A Favour to Ask: Attracting Poets & Writers to WordPress Campaign

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2 – Go to the link below

3 – Share on social sharing icons, just under the title.

Hello everyone,

I hope you are having or had a good weekend. Could you please share this following post on social media, especially if you have a writer’s LinkedIn profile or reblog it here:

I’m trying to drum up support for the WordPress medium to attract more writers & poets to our community,

“Why I Recommend WordPress to other Writers”

The post can be found here:

https://www.linkedin.com/pulse/why-i-recommend-wordpress-other-writers-wuji-shiu?trk=prof-pos

Poets and writers need a community that is friendly and easy to create beauty and art, and network,

WordPress is the best I have found of late, do you agree? What are some others you enjoy?

Thanks.

LinkedIn Group for Writers & Poets on WordPress – Please join

Howdy All,

Here on WordPress, we span continents and share a passion for writing, let’s do more to keep in touch,

Link to Join:

WordPress Linkedin Group

If you don’t have a LinkedIn profile or don’t want to join as your work persona, create an artist profile portfolio on LinkedIn and join.

Please invite your friends on WordPress and help make this group fun.

If you have no discussions to make or contribute to, you can always post your blog posts on the promotions section, to increase traffic to your blog and posts.

Thanks,

We need content contributors, social moderators and poets who want more comments on their poems. Lastly please share this post on wordpress so it reaches more poets & writers.

Favorite Wordress Poet

Hey Everyone,

We all perhaps have favorite poets we read on WordPress, if you are a poet the chances you read other poets on here and support them is pretty high. Please nominate individual poets and provide their wordpress URL and we’ll add them to our list.

Once we have enough nominations, we’ll open the voting. You can nominate yourself too, perhaps you can get a bit more traffic.

Then read them and we can vote for our favorites. You’ll be able to vote for multiple poets.

Here is the shortlist thus far:

https://www.surveymonkey.com/s/WTZT9X9

Please share this post if you think it’s a good idea.

We are Like Meditations in Emergencies #AppreciateAnAuthor to all those at #AWP15

To all the struggling writers….

We are Like Meditations in Emergencies

In the anatomy of art
Writers form the collarbone of universal language
Poetry is the hymn of respiration

Aliens breath poetry, it’s true
It unites people like nothing else
Prophets spoke in poems

The quotes of our greatest writers
Are like 2 parts poetry, 1 part philosophy
What does that say about us?

That our species are creators
We long for beauty and permanence
Only hyper aware of our mortality

So the throngs of writers gather
To celebrate, share and read a while
With a little tweet in your back pocket

When tragedy strikes, you want to be a poet
To shrug it off, to care more
Water off your back, now I’m waiting

For catastrophe to seem beautiful
The chilling events that make us modern
My eyes are vague from surprises

Each time my heart is broken
It makes me feel more adventures and serene
That the interminable list of

Themes, archetypes, sub-plots
Of my human experience
Might quantify and fall into place

That the catastrophe of my personality
Might collide with spring again
Perhaps I am myself again.

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Ballad Before the New Year

Ballad Before the New Year

The children sing
In the quiet night
Of the Christmas cheer
In the little square
By the fountain lights
“What joy does your divine
Heart celebrate?”

They chant in whispers sweet
For the lost people
And the clear streams
And the families that know
How to give to each other
The winter wonder
Still holds their hands

As we listen to their
Little voices for a while
“Drink the tranquil water
Hear the antique song
Where your soul meets
With the Universe….”

We are most happen when

A Self-Help poem series

The giver receives
The selfish miser is miserable
It’s an easy thing to observe
Sacrifice for others and notice

If this enables you to think
More about the world
And less about yourself?
There are others less fortunate

Than you, the seed cannot
Know what will happen
Without water and sunlight
To focus on the self is to isolate

Oneself from the energy of life
Life is a relationship with itself
There are no actual boundaries
You create them, by distinction

By not sharing your life with others
Self isolation is one of the problems
Of individualistic societies, we pretend
We are strong, but people aren’t

By nature strong, we are tender
We were made for partnership, family
Clan, community, society, cooperatives
Fraternity, exhibition, theater, lovers

Nurturing others enables the energy
To circulate, like blood or light
Do not live a frozen life
Do not waste your time in selfishness

Or attempting to profit
For when we are alone
We are conditioned to think of scarcity
And when we are together we

Happen to muse about plenitude
So what does that mean?

