Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere

Golden Poet !
Originally uploaded by Mostafa saghari

~My Trophy ~

Trophies has not decorated my room
I only own Poetry
Its not made in medals
Just created in thoughts and words
I'm all the poetry that I can ever win
Poetry in my soul
Music without melody
Touch my heart
Hear my tunes
Feel it
It's all poetry

Copyright 2008 Nasra Al Adawi

The BloggingPoet.com will again host the Poet Laureate Of The Blogosphere Election for the 4th year in a row with nominations beginning April 1, 2008. The Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere is the only laureateship chosen by readers.

Previous winners are Amy King, Ron Silliman and Jilly Dybka.

Rules for 2008 are as follows:
1. Those nominated must have a history of posting poetry to their blogs for a period of no less than 1 year prior to March 1, 2008.
2. Anyone can nominate their favorite poetry blogger.
3. Nominations will begin on April 1st and will end on April 20th.
4. Voting will begin on April 21st and will end at !2:00 midnight on April 29th.
5. The winner will be announced on April 30th.
6. As in years past, Billy Jones, aka. Billy The Blogging Poet,, will not be nominated as his hosting the event.
7. English language only
8. Previous winners cannot be nominated.
9. All decisions by the judge will be final.
10. All nominations must be made in the form provided on April 1st. E-mail, write-ins, protests and other means to nominate will not be accepted.


The Poet Laureate of the Blogosphere isn't all that big a deal as previous winners are yet to be household names but like so much of what is done here on the Blogsboro Network it's designed to shine some light on a few who have worked hard and seldom received the recognition they deserve.

Update: Speaking of shining more light, the winner will be given the chance to be interviewed at Living In Poetry.

~Signed Poem~

Firestarting
Originally uploaded by _val_

"not so much a poem
more
a walker's guide to absent friends
at the end of the walk
settled back in the car
all i could hear was the silence"
copyright 2007 Floots

Hush
Listen to this silence
Beating softly as heartbeats
Feel the rush
That awakes your senses
Accelerating, just as heat
It begins with spark
Can fuel into fire
Now your heart is racing
The urgency that fills you
You crave to reach…
To touch, in that instance peek of earth
A moment to be on a tip of flame
Ecstasy beyond physical form
In soul rejuvenation
The world is on your palm
You can feel its in the air
A sublime moment
Words falling
There is poetry in the air
Your soul picks just few of these words
Creating a precious poem
Signed only with your soul
That’s when your words concludes

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

Yes, it has been so many days …Living In Poetry has been a place where I learn from each one of those who are into words and poetry. Every time when I read an interview of a poet, it becomes clear that writing is a gift of God, words spur from no where and can not be anything else but the work of a Creator and to be gifted with such talent, its not merely an act of coincidence, every of us has a small task to achieve, even though we stand as a tiny needle in the palm of universe.

Floots with his blog i-land-i-site who had opened my eyes to poetry, nature and human side of it is that to feel the earth, take your steps in life in simplicity as much as you can. Read more about it at http://livinginpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/11/flootsfluting-image-and-words.html

~Scent Of Her Soul~

Rose with Dew
Originally uploaded by violet021581

~Scent Of Her Soul~

Dew
Falls in droplets
Maple taste
The fall
From a sweet rose
But before it falls
It plants
Traces on her petals
A lazy hesitant kiss
Yet what my human eyes can't see
In every petal of this rose
Scripted poetry
A scent within her soul

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

This is poem inspired by the interview, though it’s a distant interview, but I hope you will agree with me after reading the interview with Mystic Rose and visit her blog that this poem would have not done her justice with her poetry. Please visit http://livinginpoetry.blogspot.com/2007/10/mystic-rose-petals-of-her-poetry.html
to know more about Mystic Rose….


Thank you violet021581 for your photo in flickr.com.

She is who she is

So he asked who is she. She stood there to inhale, with deep breath she plunged into thinking, the words repeated to her in self form “Who am I?” Lightening of thoughts by passed her, but were too fast for her to snatch the answer, and within self walls fear started to crawl in but insisted that she knows the answer of this simple question. As everyone has to know who are they, its impossible not to know. So the question repeated her self to her, she pulled the only rope that she had in her, is being spontaneous and her voice came out not offering an answer to the question but is to convince her self that she is the person is what she is about to describe “I’m a woman, who never enjoyed her womanhood, a soul that still searches her perfect body form, I’m a sensation that lost her tip of senses, I’m emptiness that awaits for fulfillment, I’m a tear - yet too weak to engrave her path, I’m human wanting God’s acceptance, I’m a female scribbled with many emotions, I’m a body cursed in curves, I’m hunger aching for a quench, I’m all ruins but wanting to parade my wall, I’m a child who wants to stand in shoes of a man and I’m poetry waiting to be all written” As she ended pronouncing of what she is, finally she had freed her chains of trouble. She stood in bold face staring at him, yet it was piercing into him, so he can understand, that she is a woman, who has been trapped in claws of lion, but too proud to show her defeat. She has no ground to fall, so she chooses to stand despite her trembling knees.

