Friday, October 3, 2014

Thursday, July 10, 2014

July 31st Poetry Meetup

RSVP for the next Toronto Poetry Club meeting on July 31st by visiting our Meetup page:

http://www.meetup.com/torontopoetryclub/events/179400532/

Poetry meetings are on the last Thursday of every month, starting at 6:30 PM.

Location is the Map Room at Hart House (University of Toronto campus).

Everyone is welcome, even if you are not a member and do not RSVP. Although we certainly prefer if you do RSVP so we have an inkling of how many people are coming.

Wednesday, April 9, 2014

April 24th Toronto Poetry Club Meeting

Our next meeting is on April 24th. If you want to sign up visit our Meetup page or our Facebook page and RSVP for our upcoming meeting.

All location and time details are on the above mentioned pages.

Hope to see you there!

Regained TorontoPoetryClub.com

As of today TorontoPoetryClub.com redirects to http://www.meetup.com/torontopoetryclub/ - and http://www.meetup.com/The-Toronto-Poetry-Club/ also redirects to http://www.meetup.com/torontopoetryclub/ as well.

This was really a leftover from the old Toronto Poetry Club (which got deleted), but the domain name TorontoPoetryClub.com still exists (and is registered under the previous president's name).

Long story short, the TorontoPoetryClub.com was redirecting to http://www.meetup.com/torontopoetryclub/, a page which did not exist... but as of today it now does, and our Meetup page should now be easier for people to find.

It also means that old links that were advertising TorontoPoetryClub.com have effectively been fixed because they are now linking to the correct location of the Meetup website.

Yada yada yada, a bunch of technical mumbo jumbo, it is all fixed.

Huzzah!

That is until the domain name registration runs out and we have to register it again. Oh well.

Monday, March 31, 2014

Poetry Editing and Proofreading Services

The Toronto Poetry Club has a new sponsor. MastersEssay.com is now an official sponsor of the Toronto Poetry Club.

MastersEssay.com is a local company which helps University of Toronto students by editing and proofreading essays, school projects, essay writing services, resume writing, etc.

But you can also hire them to edit and proofread your poetry.

Or you could just come to a Toronto Poetry Club meeting instead and get the same service for FREE by talking to your fellow poets in Toronto.

So not to pootah our new sponsor, but come on, why would you pay for a service you could get for free just by signing up and becoming a member of the Toronto Poetry Club? And coming to our lovely monthly meetings, which is a great social event to meet other poets and writers.



If you want to sponsor the Toronto Poetry Club just contact us, donate a sum of money to our poetry club coffers (minimum $30 donation if you want us to give you a link), and we will post about you being one of our official sponsors and include a link to your company website.

Thank you for supporting local poetry in Toronto!

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Toronto Poetry Club on Meetup.com

Today we registered the Toronto Poetry Club on Meetup.com.

It is pretty easy to find, it is http://www.meetup.com/The-Toronto-Poetry-Club/

So if you are already a meetup.com member you just need to look for Toronto poetry on meetup and you will find it.

We also operate a Facebook group (The Toronto Poetry Club on Facebook) at https://www.facebook.com/groups/torontopoetry/ if you want to join that too.

For all other news stick to our official website, TorontoPoetryClub.ca.


Local Man Finds Love at Poetry Club Meeting

I wrote the following poem as a promotional thing on a craigslist ad. I decided to keep it.

Local Man Finds Love at Poetry Club Meeting

When Bob met Gracy he felt an instant connection.
She was just like him, only she was a reflection.
They both loved poetry and attended the meetings.
Each time they spoke there was love in their greetings.

Over time they grew closer, beginning to fantasize.
They would catch themselves staring into each other's eyes.
Finally Bob popped the question: "Wanna get a beer after?"
Gracy blushed and said yes, and they have been together thereafter.


POETRY MEETUP TONIGHT, TORONTO POETRY CLUB

time - 6:30, March 27th

place - Hart House Map Room, University of Toronto, 7 Hart House Circle. M5S 3H3

what to bring - 1 piece of your personal poetry to be read by our circle of poets. (If you don't want to read it yourself, someone else can read for you.)

duration - 2 or 3 hours.

afterwards - sometimes we go out to a pub afterwards to hang out and socialize.

