Wine Art Music Poetry Project- Outdoor Festival

Or known as WAMPP- "Poetry and Music can be wondrous healing factors in one's life"- This is something I have wanted to get off the ground since my open mic, Cultural Art Expression group began a year and a half ago.

• Musicians
• Artist
• Poets
• Writers/Authors
• Children Performers
• Playwrights
• Wine
• Food
• Children Activities
• Art Gallery
• Sculptures

All will be available for your pleasure, and entertainment will collaborate upon two stages while the public enjoys their works for free in Pennington, NJ. 

The photo above is the muse for the artwork being designed for our posters and signs, as well as an idea I had when reading one evening. Between Bryan Borland.com, Jessie Carty @ 58 Inches, Annmarie @ Vox Poetica , and many others I now read and follow, I feel it was appropriate to place their books together for the photo. Well, along with one of my favorites, Shakespeare.

BTW- not to interrupt this programming for us ADHD readers, but Annmarie host a weekly Thursday Podcast each week, go check it out and you can hear past guest read their works which I believe is the coolest show, and a good way to hear how a poet intended for their works to be heard!

Things are moving along with WAMPP, as we are waiting for some zoning permits, and such. Alisandra W. at Straube Center is the most delightful girl. She initially contacted me to hold the event on her bosses property, and is an Art Major and has the passion to help make this possible. Straube Center is a non-profit Art and Sculpture Garden located on a sprawling few acres or more of land still housing the original Contreau Distillery. Such a cool space for the hopefully 'annual' event!

I need more poets. Plenty of musicians available, but I am hoping, so cross your fingers more poets will want to come out and be a part of this great cause.

This event will be raising money with a partnership of The American Heart Association, Straube Center, and I for Children's- Congenital Heart Disease. Something close to home, as most of you know my daughter Anelisa Diane Dillion passed away almost ten years ago from this birth defect.

Thank you everyone for making this possible. I believe Charity is part of what makes us caring human beings. Not just the money, but giving our time, outside of work and family. More details as they come...

Peace,

Elizabeth Dillion-Stelling

I also would like to thank Brooke S. Rochon, Web Designer/Graphic Artist for her charity in designing artwork for WAMPP, among other things she has done for me lately. She is an awesome graphic artist, and artist. Brooke You Rock!

Napowrimo #27 & #28- Read Write Poem Prompt

I wish there were more hours in a day- I miss doing these prompts from Read Write Poem (on my side bar) that usually lead to other works, words spreading across my page, and opening up cans of forgotten feelings, stolen moments, hard times, and streets with a different kind of pavement to rock my feet. -E

Arthur Koestler wrote: “The moment of truth, the sudden emergence of a new insight, is an act of intuition.” Akin to a “sixth sense,” intuition brings pieces together. It gives the gift of heightened awareness.

Six Sense

Maybe things are born
to die for a purpose

life lines, memory kinds
daughter to daughter

intuition filled sad eyes
saving a life for a life

contained all in a moment
doctors muffled voice

noises of the street
blender and juicer beets

be sure when storms arrive
awnings are wrapped up tight

useless, standing in the rain, cold
waiting for the light, already on

almost never, dead wrong...


Take a word that’s part of you — your name, your birth month, your favorite animal, your guiding principle. Write that word vertically down a page and use the letters to start the lines of a poem. When you’re done, you’ll have an acrostic poem. (Though the prompt could be as simple as “write an acrostic poem,” the word sounds scary this late in the month. This prompt is designed to ease you into the final stretch. Don’t stress too much about the word you choose. NaPoWriMo is just for fun. Are you having fun?)

Equally fulfilled
Lighthearted, full of memories
Inside, outer beauty
Zealously pursues perfection
Alcoves scattered about worlds
Bewitching ones self
Enchanted with life
Things left unsaid shall not change what is apparent, but
Hence the need for words to move the day…

Muse Monday 20- Mixed Media Garden

Landmine

Why would a mother who lost
her first seed, feeding off genetic strength

a spring bud busted through hard ground-
the patch of un-kept soil hanging out

next to the redneck projects where self doubt
potential is shot directly into the veins

with silver bullet tongues- place a masterpiece
self portrait of her angel over the porcelain structure

Dressed in transparent pinks, orange, and beige
shroud; only the very observant will reflect

a presence just above the out of date vanity cabinet;
sitting over the hand sanitizer, where just to the right

behind one more jewel, antiquity find of simplistic wood
framed mirror holding up silk and plastic bouquet

of spring flowers. Never faded by artificial light
or snarky looks, just part of a shrine,

five by seven room reminding a renter of where she came,
what she is capable of, and what life holds no matter

what was plucked- beauty no longer seen to the naked eye
fills more than just a small space, but has to walk

out the door- time after time, and plant a seed
in another lonely plot of ground

watered by much needed tears from every passerby.

Five A.M. Poetry

Periodically when I cannot sleep- I read, speak poetry, journal my thoughts, as music flows from my CD player... Citizen Cope, and so many other (new to me) are finding there way into my mind...

A while back, and recording some poetry for a fellow artist friend Dash Deringer @ The Deringer Files, I threw in a few of my own, and he so kindly published one, and of course it is entitled...

Sleep Sleep be my jailer Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep be my romeo Sleep Sleep  Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep  Sleep  Sleep

Sleep   my own violent wind       Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep     seize me       Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep

Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep your balcony a-waits    Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep Sleep

...go over to his site, view and listen...