Carpe Diem Series

Welcome, Ponderbots, to a new season and a new series!

I’ve been feeling lots of hopeful energy and vibrancy from the world recently. This itching to claim life and see the magic it holds for us. We are here. We are alive. There is a time to fight for survival, and then there is a time to fight for wonderment. Today feels like a good day to let the act of feeling emotion, any emotion, remind us of the beauty of our existence.

What better way to do this than to dig into some art! This series will be here throughout the next couple months to inspire life into your world and to honor some incredible artists who embrace the days with creativity.

Carpe Diem, Ponderbots!

-Mia Savant

Frigid Water & Other Poetry by L.B. Sedlacek

Online Open Mic -2021

We have come to the end of the month and the end of our series. To close out the end of this year’s first Online Open Mic, we have the enjoyable poetry of L.B. Sedlacek! Her work is full of engaging and thoughtful weaving of words.

My Favorite Line: “Imagine that lobster enjoying a three course dinner on the ocean floor (or maybe a last meal)”


Frigid Water

(1)  Don’t attempt to swim.

Holed up in a basement with physics

students transmitting data using

a telegraph’s electronic circuits.

(2)  If you have a life vest, put it on.

December 15, 1955 – some say it

was the first time a computer

remotely transmitted data.

(3)  Pull yourself tight into a ball to

retain body heat.

A 33 year old telegrapher for the

Canadian National Railway took a leap

into modern day computer networking.

(4)  If you don’t have a life vest, grab

anything that floats.

This data exchange saved months

of calculations all with the push of 

a button.

(5)  If someone else is with you,

huddle together for warmth.

A small first step to get computers 

to operate together.

(6) If you don’t have a floatation device,

float on your back or tread water

very slowly.

With only a half megabyte of memory

it solved engineering problems.

(7) When rescued, check for signs of

hypothermia.

Natural computer calculations.

Signs of severe body heat loss are

slurred speech and no shivering.

Slowly re-warm your body.



Footle

We talk

act foolishly

as if

nothing’s wrong

as if

wires, plugs

are normal

connected to

the body

to keep

it breathing

lissome, fair

even as

the organs

shut down.


Gastrine Mill

Lobsters have teeth in their stomachs

for chewing their food

(even at their last meal)

a fact about as strange

as coffee on ceiling tiles

or houses sitting on triangle lots

or detached mothers watching their

kids play at the park.

Imagine that lobster enjoying a

three course dinner

on the ocean floor

(or maybe a last meal)

swimming around in a giant fish tank

without a way to escape

a fact about as real

as the sandwich generation

a fatal diagnosis

a missing person found alive.

It’s always better to chew food

thoroughly ‘cause you don’t know

when you will eat again,

(the last meal).


Artist:

L.B. Sedlacek has had poetry and fiction appear in different journals and zines.  Her first short story collection came out on Leap Day 2020 entitled “Four Thieves of Vinegar” published by Alien Buddha Press.  Her latest poetry books are “The Poet Next Door” (Cyberwit), “The Adventures of Stick People on Cars” (Alien Buddha Press), “The Architect of French Fries” (Presa Press) and “Words and Bones” (Finishing Line Press.)  She is a former Poetry Editor for “ESC! Magazine” and co-hosted the podcast “Coffee House to Go.” LB also enjoys swimming, reading, and playing ukulele. 

Follow:

lbsedlacek@charter.net

lbsedlacek@gmail.com http://www.lbsedlacek.com https://www.amazon.com/author/lbsedlacek

Twitter: @lbsedlacek

Instagram: @poetryinla

Facebook: @lbsedlacekpoet

LB’s latest poetry books are: “Happy Little Clouds” (Guerrilla Genesis Press), “The Poet Next Door” (Cyberwit), “The Architect of French Fries” (Presa Press), and “Words and Bones” (Finishing Line Press). Her first short story collection, “Four Thieves of Vinegar & Other Short Stories” came out on Leap Day 2020 from Alien Buddha Press.

Flown Shine & Other Poetry by Hiram Larew

Online Open Mic – 2021

Skip into this week with some delectable poetry by Hiram Larew! His soothing style will surely be a refreshing treat for your spirit.