Friday, March 7, 2014

Next Toronto Poetry Club Meeting - March 28th at 6:30 PM

Want to come to the next Toronto Poetry Club Meeting?

Day - March 28th 2014

Time - 6:30 PM

Place - Map Room, Hart House at the University of Toronto. From the main entrance go up the stairs, turn right. The map room will be on the right.

The following is a photo from our last Toronto Poetry Club Meeting on February 27th 2014.


Friday, February 28, 2014

Rama and Sita

Rama and Sita

Based on "The Ramayana" of Valmiki, re-envisioned by Charles Moffat, Jan.-Feb. 2012. 




So sayeth Valmiki...

In Ancient India, in times of old
In the land of Aydohya, lived Rama the Bold
Rama was the perfect son, living by the rules of Dharma
Ever dutiful and responsible, he was blessed with good Karma

Prince Rama was the oldest, but his stepmother was a schemer
She sought for her son Bharata, wanting him to be the next leader
Having saved the king from illness, she sought out the king for a favour
Anything sayeth the king, not knowing the price of her desire

"I wish for you to banish Rama, make Bharata your heir."
Nothing could have wounded the king more, for Rama was most fair
Bound by his word the King obeyed, disliking his wife's demand
Rama heard his father's edict, "I gladly obey father's command."

Rama was married to Sita, whose purity was like a lotus blossom
Sita begged to go with Rama, their two hearts beating like one drum
"As shadow to substance, so is wife to husband."
"Let me walk ahead of you, clear your passage through the land."

Rama agreed to his wife's request, taking her deep into the forest
His brother Lakshmana went too, making Rama's flight his quest
Bharata sought to deny the throne, forsaking his mother's grace
He placed Rama's sandals on the seat, acting as regent in Rama's place

Deep in the forests lived monks, but they were plagued by Rakshasa monsters
Rama's arrows were true, his aim was unsurpassed amongst archers
Wherever Rama went the demons died in hordes
His bow string hummed like a sitar with its chords

To the south on the island of Lanka was the demon king Ravana
An incredible wise man Ravana's ten heads was a match for Rama
He spied Sita and seized her while Rama was chasing a deer
Taking her back to Lanka Ravana had no worries or fear

Across the sea Ravana fled, Sita over his shoulder
Sita wept for Rama but was wiser than her kidnapper
From her arms and neck she dropped her bracelets and jewelry
Sayeth Sita: "Take me back to Rama, stop this foolery!"

Sayeth Ravana: "Sita, I will make you my wife."
"You will come to me willingly and I shall spare your life."
Sayeth Sita: "I love only Rama. I cannot love another."
"I belong to Rama like the ground belongs to the earth mother."

Sayeth Ravana: "Nonsense, what does Rama have that I do not?"
"I will have you for my wife Sita as surely as the sun is hot!"
Sayeth Sita: "Rama is powerful, you would be foolish not to run!"
"I belong to Rama like the rays belongs to the sun!"

In the forest Rama met the monkey king Hanuman
Together they searched for Sita and came up with a plan
Hanuman found Sita's jewelry on the shores of the sea
Across the water lay the island of Lanka and he knew where Sita must be

Hanuman went to Lanka and saw Sita in the garden
She had gracefully refused to enter Ravana's home or den
Ravana did not force her, he left her alone to her prayers
Hanuman went to her and tried to soothe her tears

Sayeth Hanuman: "Never fear dear Sita, Hanuman is here."
"Come with me back to Rama and we shall disappear!"
Sayeth Sita: "Ravana's demons are many, even now they come."
"You must run Hanuman, don't you hear their drum?!"

