Pauline Uchmanowicz 1957-2019

It with a profound sadness that Calling All Poets recognizes the sudden passing of our friend, advocate, and supoorter Dr. Pauline Uchmanowicz.

Pauline was a leading advocate for the teaching of writing in all its forms. She helped develop creative writing curricula in the department of English, and also served for many years as the coordinator of composition program, which oversees initial writing courses at New Paltz and therefore impacts the educational experiences of the vast majority of their students. Pauline was widely admired, engaged and a decorated member of the campus community and widely respected throughout the Hudson Valley writing and creative community. A gifted writer who featured for CAPS many times in the past, Pauline's scholarship, poetry, essays, and Reviews have appeared in Publications such as College English, International Journal of Comic Art, Ohio Review, Chronogram, Ploughshares, Radcliffe Quarterly, and Z magazine. Three of her pieces will be published in memoriam, in the upcoming CAPS@20 Anniversary Anthology. 

  816 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
816 Hits
0 Comments

I Am A Desperate Trophy

(Based on a roll of the Taylor Mali's Metaphor Dice that he did on Joh Fugelsang's "Tell Me Everything" on SiriusXM 's Insight channel, broadcasted February 13, 2019. The metaphor they chose was "I am a desperate trophy'. Each guest poet on that program recited a poem they made up on the spot. I decided to do the same on February 14, 2019, the day I listened to that show.)


I am a desperate trophy

Longing to be possessed

Praised and put on the mantle

Gazed and gawked at

Envied and admired daily

However, no one will compete

To win me...

I'm not a game worth playing.

  294 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
294 Hits
0 Comments

CAPS@20

 As our February 1st, First Friday reading of 2019 comes upon us, I want to welcome you all to CAPS@20, our 20th year anniversary. Started many super moons ago by Jim Eve, Calling All Poets Series has evolved in many exciting and challenging directions at the whims of  its curators, its members, patrons, and supporters. 

There's our traditional First Friday readings at Roost Studios and Art Gallery, 69 Main Street, New Paltz. Please not our new starting time of 7:30PM. Every last Thursday of the month we return to Beacon, notably the Towne Crier Cafe, for our #poemsprosedialogue feature/wide open open mic. We have our 20th Anniversary Marathon on Saturday, March 16 from noon - 11:00PM.  This will be a a membership drive event, so please renew if your time is up and help inspire others to join. We'd also like you to encourage any students you know to join with a one year free membership!

JazzOetry returns to Quinn's Restaurant in Beacon on Monday, April 29, 8:00PM. Featuring the JazzOetry Quartet of bassist Robert Kopec, Eric Person - reeds, Joe Tranchina - piano and keys, and X. Tiques - on drums. Scheduled poets include George Wallace, Mike Jurkovic, Poet Gold, Jim Eve, Penny Brodie and others. We're hoping to schedule two more JazzOetry events before the anniversary year is out.

Starting Wednesday April 17, 7:00PM CAPS, in association with Trattoria Marbella in Ellenville, will host Authors' Night with a reading, book signing, question and answer session and open mic.

So CAPS@20 is something we can all celebrate! Everyone tends to give the bulk of the credit for sustaining CAPS through the years to Jim, Glenn, Greg behind the website, and I, but all of you, members or non-members, veteran poet or novice, have created the nurturing community we all dwell within.

Give yourselves a round of applause. Write yourselves a poem, a sonnet, a haiku. CAPS@20 is all of us!

  782 Hits
  0 Comments
782 Hits
0 Comments

Outliers Poetry Brunch

 https://tockify.com/edencafe/detail/639/1548000000000

  331 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
331 Hits
0 Comments

Haiku Oh-Two

Imagination

Oxygen of creation

Our breath... poetic

***********************************************

  630 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
630 Hits
0 Comments

The Straight And Narrow

Where am I now on the road that winds

Gatekeepers motioned to me

Urged me to enter their world

I denied impulse,

I buried curiosity--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Offers made through storybook eyes

On the shelves that keep

Pages turned toward me

Urged me to enter their world

I feigned interest,

I faked erudition--

Fought with conscience....

Still on the straight and narrow.


Dreams with hints dropped in my head

In the sleep that confines

Visions came up to me

Urged me to enter their world

I ignored prophecy,

I dissuaded symbolism--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Classroom courage made its stand

In the school that drains

Teachers lectured to me

Urged me to enter their world

I defied wisdom,

I decried knowledge--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Familial wars on neutral ground

In the house that hides

Sides cried to me

Urged me to enter their world

I disowned loyalty,

I dissipated love--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Crowding walls took their places

In the room that fears

Voices were bribing me

Urged me to enter their world

I resisted temptation,

I rejected greed--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Clean-cut saviors on their way

On the streets that hate

Psalms waved to me

Urged me to enter their world

I repelled faith,

I rebuffed salvation--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Sinful masters laid me down

On the bed that heals

Bodies unveiled to me

Urged me to enter their world

I protested lust,

I repudiated ecstasy--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow.


