The Guest – Dan Bowman

The second edition of “The Guest” involves one of my favourite poets out of all of the WordPress world and goes by the name of dpbowman.
His work never disappoints me and every single piece  I have read has blew me away, some of my personal favourites are “Night Sailing” “Secret Garden” and “I Think I Left…”.
So everyone go and check him out on the following link you will not be disappointed!! – - – > 
http://dpbowman.wordpress.com/

Below if just a few quick questions I asked Dan followed by one of his poems, all enjoy!

So tell people who may not have come across you before a little bit about yourself?
My name is Dan Bowman, I am 34 years old.
I am a Writer, a Pilgrim, an Adventurer, and a Lover of Life. I hold a degree in religion and the hands of my children. I love words and hope to connect to the world through them. My style is eclectic. I am trying lately to push myself to try different styles.

How did you get into writing poetry?
I first got into poetry in 9th grade just to make silly rhymes to make others laugh. My first work was “Elvis in my Pelvis”. I soon realized that I could say anything in rhyme and the world seemed to fall into line. Also others never really knew exactly what I meant, but took their own meaning and pleasure from my writing. I never turned back.

Has your style changed over the years?
Lately my style has become more…free-range. I still find it quite easy to return to metre in a heartbeat with both feet (see?).

Have you got a fellow blogger that you would like to recommend?
Please visit Bobbie at http://tornadoday.wordpress.com/about/

What was your main inspiration behind the following poem?
I wanted to try to capture what it means to grow as a writer, an artist, a person. It is a stretching, a pushing, a birthing. It is a life-long battle that I may not win, but someday one of us will write words that shatter all expectations and Beauty will be recognized once again. Til then, I’ll keep trying!

Immutable Force

As I expand to meet and grow beyond the fences
I find when I push outward against them it takes a will of senses
And it is often easier to fall
Back into the measured simple familiar temple of metre
and fail to find the rate at which I’m not repeater
but fire into the world something new to all
But I suppose old Solomon got it after all for There
is nothing new but to view your my vanity of hot air
and wonder at the slipper left at the ball
I have list to idle chatter of what this and that the matter
and smile and pray that soon the day the world will shatter
as an artist rises to this call
Would that it were me but no I think I have much room
to grow inside this growing growth though it may be my tomb
if I do not push out upon the wall
Hope you all enjoyed that, the next “The Guest” post will be on Sunday! Remember there is still 2 days worth of voting left in “The Poetry Challenge” so vote for your favourite now!!!

The Poetry Challenge – Week 6 – A Thing Of Beauty – The Top Three!!

This weeks title was “A Thing Of Beauty” and once again all of you have set the standard incredibly high! In the past the winner has gone up on “The Poetry Challenge – The Top Voted!“  page and I have given their blog a shout out on twitter, now there is another incentive! As you may have seen I have just started up a weekly post called “The Guest” where I ask a fellow poet a few questions and let them showcase one of their poems or maybe two if they wish, so from now on every winner will have the option to participate if they want to, which I really hope they do!

The following three poems are the ones that I found the best out of all the submissions. The poems are labelled “A, B, C,” just comment the letter of the relevant poem that you find the best. Voting will close next Friday!!! Get Voting!!!

A - Janzen 

As she stood up to leave,
I watched her
As she got on her feet,
I watched her
As she pushed back her seat,
I watched her
As she fled to the street,
I watched her

The last of her memory was now all I had
Keeping all that was good, and forgetting the bad
As I sat there and watched her, I couldn’t believe
The girl whom I loved was now ready to leave

As she got up, I memorized all that I could
Didn’t chase after her like a normal guy would
Instead I did what I thought would be best
To hold a good memory despite my tight chest

I’ve stapled in mind the grace of her walk,
The smile on her lips whenever she talked,
The colour of her hair as it hit the sunlight,
Despite the sad fact that she left me that night

I hold on to the days we weren’t like this
And live for the nights she’d give me a kiss
To fight harder for her should’ve been a duty
For this girl, hands down, is a real thing of beauty

B -jymiely

Ethereal dust sprinkled on thy eyes
The reason why it shine, twinkles so bright
Thy hands, soft and smooth, won’t give a fight
Longed to touch it, if time permits, or dies.
Is the night sky comparable to your gaze?
Never, not an inch, for in thy sight I see
My image, so feeble, ugly: wants to flee
What was left in me? Awe and amaze.
Lightning speed how time fleets
Chasing physical enchantment
What was left on her youthful gleam?
Wrinkled, dried face, which I lament.
In stillness of the night, kindness and beauty I crave
Grandmother, I missed you. Soon I’ll visit your grave.

C - wendystrohm 

We’ve walked here and there and all about

Strode through the rain till the sun came out

Bathing the fields in golden light

Making the world suddenly bright

And then we paused in the midst of our march

To admire the greatest beautiful arch

A rainbow shimmering in the sky

And we’re full of wonder, by and by

And we speculate – me and my friend

What lies beneath the rainbow’s end?

Is there a fabled crock of gold?

No! It is a castle – crumbling and old…

Once again congratulations to Polly Robinson last weeks winner and everyone check out my “The Guest” post which she is on, here’s the link —>The Guest – Polly Robinson !  Thanks all and get voting!