My Favorite Line: “Angels at once glow inside this as harked and before or around what silence sings of all here gone
on shoulders that bring of ever will be”


Flown Shine

Angels be gown of these trumpets
Sliver of wings such hush hover
and backlit surrounding
or flown shine
Angels at once glow inside this
as harked and before or around
What silence sings of all here gone
on shoulders that bring of ever will be
Their sighs or divine
Their notes feather the lifting


Quiets Come

(This poem first appeared in Fine Lines.)

All is up
yes
all is sky
All is wings and tops and rise
All is up those branches hum
and whistles high
how quiets come

Or beams of clouds this world of still
that flies towards yes
and shall —
above what will and all
Where most of more
calls glowing


Roof

Who crowed me
Who put this rain shower on
and ran my gutters
Who did the sun go back and forth
and move me clouds
Who slanted me up here off down top
And who oh who climbed the reach
rose blooms to vine me


Gift of Guess

How fog comes towards
a newness in our older days
a blue inside of gray
or spidered doors
And leaves
leave such sounds as true
as browns beneath
or stones their damp
or lamps switched on

Then what dusk does as well
Its onion skins
or tree-root steam
or crinkled light
that makes all crows
their evenings

Or how musty years
in grapes that hang
or wasps or carried pails
And fielded ways
come in between —
This gift of guess
on shelves of webs
in jars of nails


Artist:

Hiram Larew

Larew’s poems have appeared recently in Poetry South, Honest Ulsterman, Contemporary American Voices and Best Poetry Online.  His Poetry X Hunger initiative is bringing poets from around the world to the anti-hunger cause (www.PoetryXHunger.com)

Royalty & Other Poetry by Dee Allen

Onlin Open Mic – 2021

Come read the great work of Dee Allen! His poetry stands strong with its deep imagery and important topics.

My Favorite Line: “We’re made for Freedom like our tribal royal forebears were.”


                      ROYALTY

                                                   There are no more

                                              kingdoms or dynasties

                                              displayed on any map.

                                                        Mass Media

                                                       has them all.

                                             Fiefdoms in abundance.

                                                 Cults of personality

                                                  in high-definition

                                                          ultra 4K.

                                          The beautiful people seen

                                        on the flat television screen

                                                      the ordinary

                                            less glamourous would

                                         follow follow follow follow

                                                        anywhere.

                                                     For as long as

                                                    cameras flash,

                                                              roll

                                                  & the paparazzi

                                                   have the tacky

                                                 red carpet ready,

                                                  actors & models

                                            will be kings & queens

                                                      uncrowned,

                                                    their children

                                             princes & princesses

                                                          & their

                                        multitudes of fans, willing

                                               subjects to royalty.

                                                   W: 4.19. 2020

                          REV: Martin Luther King Birthday 2021


                                          CONFESSIONAL

Today,

I’m feeling confessional.

So I should 

Break down and confess:

I was an abused child.

As a child, I was constantly abused

By other people’s children.

W: 9.29.11


                                  EVERY TWENTY YEARS

                                          in America, it seems,

                                                                 Pride

in ourselves

     as African people

          w/ African culture

                 escapes from

                           the steel cage

                                         Oppression forged for it

                                                   & flees

                                                         @ large

                                                                from state

                                                                          to state

And it should. We’re made for Freedom

like our tribal

                        royal 

                                forebears were.

After all, 

we carry

             traces of

                   the Motherland

                         in our blood

                                   & decolonised minds—

W: 11.22.17


                                                          Dee Allen.

African-Italian performance poet based in Oakland, California U.S.A.

Active on the creative writing & Spoken Word tips since the early 1990s. Author of 5 books [ Boneyard, Unwritten Law, Stormwater and Skeletal Black, all from POOR Press, and from Conviction 2 Change Publishing, Elohi Unitsi ] and 34 anthology appearances [ including Your Golden Sun Still Shines, Rise, Extreme, The Land Lives Forever, Civil Liberties United, Trees In A Garden Of Ashes, Colossus: Home, Impact and the newest from York, England’s own Stairwell Books, Geography Is Irrelevant ] under his figurative belt so far.

Who Am I & Other Poetry by Lynn White

Online Open Mic -2021

Lynn White is a shining poetry with the blend of self reflection and reflection of the world into the bite size pieces we need. Come read her wonderful work to start your week off well!

My Favorite Line: “Would I want to face the person hindsight made me.”