The Rakshasa demons seized Hanuman and set fire to his tail
But Hanuman leapt away, jumping on the palace wall and leaving a fiery trail
The Rakshasa demons chased him but Hanuman left only ruins in his wake
Ravana's palace was burned down and he swore at his demons for their mistake

Hanuman returned to Rama and told him where Sita was held
He told Rama everything he saw, touched and smelled
Rama called upon Hanuman to raise the monkey warriors
Hanuman did as he was bid, by the tens of scores

Rama and his monkey army built a causeway to Lanka
They toiled day and night to reach the island and Sita
When they arrived the monkeys slew all the Rakshasa demons
Rama himself slew Ravana and all of his sons

Sita wept with love, proud that her husband was so bold
But when he came near her he began acting cold
Sita professed her love and thanking him for his actions
She knew in her heart she would bear Rama's sons

Sayeth Rama: "You have stayed in another man's house."
"I have done my duty to rescue you but I cannot be your spouse."
Sayeth Sita: "If I had known this would happen I would have killed myself."
"Build me a funeral pyre so you may see my purity yourself."

Rama and Hanuman built a funeral pyre as they were commanded
Sita walked amongst the flames untouched, true to her marriage bed
Rama forgave her, his love and loyalty for her renewed
They flew back to Ayodhya in a Pushpaka with the end of their feud

Rama was crowned king, the happy couple began their reign
Everything was joyous again but Rama overheard one man complain
Sayeth the man to his wife: "Do you think I am like Rama?"
"You have slept with another man, I don't need your lies or drama."

Sayeth Sita: "Husband I have really great news."
"Our bed has been fruitful, someday your sons will fill your shoes."
Sayeth Rama: "I cannot keep you my dearest."
"My people don't respect me even though you passed the test."

Rama sent Sita away, craving the respect of his people
Sita went obediently, residing instead in a temple
She met there the poet Valmiki and told him her story
Her tale told of Rama in all his greatness and glory

Sita gave birth to two sons with eyes like Rama's
But Sita was still sad, remembering everything that once was
Valmiki helped to raise the two boys, teaching them songs of trust
"Rama is great, Rama is just, Rama does what Rama must."

One day Rama went for a stroll and heard the two boys singing
"My sons!" sayeth Rama. "You must come live in Ayodhya with your king."
But then Rama noticed Sita and realized she must come too
"Perhaps a trial by water, such a trick should not be too difficult for you."

Sayeth Sita: "I will prove my love to you dearest Rama."
"If I have always been true to you, from Lanka to Ayodhya."
"If I have always been the perfect bride to the perfect groom."
"Then may mother earth please take me back into her womb."

Fini.

Remembering Rebecca

Rebecca was a most loving companion. She was sweet, brave, made me smile and laugh - most of all
her love was pure. Here's a poem that I have written to her, for her and for myself to remember all
the many endearing things she did. She brought great joy to my life.

Love Gail



Remembering Rebecca

(June 20, 2002 - February 3, 2014)

At seven weeks we meet.
You a moppet -
all white save a slate grey nose,
shining blue sapphire eyes
smallest, shyest of your litter mates
Timid, you crouch beneath the coffee table.

At ten weeks, I see
a fluffy feline batting at a feather toy
coming into your own now.

At fourteen weeks, it’s Thanksgiving
I ‘m already grateful for you little Birman girl
despite meowing the entire trip
from Barrie to the Bluffs
You hate car rides.
Home at last, I set you down
You circle round my living room,
bound into my lap, curling up
“I’ll stay you say,” in kitten body language.

We develop rituals.
Mornings, you greet me,
leap onto the window ledge
lounge as I shower.
When your grow older, you wait on the cotton bath mat
I step gingerly round you
As I sip tea you loll on the sofa beside me
I comb your silken fur
You roll over, not only trusting but
begging for a tummy rub.

Sometimes you vault to your kitty condo to watch birds
Silent as a whisper you steal away to sleep on my duvet.
Like Guys and Doll’s gangster, Skye Madison,
your time is the nighttime
At ten o’clock you come alive, frisky and alert
dash about the duvet, run round the living room
Little Crazy Nut and Boogie
I christen you.

Feisty full of fun
You spring three feet in the air
to tackle toys and ribbons.
You munch on Spider plants mistaking them for cat grass,
sip out of unattended glasses
knock over vases of peonies
to quench your thirst
You relish games of challenge
“Hanger Game” a favourite, paws darting out from beneath your fuzzy fleece
to catch that metal hanger.

