{"id":273574,"date":"2018-04-09T06:06:45","date_gmt":"2018-04-08T20:06:45","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/?p=273574"},"modified":"2018-04-09T06:06:45","modified_gmt":"2018-04-08T20:06:45","slug":"april-is-national-poetry-month","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/april-is-national-poetry-month\/","title":{"rendered":"April is National Poetry Month"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>TINIAN 15 N LAT WEATHER WATCH<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>It is hot, it is hot here year round<br \/>\nthe humidity and the heat are always the same<br \/>\nit is the same old story always found<br \/>\nequitable temperatures, latitude, precipitation to blame<br \/>\nWell we might as well sit down and have a beer<br \/>\nand talk about the last typhoon<br \/>\nit\u2019s the next one coming that we usually fear<br \/>\nnone yet this year hopefully none very soon<br \/>\nWe might talk about family living in the states<br \/>\nand horrible ice storms and accidents in the snow<br \/>\nthen there is the rising cost of air fare rates<br \/>\nand all that traffic makes us not want to go<br \/>\nYes, another beer would be good underneath pine trees<br \/>\n15 F degrees temperature differential if you please.<\/p>\n<p><em>The next sonnet was inspired by a traditional Irish country song collected by Padraic Colum, published as \u201cShe Moved Through the Fair\u201d in 1909.<br \/>\nMany slightly different versions of it have been recorded since then.<\/em><\/p>\n<p><strong>SHE DIED WITH A FLAIR &amp; CAME BACK IN A FLARE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>My old love said to me, \u201cAll those we love are dead\u201d<br \/>\nour parents long gone buried at the old homestead<br \/>\nthen she stepped away from me and this she did say<br \/>\nit will not be long, love, till our own dying day<br \/>\nshe slipped away from me and died with a flair<br \/>\nfondly I kissed her and stroked her white hair<br \/>\nher spirit soared skyward towards Venus in the sky<br \/>\nthe Teakettle stars boiled in the Milky Way near by<br \/>\nand many are the nights as at the stars I stare<br \/>\nin every meteorite my love passes by in a flare<br \/>\nshe passed by last night a meteorite flare in the black<br \/>\nshe stood by my bedside near the old fishing shack<br \/>\nshe whispered in my ear and this she did say<br \/>\nI\u2019ll see you soon in heaven some sweet day. <\/p>\n<p><strong>A WASP IN THE CITRUS GROVE<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I knew the oranges were not sweet<br \/>\nas I walked from field to field<br \/>\nthough they were great in my tea<br \/>\nquite juicy and loaded with Vitamin C<br \/>\nThere was a large bushy tree near by<br \/>\nmy house and with fruit it was loaded<br \/>\nas I plucked my last of four oranges<br \/>\na long black wasp flew at me goaded<br \/>\nIt bit the finger of my left hand<br \/>\nand then flew up and bit my lip<br \/>\nI flicked it off but up the sleeve<br \/>\nof my loose shirt it made another trip<br \/>\nIt bit me thrice and heard me howl as it<br \/>\nflew silently off and left me with a scowl.<\/p>\n<p><strong>I\u2019M NOT AFRAID OF DEATH<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not afraid of death<br \/>\nits just knowing its the last breath<br \/>\nI\u2019m not afraid of dying<br \/>\nits hearing all those people crying<br \/>\nI love Arlo Guthrie\u2019s Motorcycle Song<br \/>\n\u201cand I don\u2019t wanna die I just want<br \/>\nto ride on my motor cy\u2026 cle\u201d<br \/>\nBob Dylan sang, \u201cDarkness at the break<br \/>\nof noon\u2026eclipses both the sun and moon<br \/>\n\u2026he not busy being born is busy dying\u201d<br \/>\nwe know its coming but we can\u2019t say when<br \/>\nit is usually unknown as it has always been<br \/>\nI\u2019m not afraid of death<br \/>\nits just knowing its the last breath.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>TINIAN 15 N LAT WEATHER WATCH It is hot, it is hot here year round&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":11,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[20750,20751,16617,6158],"class_list":["post-273574","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-opinion","tag-arlo-guthrie","tag-motorcycle-song","tag-national-poetry-month","tag-tinian"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273574","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/11"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=273574"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/273574\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=273574"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=273574"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.saipantribune.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=273574"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}