Who Am I

When did I last know who I am?
I wonder if it when I was a child,
when I made up stories
from my imagination.
Was I separate then
from the imaginary children
with imaginary parents
and imaginary friends.
knowing
where my story began
and where I ended.
I don’t remember.

Perhaps the story ended before I began.
Perhaps the two began together.
Perhaps they may end together,
separately
or eternally
entwined,
inseparable.
I cannot say.
I never could.

Did I ever know who I am?

First published in Literary Yard, October 2016



I Am A Child

I am a child of the revolution
created by the wake of
fascism and imperialism,
that sought to construct
a more just society.

I am a child numbed by poverty,
stultified by working class conformity,
of a mother who wanted better for me,
but also wanted to keep me the same.

I am a child of these contradictions
who became a rebel
in the cultural revolution
of the rock and roll generation.
Who was liberated by student life,
by control of fertility,
by other places,
by the music and art
all parents hated.

I am still that child.
This is what made me.
This is what shaped me and
became part of my present,
became part of my future.

Sometimes I have tried to escape it.
Sometimes I still do.



Hindsight

We thought we’d done it!
Created the basis for a future
based on peace and love and civil rights.
Even a pandemic couldn’t stop us at Woodstock.
We were unstoppable!
In diverse countries
we saw the rebels become statesmen.
We thought the struggle was over.
And now with hindsight,
I wonder if we would do it again
now we know what happened next.
And if I could go back
with that knowledge,
would I want to?
Would I want
to face
the person hindsight made me.
And with hindsight,
would I be there for me to find?

First published in Gyroscope Review, Fall, 2020


Artist:

Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud ‘War Poetry for Today’ competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Light Journal and So It Goes.

Follow:

Find Lynn at: https://lynnwhitepoetry.blogspot.com and https://www.facebook.com/Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077/

Universal Discretion & Other Poetry by Scott Thomas Outlar

Online Open Mic -2021

Scott Thomas Outlar takes a look in the direction of the existential with his enjoyable word play. Check out his work below!

My favorite line, “Love is a blank check/an IOU theory, centered in zeroes, bundled in pairs, soon cashed, when cards, start crumbling.”


Universal Discretion

grappling with ghosts

      elusive shadows

                 phosphorescent fingers

           grasp at halos

                         rings of smoke

                   and sacrifice

         keep signaling back

                  to the starting gun

                      began with a bang

                             now begging for whispers

               whimper into the void

           and sigh

groveling with gusto

         ecstatic eyes

                    holy at the center

              caramel and crimson

                           feast of queens

                       and folly

               fools over time

                      become wise or winos

                             end with a flourish

                                     bone dry and thirsty


Scattered Ages

Snapshots of mood & emotion

The mouth of death
and its inevitable yawn

Plagues throughout time
our emergent rise from the muck & mud

My ancestors didn’t starve in the cold
before passing on their swagger

and neither should I
succumb to a sin not my own

nor suffer the karma
that’s been cleansed from my soul

I caught 18 falling leaves this autumn
each one blessed with a wish still to make

Every yesterday failed to dig my grave
tomorrow remains a promise of the wind


Of Crystal Castles and Crashing Waves

Into the breach!
(even if an abyss)
march, hut, two
x 4 x 6 [+] 64

God is an equation/a flux in the field
scattered about
slung throughout
yet unified
somewhere safe
behind the scenes

Whether your answers
arrive
or not

Whether your prayers
find promise
or go up in smoke
as signals dispersed
by the sands of…

Time out!
(space shift)
calm, breathe, sigh
x siren x stargaze [-] confusion

Love is a blank check/an IOU theory
centered in zeroes
bundled in pairs
soon cashed
when cards
start crumbling


Artist:

Scott Thomas Outlar lives and writes in the suburbs outside of Atlanta, Georgia. His work has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and Best of the Net. He guest-edited the 2019 and 2020 Western Voices editions of Setu Mag. Selections of his poetry have been translated into Afrikaans, Albanian, Bengali, Dutch, French, Italian, Kurdish, Malayalam, Persian, Serbian, and Spanish. His sixth book, Of Sand and Sugar, was released in 2019. His podcast, Songs of Selah, airs weekly on 17Numa Radio and features interviews with contemporary poets, artists, musicians, and health advocates.

