Held in Jamaica, West Indies:
Sangster’s Bookstore – June 1st,2019
106 Hope Road
She started off with this…
“I use this yarn firstly because the colors are awesome! The texture is nice & smooth. It’s easy on the fingers. It’s of good quality, no knotting/kinking. It’s strong & durable, as it also holds up well in the washing machine (on gentle cycle of course). It’s also great for blankets, covers, clothing, etc., as it’s quite warm & flexible for warmer temperatures too. I LOVE IT!”~Sloopy of Sloopy’s Crochet, LLC.
Got it all ready…
She finished with this…
1 Blanket (Size: Full-Queen)
1 Footstool Cover
~Created by: Sloopy’s Crochet, LLC
“I say Sloopy needs to start selling her creations.”~Maxwanette A Poetess
As a Poetess, I often view life on a variety of levels. This encourages & inspires me to express myself through prose. As my Blog is dedicated to Poetry, it still falls in line with Art on a whole. As you may notice, we post/share Entrepreneurial Ventures, Art, Music, Crocheting, Writing Tips, Ways to make money & promote your poetry/writing, Positive Vibes…Heck! We share much more here than just Poetry. It’s the love of “Arts & Humanity.” 🥰❤️💛💚
I came across this post on our Facebook page. It was compelling & riveting all at once. It simply had to be shared. The picture caught my attention but the WORDS held it. Such strong & supportive beauty, embroidering a vital message. ~Maxwanette A Poetess
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Mr. McNeil, reciting one of my favorite childhood poems, by of course, one of my favorite authors & poets…”Annabel Lee” ~by Edgar Allan Poe
This was an awesome & heartfelt rendition.
WoW! Dynamic Performance.
~Maxwanette A Poetess
Mr. McNeil loves his Queens Community & they him…
With Atiba Wilson, Ajise Vincent, Eartha Watts Hicks, Saiku-DropSquad Akinlawon, Bob McNeil,Tantra Zawadi, Fred Simpson, Keisha-Gaye Anderson, Jacqueline Johnson and The Afrikan Poetry Theatre (The Center For Culture).
Bob McNeil at St. Agnes Library/NYPL.
Recites, Edgar Allan Poe’s: Alone
With Eartha Watts Hicks.
Provided the weather permits, I love taking strolls through Rufus King Park in Queens, New York. There, among the blades of grass, trees and birds, I can breathe. Under trees that lived through centuries, I feel respect for nature’s splendor. Often, during such times, I remember these lines from a Joyce Kilmer poem:
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
Think about the wisdom of those words for a moment. There would be no life if trees were absent from this planet. The same way fish require water to survive. Mankind is dependent on trees. Thankfully, these majestic, organic pillars give us precious oxygen.
Constitutionals through the park make me realize that we owe the soil and ourselves more trees. Every person, upon getting approval from the Department of Parks and Recreation, should plant seeds and allow whole new titanic trees to flourish. Perhaps that would be the best way to celebrate genuflection-worthy nature each day of our lives.
There’s opportunities in Poetry. Take a look…