Where am I at this point

On the road that longs

Conscience answers me

Urged me to enter no world

I detested this invasion,

I revoked its license--

Fought with conscience....

Still on this straight and narrow...


Always on the straight and narrow.

  584 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
584 Hits
0 Comments

Coming To Terms

Balancing delicately on emotion

One more expression you'll tip

You felt too much up 'til now

How much more can you permit?


There are letters crowding a shoe-box

Waiting restlessly to make their trip

Do they speak of a long-dead past

To some allusions you haven't gripped


What keeps you from sending them

Why keep these words so tight-lipped

Come to terms with the fear, child

Sooner or later we all must sail that ship.


Pools of hate at your feet

Wrung from your desperate hands

They clench as you bend reality

In your head to fit your demands


The blood of your bitter torment

Flowing from the body of an icon

He is the target of your rage

The one you have seeked revenge on


Will his death seal the vault

Or would that add to the hole

All dying is temporary, my lady

Forever will last guilt within your soul.


Do you feel the loss of faith

That dwells under humiliation

There are no fruits on the tree

That was fed by your degradation


Do you feel a chill of remorse

For this script you have wrote

Will this evict all the demons

Be worthy of the time you devote


Consider the sweat on your brow

At what conclusion did you arrive?

Those feelings of hate are still there

All the labor-- the icon is still alive.


Reminders of the horrid past

Show up on your lovers' faces

Words meant for minor pain

Turn back some virulent pages


The ink is still fresh and clean

And the paper gleams flush white

From the margins a mist rises

You turn pale at this ominous sight


All she's done exposed in sky-writing

The message seen is still so unclear

Slowly you breathe in its meaning

But as words it doesn't come anywhere near.


Seas of disarray toss your mind

As this mystery grows ever vague

What you knew breaks its chains

Each piece falls away to stravage


Grasping for your scattered consciousness

Trying to assemble this evasive puzzle

All the pieces look the same shape

Perseverance and sanity is being guzzled


About to give up all dangling hope

The connection suddenly becomes plain

The answer lies within the victim

Time has come to end this outdated game.


The abuser was within the mind

Fists were fighting inside the brain

The fault was lying not in the scars

But wrapped and tied into a name


You made yourself the typical victim

Kept untold yesterday's violent truth

Held from others the whole story

That's when shame had secured its roots


At last the tale has been told

Here privacy will be guarded

Look around, this story's not unique

But its unveiling has only been started....

  585 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
585 Hits
0 Comments

2000 Dreams

Crimson carpet

Always unfurled

2000 dreams

Of Disney World


A fantasy

For wistful some

2000 trips

To the Magic Kingdom


Everyday with Belle and the Beast

In your honor they host a feast

Special guests Cogsworth and Lumiere

Mrs. Potts and Chip also there!


Crimson carpet

Always unfurled

2000 dreams

Of Disney World


2000 dreams

For one came true

What would you trade

For this to be

You?


2000 dreams of Disney World

2000 dreams of Disney World

2000 dreams of Disney World

For one came true


For one came true

2000 dreams of Disney World

It's a small world after all

It’s a small, small world!!


  547 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
547 Hits
0 Comments

Turning Ivory Into Glass

Come on, step into the light, let me take in one more sight

I shall miss you when you depart, but we have time before that starts

Come sit and let's talk awhile, all those roads and so many miles

We went through too much together, drained every sun, defied ill-weather

So the last thing I need to see is the sign of you leaving me

But, in time, this pain will pass while I'm turning ivory into glass.


Come here, let me stare a bit, especially when the moonlight hits

Haven't seen you this way before, always for granted.... but not anymore

Come closer, right into your eyes, so sky blue I could forever fly

Why didn't I notice this deep, this other world, this infinite sweep

So the last thing I had to know was how much farther I could go

But, in time, this pain will pass while I'm turning ivory into glass.


Come forth, tell me every secret, every silent joy, every last regret

We haven't talked for so very long, sometimes I felt you didn't belong

Come near, let me testify now: No one else ever knew how

How much I loved you here, hearing all my delights and fears

So the last thing I want to hold is the notion of stories left untold

But, in time, this pain will pass while I'm turning ivory into glass.


Come down, don't leave me alone, there's much more to be shown

Your all, we have never explored-- think of those minds we'd reward

Come back, we can begin anew, rewrite mysteries, change the clues

But, alas, I must let you fade, everything that must be was made

So the last thing I will allow is your freedom after these vows

Yes, in time, this pain will pass while I'm turning ivory into glass.

  550 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
550 Hits
0 Comments

Forget About...

Forget about

Red Wave conversion— 

Foster reduction of

The silent aversion.

  613 Hits
  0 Comments
Tags:
613 Hits
0 Comments