Follow: More about Outlar’s work can be found at 17Numa.com.   

Pages to Ponder: Emotionally Broken by Shiela Denise Scott

Emotionally Broken by Shiela Denise Scott is an honest and open window that peers into the heart of a pure love’s grief. Dedicated to the love of her life who was sadly taken from her, it holds the weight of such tragedy with a gentle touch. The book is a heartbeat, with each poem being the throb of ache in tandem with the swell of joy to have experienced the taste of love. The pureness of her heart awakens hope beyond the grief while maintaining its beautiful legacy. For anyone who has lost a loved one, this book is a soothing and validating read.


Author: Shiela Denise Scott

Get the book at:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1043476

My Favorite Quote:

“Heartbroken pieces embraced soulless kin, Journeys dead end find compassionates fate.”

Read an Excerpt:

https://pondersavant.com/2021/02/11/missing-you-alone-by-shiela-denise-scott/

Happy Holidays, Ponderbots!

Happy Holidays, Ponderbots!

This year has been a rollercoaster and it’s time to take a break to rest and recover! Ponder Savant will be back come the new year, but for these last couple weeks of December there will be a holiday pause to revel in the joy of the season.

In whichever way you celebrate during these times I wish you all to keep safe, find excitement in the little things, and may your soul feel replenished!

See you in 2021, my fellow artists!

-Mia Savant

In a Fog of Missing You – Original Song by Mia Savant

To What We Lost – Wrapping up

Wrapping up the series, I wanted to share with you an original song I wrote about the greatest lost I’ve ever experienced. About a decade ago I was pregnant and in a dangerous divorce. In order to protect my child I placed her for adoption in the arms of a loving family. Over the years I have had thousands of emotions coursing through me regarding this, each one powerful, most of them painful, but also filled with love and gratefulness. When I feel these waves, I take it in, embrace its force, and then let it go out with the tide. This song is a moment in that wave, and is dedicated to my daughter who I love with all that I am.


Lyrics:

I’m usually known that I have a thing or three to say

I’ll weave you a picture and then again in crochet

I don’t shy from expression

And I run from oppression

So, I don’t know why I’m acting this way

But you’re the only thing

Where silence is my reverency

Still I wish I wasn’t weak

And I could find something to speak

Chorus:

And I keep thinking

I’m gonna find the words

The ones that you deserve

Perfect as you

But every time I try to find them

I seem to be denied them

Perfectly out of view

I am lost

In a fog

Of missing you

So, silence will have to do

The goal was always for me to stand in front of you

I’d take every hit and carry it all so you wouldn’t have to

But what phrase can I give to comfort your fears

When all of mine now soaked in tears

I’m sorry

Is bleeding

From me

Chorus:

And I keep thinking

I’m gonna find the words

The ones that you deserve

Perfect as you

But every time I try to find them

I seem to be denied them

Perfectly out of view

I am lost

In a fog

Of missing you

So, silence will have to do

Cuz you’re the only thing

Where silence is my reverency

A Parting – Original Music by Acoustic Librarian

To What We Lost – Acoustic Librarian

Listen today to this bittersweet song from Acoustic Librarian. A song that embraces the timeless loss of a relationship.


I saw you dancing across the room;
I smiled, but you did not see.
Last month I would have been by your side;
Now both of us are free.

When I’m alone, thing about you,
Some memories are hard to forget.
Time spent with you, the touch of your hand,
A parting I did not expect.

You said it’s over between us,
A dream, an illusion I’d thought would last.
Now when I see you, everything’s changed,
But it’s hard to let go of the past.

Often I wonder what went wrong;
Was one of us to blame?
Did what we had end far too soon,
Or is this just part of the game?

Sometimes I wish I’d never known you;
Missing you now is still hard to bear.
Being together I took for granted;
Now I’m all too aware.

Now at parties I’m with other people;
Maybe you’re there, but I don’t look around.
Still at times, loneliness haunts me,
Even as part of a crowd.

Did our parting hurt you at all?
Was I so easy for you to forget?
Now I see you with someone else;
And it’s too late for regrets.


Artist:

Acoustic Librarian is a songwriter, open mic performer and technology librarian. He lives in Orange County, California with his wife and their two cats.

Follow:

Follow him on Instagram, @AcousticLibrarian or Twitter, @AcousticLBR