“It is She alone that Matters”

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It is she alone that matters
for she is evolution personified
mother, daughter, life-giver

while men play games
for profit, in politics
with imaginary paper
and virtual numbers

the custodians of the planets
are women, care-takers
without their empathy
our world would die

it is she alone that matters
those words mean more
than the history of feminism

or the inequality that exists
in many societies, it means
that our from the light and dew

women shape the future
while men sacrifice what they can
our teachers change society

with a bouquet, from the inside
and for all the comforts
of this world, the majority
are given by women

It is she alone that matters, maybe
You will understand when you

Find a wife, when you have
A daughter, then let’s be clear
Why you do evil every day
To feed your family.

The Toast of First Conversations

You are inside every kindness/
And I am haunted with the giving
I cannot write about the source
Of my dreams, these are ways of loving
The thrill of identity’s finest evidence!

Every natural pleasure/
The vicinity of joy
The unity that occurs
When someone loves something
It is the passion of dedication

And I am haunted by it/
I live to encompass it
Like pure compassion
The table of my life’s delight
Has been set, and I am waiting for

Participants, friends, lovers/
The silence of self-annihilation
A mystical otherness of inner finding
You are inside every kindness
A symbol of my devotion

The living shiver or roselight/
The new idea on the sky of the brain
The conversation that changes everything.

I’ve Watched Myself Perform Small Nobilities

When I look around for proof
That I am alive, epistemology aside
I am a living metaphysics scattered

In the wind, dreams bought by books
There is no defragmenting this love
It’s the self-search of sheltered legacies
*
And I become a candidate
For door to door sustenance
Looking for proof that I exist

In these empty faces, these cynics with luggage
Perhaps I should be practicing not having
Because possession, isn’t in the cards

I’m no longer waiting, I’m simply
Pressing my ears and eyes into everything
Hoping that I don’t abandon hope too easily
*
I won’t rush death a bunch of dust
But leave what I am, stuck with you.

Patchwork Features of Social Interchange

Now tell me there is a pause
Of where the world bends, and we Begin –
The ferries of the best twilights
That were people, half-bloomed
.
Before they cross the river ahead
Each person brings us a symbol
Of the world, like corn and half-blown sunflowers
That dangles in the reaching out
.
That might have never been, since
The wind-burned pastures don’t always
Have much to show, a few smiling memories
That good advice that haunts us till our end
.
Now tell me there is a pause
To the affections that do not last –
What someone in their wisdom might have meant
In reference to their imperfect knowledge of us?
.
There is a strange afterlife, to lovers
And a peculiar premonition of strangers
Now tell me there is a pause
Of where we begin, and the intersection
Through the fretwork of our ghostlike biographies.

Like a Mother of Fasting

Close your mouth to bread
Open your heart to water
Acquire a delight without purpose
In you thrives majestic Silver

Look into the gentle faces
Ignore the sugars and soldiers
Take the wheat of the spirit
And play it like a harp for harvests

Of feeling, Eden of humanity
For Utopia is not a place or a time
It is a state of being, the green-gold mines
Of living, fasting and moistening

Giving without bartering
Finding freedom without grasping
Close your eyes to discord
Seek out intoxicated signs of harmony.

Inequality

This is the secret: these hearts
I held out to you, they weren’t mine
They were all the broken-hearted

All the poets I read, all the wives
I’ve witnessed abused and thwarted
My sensitivity wasn’t mine, it was

My personal reaction to the tragedy of others
I’ve seen, our own obstacles don’t seem like much
It’s this world’s capacity to suffer

That astounds me, that outrages me
The exploited, the underdogs, the innocents
This is the secret: when you want to help the world

You put others first, somehow, for community
Is what binds us together, waiting to be cared for
It’s not only your children that need your help

Meanwhile, we refuse to do more than survive
Our comforts suffice, our legacies are private
After we have inherited so much more
Than they can ever hope to receive.