Shel Silverstein

I love National Poetry Month….

on April 3, 2015 in Barbie Angell's Blog, poetry, rhyme, Roasting Questions, Shel Silverstein, things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with no comments by

April is National Poetry Month. As a poet, I’m required to have this knowledge and not just wait around for someone to post about it on Facebook…. and then look it up on Snopes to see if it’s actually true.
: )

If you have a child, then you may know about all the poetry that happens in April. Even schools who don’t normally have poetry in their classes will seize the day (so to speak) and break out the Shel Silverstein, Dorothy Parker or may snag a local poet to come perform for the kids. I’m one of those fortunate local poets.

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Book release party, signing & free show!

on November 30, 2012 in poetry, rhyme, Roasting Questions, Shel Silverstein, things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with 1 comment by
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My Upcoming Children’s Book Roasting Questions, Poems & Drawings, is Available Now on Pre-Sale

on October 16, 2012 in poetry, rhyme, Shel Silverstein with no comments by
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I was going to write up something so that everyone could get an idea of what’s going on with my new book, but Erin Scholze, of read more →

Pre-sales & website launch for my new book….

on September 23, 2012 in poetry, rhyme, Roasting Questions, Shel Silverstein, things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with no comments by
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The website for my book has been launched.  Since my publisher is a non-profit organization, Roasting Questions will be sent to press once pre-sales read more →

Shel Silverstein….my tributes.

on May 9, 2011 in poetry, rhyme, Shel Silverstein, things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with 9 comments by


i didn’t know when Shel passed away.  it seems everyone who knew me was so concerned about what my reaction would be, that no one wanted to bear that responsibility.  i didn’t have cable television in may of 1999 & i rarely read the newspaper, so i spent about two weeks in blissful oblivion.

via www.PoetryFoundation.org

i was watching a movie with my best friend & my new boyfriend when my mom called me.   she told me she had saved an article which had run in the Chicago Tribune about Shel.  excitedly i asked her if he had a new book coming out or if he’d be making an appearance….my one great wish had always been to meet my literary idol.  when she told me that he had passed away i was so obviously devastated that my new boyfriend thought i must have been crying over the demise of my father.  “No,” my best friend told him “she’s just found out that Shel Silverstein died.” read more →

my poems for Shel Silverstein….

on July 22, 2010 in poetry, rhyme, Shel Silverstein, things that have fallen out of barbie's mind.... with no comments by
My Hero

The sidewalk’s slowly cracking now.

The attic light has dimmed.

The giving tree gave

all the poems she saved.

The bearded man’s moaning a hymn.

The sun is going down again,

and the rain is coming in.

And we search the ground

for the perfect sound

and we wonder where we’ve been.

What common thought has captured us?

Who pulls the fraying thread?

And what can we say

of ourselves today,

when our bodies are finally dead?

And all of our eyelids are leaking.

And our ears softly beg for a rhyme.

‘Cause all that we need

is a moment to grieve,

in an endless allotment of time.

Where is our singing savior now?

Who took him away from our world?

His poems now rest

in his last precious breath,

and in tears of the boys and the girls.

I’ve lived inside his shadow now,

for this lifetime that I’ve had.

And his words and art,

from my very start,

have distinguished the good from the bad.

I pray for a new man to follow,

to lead me the way of my dreams.

A genius of meter.

A brilliant new leader.

As my hopes start to break at the seams.

‘Cause Shel paved the sidewalk for writers,

and the gifts that he gave are unchanged.

And I can’t let it go,

since nobody knows,

how to mop up the tears in my brain.

 

Ode to Shel Silverstein

Who are you when you’re with me?

Are you the you you’d like to be?

I’d like to be with you, you see

and be the me I’d like to be.

And if we two, that’s me and you,

were the “we” we wanted to,

would we be happy instead of blue,

if I were me and you were you?

But if I were you and you were me

oh what chaos that would be.

So you be you and I’ll be me

and all will wish

that they were we.

 

My book "Roasting Questions" is now available to purchase!