts and my old chicken
pants as hard as a dog
both digging tunnels to china in the back yard.

It's compared to the summer of 1980-
record-braking summer days of triple digits
that played around 116 for two weeks until
the grasshoppers took over

In a hot duplex on the south side of town
just after talking the landlord into a window unit
things began to unwind
as the days of fishing turned to nights, an unending obsession
and warring of the mind
until it was time to move across town
in the fall

A duplex next to the alley
with unknown neighbors and disturbances
through the walls
became a lonely place
lonelier than the heat
which I forgot about
until now

I'm wetting my dog down twice a day
letting the chickens free-range
in the backyard shrubs
and letting the wind in through my cello bag
swearing I will never drive this car again
in blinding heat
while the unrelenting sun sears
more than memories into my brain.

The Pomegranate Tree

It's fruit is green
this time of year
only splashed with red
here and there
while hot and bright outside
in California.
But come September
a different stir will be

I remember well
we climbed over the fence
into her backyard
and discovered a tree with fruit
it was
September in Texas

School days and a wind
that cooled off late afternoons
Exciting changes in the air
though we
remained blissfully unaware of the
world turning around us

After all
it was the beginning of a new year
the very first time
I tasted red fruit
that was hidden behind her house
over a tall wooden fence

Morning in September

One September morning
red flowers standing in a row
just for me

Things about to change
when something's left behind
or something left to come
Either way
the sun is out-
fall's not here yet

It's been a long time
since the beginning of school
but memories of the
first time are here

A certain smell in the air
when the wind begins to whip
the trees and separate
leaf from stem
Playground rules are all the same

Far removed from then
someone today starts
making their own
memories of song, play
red colored mornings in September

Sherry Scott

~ ~ ~

Cyclical Experiment

No braking on the slippery slope
of sweetest dreams we hold to cope
Cast the dice for hope and love
Prayers for blessing from above
Capricious luck chameleon
lives in finest gossamer skin

Silver mirror tells a tale
the hazardous signs to no avail
Fried eggs cause cholesterol
Acid rain our own downfall
Committed to this saddened road
sore weighed down by heavy load

Follow through the deadline looms
inexorable lowering fateful boom
as mundane as a dog with fleas
remain in shallow water please
Claimed by dirt the box awaits
There is no running from this fate

But still the soul is steel and stone
No chisel carves a scar upon
No soapsuds need to wash it clean
No jaded imitation sheen
Throw your theory to the sky
Do not pretend that you know why

Though battered, shattered, worn
the mind's eye sees beyond the storm
pulls threads of crimson, gold and blue
A tapestry of purest hue
Love sings past the aging flesh
Life cycle soon begins afresh

Is There Life After The Sock Drawer?

Overflowing, tied in knots.
Some neatly paired.
Finely wrought for finer days.
Fancy saved
For special occasions.
Black lace toe sliders.
Silky thigh climber, sassy,
But clingy,
Hoping the elastic holds.
Uppity tweed thinks itself
Smarter than it is,
Neatly folded as a page.
Woolen warmth
For colder days,
Snuggles the corner
In the back,
Behind pilled and darned
(does anyone even
Do that anymore?
So outdated!)
Old comfort sits with holes,
Wistful and forgotten
Halfway to the trash.
Lonely single hoping for a mate,
Hanging on
That just in case dream.
Faded, jaded, spilling over,
Sorting needed, old and new;
A jumble, dryer tumbled,
Multicolor metaphor
Life in a sock drawer.

What Is Poetry?

I will try to understand
what is poetry

some arch brows and
meter and rhyme
and rules
and they would strip my words
to bone and bleach
pinned on the line
to flap in cold wind
until frozen they no longer fold

some say anchor your feet
with punctuation
so we know where to breath
back me up to the wall
pull my heart
out from under me
I hide the sack of exclamation points
behind my back
and hold out a handful of question marks

I would learn the ropes
and rise like steam
metaphoric clouds
blind me to the moment
I get distracted
by distant music
forgetting to sift the grains of
life as they pass
through my fingers
landing on the page

my head hurts
from all the thinking
and I will float in the sea of wisdom
bobbing and weaving
with algae and angel fish
resting between waves
ponder the knowledge
of palm trees
how they know to sway
let yellow sun warm blue water
hold my hand up to the light
marvel at bones and veins

I will try to understand
what is poetry

Dee Martin

~ ~ ~

Friday, August 5, 2011

July Meeting

A big thanks to Kevin Cannon from Lillian Kelley's on the square for hosting us (and providing lemonade to cool everyone off), and to Gerald for the wonderful iced coffee!  Along with folks reading their original compositions, Larry shared a couple of favorite poems.  I have included them below along with links for more reading.


The world is too much with us; late and soon,
Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers:
Little we see in Nature that is ours;
We have given our hearts away, a sordid boon!
The Sea that bares her bosom to the moon;
The winds that will be howling at all hours,
And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers;
For this, for everything, we are out of tune;
It moves us not.--Great God! I'd rather be
A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn;
So might I, standing on this pleasant lea,
Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn;
Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea;
Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.

William Wordsworth
You can learn more about Mr. Wordsworth here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/william-wordsworth


I KNOW that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My county is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan's poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lonely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

W. B. Yeats

You can learn more about Mr. Yeats here: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/william-butler-yeats

Hope to see you all soon!

Saturday, April 23, 2011

Poetry Contest

Writer's Digest has a poetry challenge.  Ten lines of ten syllables are the only rules.  If you wish to enter go to the link below and read the instructions. Scroll down to the bottom of the post and on the right side there is a link that says comments (and a number for how many comments are there so far.  Click that link to go to the comments section. Type or copy and paste your poem in the comment box, add your name, email address and web address of your website if you have one in the provided box. Click the button that says save comment and you are entered.

Poetic Asides Big Ten challenge

Sunday, April 17, 2011

From Piney Woods Live

The Northeast Texas Writer's Organization (NETWO) is hosting it's 25th
Spring Writer's Round Up. April 29th and 30th to be held at the Camp Shiloh Retreat
on Lake Bob Sandlin.   Agents include Kathleen Ortiz, Lowenstein Associates;
Katie Shea, Caren Johnson Literary Management, and Avalon's Acquisition Editor, Lia Brown.

Fiction acquisition editor Lisa Smith and non-fiction Publisher Linda Houle will represent L&L Dreamspell.

Authors include Jo Davis, Amanda Tackett, and Spike Gillespie with David Haynes, Director of the S.M.U. Creative Writing program part of the faculty.
For More information and to register, go to : www.netwo.org or call 903-572-0580.