You like to lick my juicy apple,
taste yogurt and applesauce on a spoon.
share a shrimp from my pad thai.
Between mouthfuls of Wellness
you hop onto my lap
connection is more important than food
so I stroke your back as you eat.
Your caregivers soon see I am not spoiling you
You’re social - will eat better with affection and room service.

Wonderful companion
I call to you in your tower from my Lazy Boy
“Kitty come up”
You respond with a gentle leap
warm my lap and heart.
As I mute commercials , relax to your calming purr
we watch TV together.

When friends visit
you bound down stairs, sniff an outstretched hand
approve with a head butt or bum twirl
accept a scratch behind the ears or chin chuck.

Sunshine and fresh spring air
Bring out your adventurous nature
you knock your leash on the floor
“Let’s go outside,” you say.
You explore the garden,
stopping to munch new grass
sit and catch the breeze.

When I come home
You hear my car in the drive
gallop down the stairs to greet me
Sometimes so fast your nose at the door as I open it.
After one three week trip to Europe
you wrap your white paws around Alan‘s pant leg and hold on
“Don’t leave me alone, stay and pet me,” you plead
You sense my footsteps,
I know, be cautious opening the door
You leap across luggage straight to my arms
A long flight, I want to wash my hands before I pet you
you follow me to the bathroom
climb onto the toilet,
kitty arms outstretched as I lather
“Please pick me up?” you say
You nestle into my chest, paws around my shoulders
holding on like a child
We snuggle on the couch.
Never have I known such affection.

At the computer
You wait patiently in your circular bed
for so long, then a little meow
as paws reach up my chair
or you pretend to chew cords
jump behind my laptop screen
“My turn now mom, pet me.”

At bed time you race upstairs
Sometimes I want to hold you,
Sometimes journal, read the paper first,
You lightly leap into my lap
“Time to cuddle.”
You’re right of course, I can’t resist.

You lie across my chest and abdomen
slide into the crook of my arm
It’s your baby position
You look up lovingly with
Trust and sweetness.

You like body contact
Nuzzle against my knee and thigh
often use my ankle as a pillow
I awaken to find you sleeping parallel
beside me on the bed, your head on the soft pillow
You bring comfort.

On cold winter mornings you meow at the duvet
I lift it up, you crawl beneath
warm up by my feet.

Innocent beauty
Your life brings joy
Human love less perfect
You love without condition
Always and forever
loved - remembered.

February 2014

Member Poetry Posts

A few tips for club members posting poetry.

#1. Feel free to post as often as you like.

#2. Remember to apply the labels "Poetry by Members" and "Poetry by YOUR FIRST NAME".

#3. Please include the title of the poem, your name and possibly even what year you wrote it.

#4. Feel free to include a link to your personal poetry website.

#5. HAVE FUN!



Also feel free to leave thoughtful comments on other people`s poetry posts.

Toronto Poetry Club Meeting, February 2014

Four poets braved -25 weather and 40 km winds last night to attend the first meeting of the new Toronto Poetry Club. We were expecting more people at the first meeting, but the extreme cold weather kept some poets at home and we cannot blame them.

It was so blistering cold outside last night it was difficult to breathe.

In attendance was President Charles (holding the camera), Gail (a regular at the old Toronto Poetry Club before it became defunct), Moj, and Charlotte. We read and discussed 6 poems of our own creations in detail.


One of the poems presented last night was:

Actaeon and His Hounds

By Charles Moffat, February 2014.

Once there was a bowman trained by the centaur Chiron
He was the son of a pious herdsman, by the name of Actaeon
A skilled Theban hunter and swimmer, he was faster than a siren

As a hunter Actaeon loved to roam and with him took his hounds
He travelled to many great lands and was a guest on many palace grounds
His legs were fast and his bow was strong, the sum of many pounds

Actaeon feared no man or beast, hunting as he did
No less than fifty hounds travelled with him, doing as he bid
Stags and lions fell to his arrows, no matter how well they hid

