Seattle Green Lake Public Library PoetsWest Reading 2019 Schedule

The 2018 readings were awesome with  Sierra Golden & Shankar Narayan starting off the year.  Claudia Castro Luna, Washington State Poet Laureate, read in October and many of the new features amazed us with fine work.  Poets Chris Buckley, who has been a regular at the reading will feature with Lola Peters from the AAWA.  Chris has a new book out.  Chad Sokolovsky (new book), Tara Hardy (new book), Ben Schmitt (new book), Bill Carty will all be featured and Sierra Golden, with her new book, will return!  In July, two San Diego poets, Jimmy Jazz and Micheal Klam will travel to Seattle to delight and enlighten us!  These two are not to be missed.  They will be something new for Seattle. 

All the featured poets for 2019 are excellent, exciting and entertaining.  There is always and open mic.  If you are interested in a feature, please send samples of your poetry, mention where you’ve read and if you have books in print:  Inquire via email @  raynroberts66@gmail.com or J. Glenn Evans @ https://www.poetswest.com/contact.php 

Here’s the latest featured Poets coming to Green Lake

All Readings start at 4pm and run until 5:30pm.  Get there early for a good seat! 

 2019

Sat Jan 12, 2019—Chris Buckley—Lola Peters

Sat Feb 09, 2019—Canceled due to Snow Storm

Sat Mar 09, 2019—Tara Hardy—Mike Hickey– Kendra Steel

Sat Apr 13, 2019—Bethany Reid– Cathy Ross—Chad Sokolovsky

Sat May 11, 2019—Melanie Reed— Benjamin Schmitt

Sat Jun 08, 2019—David Post—Terry Busch

Sat Jul 13, 2019—- Jimmy Jazz & Michael Klam

Sat Aug 10, 2019—Sierra Golden  &  Gaylloyd Sisson

Sat Sep 14, 2019—Cat Kigerl & Joe Greer 

Sat Oct 2019 12th — David Horowitz &  Francine Wall

Sat Nov 9, 2019 — All PONGO Poetry (Supporting At Risk Youth & Allies)

Sat Dec 11, 2019  —  Bill Carty —  Michael Magee

 

2020  

Sat Jan 11, 2020—Filled—Griffith Williams—

Sat Feb 08, 2020—Filled—Rajaa Gharbi—Bruce Taylor

Sat Mar 14, 2020—Filled—Oliver Amatist—Susan Landgraf

Sat Apr 11, 2020—Filled—Rayn Roberts—Kevin O’Conner

Sat May 09, 2020— Filled—Michael Dylan Welch— Jayne Merek

Sat Jun 16, 2020—Open

Sat Jul 11, 2020—Open

Sat Aug 08, 2020— —Sally Hedges-Blanquez – TBA

Sat Sep 12, 2020— —Sandy Yannone —  TBA

 

 

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Readings 2019-2020

More to come…

Feature readings:

1. April 1, 2020.   Duvall Poetry Group, Duvall Public Library:

2. April 13, 2020. Green Lake Branch Public Library 4pm Rayn Roberts featuring with Seattle Poet Kevin O’Conner.  Info & Map @ The Stranger

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from Rayn Roberts

Garden by the Sea

If not for bouquets of summer glory gathered by gentle hands
What reason for gardens by the sea?

The muffled break of waves is not as loud
As the whiff and whirr
of hummingbird
Black and yellow bumble bee busy in the bloom,

Each comes to gather gold–
Drawn by sunlight and color,
The ladies in hats and summer gowns, baskets on their arms
Stroll down from the house.
When they return,
Marigold scent in hair, dahlia pollen on hem and sleeve,
They will fill the house with rainbows of stock and zinnia.

Even as Neptune sleeps, the sea a great blanket over him
Deep monsters and storms quiet now,

Everything is Energy,

Ocean air blowing streams of light
Whirling through bush and tree, grasses pushing up
Butterflies afloat, the mind brimming, spilling over
Spilling its delight…
Light as a finch skipping on air

I have dreamed such days, lived too few, when death
Did not seem final, truth not so rare:

Hours pushing open leaves and petal on petal
Unfolding in fragrance….

flooded with light, holding form
For what we call a day, but is, one flower each calls their own.

 

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Everything Will Be Just Fine

If america were a man, let’s call him joe
a psychopathic killer
don’t you know
smilin’ in your face til you are gone
singin’ to your kids
“The beat goes on,
but not for you, no not for you”

Drums keep poundin’ rhythm
to the brain
the president has really gone insane,
la dee dah dee di, lah dee dah dee dah–
I’ll take care of everything
when you’re gone,
la dee dah dee dee, lah dee dah dee dah

Yeah, sing it with me now
while I push the knife in deep and long.