Copyright 2007, Nasra Al Adawi

Inspired by Amor Al Habsy

My mum always tells me "You never know who can be a source of inspiration to you and who can give you a helping hand in this life", how true her words are. I recall, I did this interview about Amias, who just published her book, it was self published. Im not sure if you know the sturggle in publishing a book all by your self. As she was my blogging friend and not all that but she was so inspirational to me, she was a sister to me.

Lately I recieved a wonderful email from her, stating on the progress of her book and she will stand beside me in helping me with my Tanzanian project. She poured so much love and hope into me. Thank you Amias.

Amias has a website http://liquidplastic.net/ where she honors sisterhood and brotherhood, beyond race or religion. It about reaching out for eachother. Do visit her website to know more about it. I was truly touched as I was among the sisters http://liquidplastic.net/members/nasra.htm who was honored, wow I dont recieve such honor like that. Thank you for closing the bridges of humanity.

~ My Soaring Spirit ~

Blogging had acquainted me with many experiences, opened my horizon but it brought me down to essence of friendship, reaching as far it can be …It had opened my mind that kindness can pour from places you would never think of …and wherever there are human beings, our world is still fine because we can reach out for one another…

Paul from his blog Spiritual Diablog and now www.originalfaith.com, has been one of my first blogs that I had visited, though I have not been a regular visitor, he would always knock my door, even at times I was not good commentator on religion matters, it just felt home to be visiting Paul’s blog…I discovered his Spirit of Faith crashing his calamity … With pride LIP takes a deeper look into Paul’s journey ~click here ~to read all about it, hope you can join-in to tribute Paul and sing along the Salmon Song.

a living room hush 2
Originally uploaded by one is a very small crowd.

If my feet cant walk the distance
There is a spirit in me
That soars beyond walking miles
In every color that God created
If my eyes can’t touch
None of colors of nature
My soul pierce so deep
Seeing through essence of living
If my ears fails to receive
All sounds of earth
I solace hearing silence
Then when I touch your heartbeats
I hear music rippling stillness
And if my body is too fragile
Decaying without me
My Sprit of faith
Conquers through my calamity and weakness
So behold when I’m passing
Know that I’m not a fragile soul
I conquered life with spirit of faith

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

Many thanks for the photo by one is a very small crowd in flickr.com

Creativity: Colorful Lights Within Us

As we inhale and exhale, naturally circulating air within us. Creativity encircles within that flow of air. Life partake energy in our existence, floating within it creative energy. It only awaits for us to pick it. When we unwrap chains inside of us, allowing opening up to our creativity, we blossom through Creator's work like unchained air whirling with us and within us.

Excerpts of Julia Cameron (from the book "Heart Steps")
Pickled with Nasra Al Adawi words

Im not sure if some of you know my blog LIP (Living In Poetry), LIP is an open blog tries to locate poetic writers and poet and find about their passion of writing. The above is our new image (me and abs) Abs has joined LIP and since then he has been so kind to proof-read the interviews. He was stydying Graphic Designing abroad and since he got back he also offered to do some of the interviews with me. I was complaining about how dull is my blog, so he came up with this beautiful design which Im so proud to show around. To me he is good at designing Web. You can see the design of his web ( http://absomaniac.blogspot.com/ ).

LIP this time presents to you a Haiku Treat where it gets glimse on haiku work of J. Andrew Lockhart. Do click on LIP image above to go the the interview.

I have so much news to share but will end here just to let you know about my Writing/Poetry Session. It was great to be able not to teach how to write but to guide others how wiritng can be a source of therapy. Thank you all for your good wishes. It had given me the courage to go through it. (I was nervouse before starting but as I started, it was just being face to face with the ocean..cool breeze)

Poetry Me

Line of fire
Originally uploaded by robpatrick.

Living In Poetry is having a Poetry Tribute hope you can pour your thoughts into it. Please click here to visit (LIP)

~Poetry Me~

I dived
To reach core of fire
Burning heat
With revolving lava
That keeps the earth together
But for me
I wanted to be
Face to face with poetry
To ask it
Why does it tremble?
The world that I'm in
As I plunged
Into the water of my soul
Tasting the burns of heat and cold
On the edge of poetry flame
I uttered two precious words
"Poetry Me"
My soul was so taken back
Hearing my pleading heart
But then I continued to urge
For the poetry flame
To even love me more
At every poetry touch
Escalating my being high
Then with swift of its reach
In countless brush
With electrifying fire
To poetry me endlessly

Copyright 2007 Nasra Al Adawi

The photo above belongs to robpatrick.