His hounds were Acamas, Aethon, Agre, Agrius, Arcas, Argiodus, Argo,
Asbolos, Borax, Boreas, Charops, Corus, Cyllo, Dinomache, Dorceus, Draco,
Dromas, Dromius, Eudromas, Gorgo, Haemon, Harpalos, Harpyia, Hylacto

Hylaeus, Labros, Lacaena, Lachnas, Lacon, Ladon, Leaena, Laelaps, Leonus,
Leucon, Machimus, Melaneus, Nape, Nebrophonos, Obrimus, Orias, Oribasus,
Pachylus, Sagnos, Stilbon, Syrus, Theron, Thoos, Tigris, Volatos, Zephyrus,

So great was Actaeon's skill at hunting that he was called upon by Artemis
She sought a great stag that lived in a forest so deep it was an abyss
Actaeon immediately agreed to help the goddess, hoping for a kiss

As a prize Artemis offered the young archer her own bow, a rare prize
But while Actaeon was a great hunter and archer he was not very wise
His lust for the goddess grew daily, so much that he rarely met her eyes

Artemis grew displeased at his lustful gazes and took her leave from him
She found a spring by the road in Attica and decided to take a swim
But unbeknownst to the goddess Actaeon had pursued her on a whim

Artemis disrobed herself and swam in the cool deep waters of the spring
To get a better view Actaeon climbed into a tree and to a branch did cling
There he saw her in all her glorious beauty while she was singing

The moonlight flowed around her and the waters reflected the stars and trees
Suddenly Artemis stood bolt upright, something had set her at unease
She spotted it, the reflection in the water of a loincloth flapping in the breeze

Actaeon had disrobed and was approaching the dark pool, confident in his beauty
He tousled his hair, and stood there before her smiling without a shred of modesty
When Artemis turned to flee he jumped in after her with a hoot of wild glee

Madly Actaeon pursued her, shouting for his hounds to help him in the hunt
But Artemis thought quickly and cursed him angrily where he stood so blunt
"Shout one more word Actaeon and you shall never have my c**t!"

But the hunter thought nothing of this, so wild was he in his passions
He shouted after her, claiming he was best of all her companions
A hunter even greater than she, his kills many great stags and lions

Artemis changed into a golden doe, fleeing quickly through the foliage
Past sparkling rivers and streams she bounded over every hedge
Until at long last she came to a cliff and jumped over the ledge

Actaeon pursued her wildly, her distant figure disappearing in the brush
He could hear the hounds behind him, barking wildly in their rush
Until he at last lost his breath and paused by a stream that did gush

There in the water he saw his reflection, a handsome rack of antlers
Long neck and four powerful legs, all ending with hooves like hers
So beautiful, he had never seen finer stags, lions or panthers

He knew instantly that she was not the only one thus transformed
He had become his own prey and although beautiful he felt malformed
He could hear his hounds coming closer, across the river they stormed

Actaeon turned and fled, all fifty of his hounds nipping at his heels
He shouted at Artemis to forgive him, so plaintive were his appeals
None of this she heard as his hounds ripped into his flesh for their evening meals

Actaeon died near a spring in Attica, a feast for his beloved hunting pets
Artemis took his hounds as her own, renaming them without any regrets
Let this be a warning to all men who ignore a goddess's threats

Fini

Thursday, February 27, 2014

Welcome to the Toronto Poetry Club!

Welcome!

The Toronto Poetry Club meets the last Thursday of every month in the map room at the Univesity of Toronto's Hart House.

Everyone is welcome. There is no admission fee, although donations are welcome.

During each meeting everyone will get a turn to read one or two of their poems. Please avoid writing huge poems that take 20 minutes to read, followed by a short discussion / thoughts / suggestions and feedback.

The Toronto Poetry Club is COMPLETELY non profit. We will never try to sell you a poetry book or anything like that, although members are welcome to conveniently mention "Oh by the way, feel free to buy my book 'Zombies and Daffodils' if you like gory pink zombie poetry..." Or something like that.

[There is no book called 'Zombies and Daffodils', that was a joke, but it does sound like an amusing poetry book.]


If you wish to join the Toronto Poetry Club all you need to do is contact us via Facebook or email charlesmoffat at charlesmoffat dot com.

Thank you and have a nice day!