Rayn Robert

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Chill: It’s just a poem.

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That was my puff piece for April 11, Thor’s Day… 2019. If you don’t like it, eat me.

National Veteran’s Day March 29

The sky the clouds trees
reflected in the veteran’s wall
make it seem invisible
as if we could walk though
to the other side—

                Names written in air

ascending in light appear
to enter where their given
dreamless sleep or heaven,
who am I to say where names go
beyond the love we give them?

Some people thank the vet
for service to the nation,
I’m home alive, well as ever
suspicious of lay sympathy.

Those who trust tradition
do not know the pain of war
nor the honor of sedition.

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Rayn Roberts 2019

Commentary… on World Poetry Day 2019

Commentary

A war of attrition continues with death
a spy walking behind
a sense it follows a breath after the next
a shadow stretching back
to birth a battle cry,
today we win the war we lose tomorrow.

 

One can for a pocket full of policies
lose entire families—
hell is the inability to love.
We inch to the edge endangered species
wanting more than we need
computers phones gold homes cars
more animal than beasts
the corporate czar global leaders
give a harvest of grief
the Killing Fields, Rwanda, Darfur
Bosnia, East Timor,
how many holocausts before they cease—
Hell is an absence of love
in people who bend to hate and greed.

 

Death is the maker of creeds and men
withering away in the end
when hymns of eternal rest and peace
pour out into the air
like smoke over Syria
heaven betrayed by hells we made on earth.

~Rayn Roberts

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World Poetry Day was declared by UNESCO in 1999. Each year, UNESCO meets and focuses on some particular poet and his or her works. Often, the spotlight is cast on poetry written in a minority or even rare and endangered language. Poetry recitals and similar events may also be held in various countries in recognition of the day.

Schools may have special poetry writing sessions or even contests, poets may be invited to recite their works in local cafes, and exhibits may put famous or new, local written poetic creations on display.

While World Poetry Day is on 21 March, it used to be in October, and some countries still observe it then.

 

PoetsWest Seattle

Saturday      Mar. 9th      4-5:30 pm

Tara Hardy

Mike Hickey

Kendra Steel

Green Lake Branch Public Library, Seattle Washington

Open Mic too     5-5:30pm                                               

Host Rayn Roberts

 

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6 Poems by Rayn Roberts @ the Seattle Star

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6 Poems by Rayn Roberts / The Seattle Star

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The Seattle Star is a Neutron Bomb

 

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“Look deeply at the big picture beyond revenge to compassion /  We are broken or someday will be, but still beautiful, broken / Kintsugi, it all depends on we put the pieces back together.” ~ from “These boys, These Men” by Rayn Roberts

Break This Bottle

If I tallied the heartbeats needed to see
The big picture, sum total of the source,
I’d come up short, I know, dumb idea.
It doesn’t matter, we needn’t map it out
To be safe, happy; still it’s good to know
What’s going on before we set a course
To the isle of calamity– Waves rise, fall
No gull flies too high on its own wings

The fisherman is the fish he kills to eat,
Who will stop ll Duce and his men?
I swam through the eye of a divine hook
Looked in the barbed eye of God, saw
The truth is not as clear as many say
Dancing as it does in the mind’s reticulum,
And we, good consumers, turn our heads
From history, to eat our captive prey

Cage and hormone free, of course, goat
Cow, pig, fish, chicken, veal and bison
Raised on ranch or farm, sent to slaughter,
We cut the throats of lambs with knives
Not our own, avoiding the idea of death
Feeding on the dead, the dying fruit
Gluten free bread, naked juice, vegan
Muffin, we feast and fattened, we walk

Like red rock crab in kelp-green water
Nothing close to straight forward in spirit.
We swallow too much of what we’re fed
By those who do not love us as we are,
We dive, but not too deep, we swim but
Not so fast, treading water in a turbid sea
Bobbing in orange life jackets of belief
Sharks cruising just below our feet, days

We jettison with cries for help in bottles
To those who might heal the national soul
Run aground on hidden reefs, set upon
By con-men, Neo Nazi thugs and thieves
Jacked-up racist soldiers posing as police.
Who will defend the fatherless, the elderly
The immigrant against the rise of tyranny?
No one will, no one can, not one, but We.

 

Rayn Roberts 2019

 

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