Best Dietrich Poems
Her words flow like glorious music
In perfect time.
Her sonnets gift us with special words
In lovely rhyme.
A lady with the kind of style that
Epitomizes the beauty and grace
With the countenance of
A glowing poet’s face.
Brilliant words filled with imagery and emotion
Her poetry cannot help but inspire
Other growing poets with
A yearning desire.
Andrea is always right there
As she sets the best example of poetry
With outstanding grammar,
She teaches endlessly.
Andrea is my finest friend and confidant.
We who are blessed to read her poetry
Are enlightened by her symbiotic words
In perfect harmony.
© Connie Marcum Wong
Tribute poem for Richard Lamoureux's Contest
She went into the closet one day
But what a high price she did pay
Her hubby he wanted a cuddle
But this act soon burst their bubble
The door of the closet shut fast
His ardour was a thing of the past
Their claustrophobia was getting worse
So Andrea checked in her old purse
She found an old credit card
Joe picked the lock, which was hard
After 20 minutes they were free
The relief on their face plain to see
Take heed - next time you are after a ‘screw’
Make sure the door doesn’t close on you!
Written after reading her blog and posted with permission from Andrea Dietrich
20th February 2015
It was not the mountains.. those that dwarf us,
the forests that invited our senses...seduced us to stay.
Nor the oceans whose mass we contained within us,
creatures small and large...some we loved and others feared.
Not,
the floating rain, the clouds...kind or angry,
the sky bright or blackboard black,
the falling leaves or those who held on tight,
the multiverse of colors sharp or flat.
NOT...the seasons that in all their glory arrived
or stepped away as their sister or brother took the stage.
Every inch of our untouched world chants to our sensibilities,
the perfect candidate to rule our internal domain.
Life in its all knowing way
has always bestowed us with gifts,
unfolded miracles in our wake,
other times challenged us in a rage.
Our world would take an eon to notate.
Not,
those particles...each made the whole,
stirred our voices...drew from us...song.
We,
are only messengers.
Our words not our own.
Some call it passion, others magic, they also call it art.
Some suggest it comes from the heart.
Whatever you call it, this mystical harbinger
who through us communicates...
it is he, she, responsible for what we loosely term art.
Poetry like all the arts...never began as such...
rather it is integral to just being.
IT is US...
just ask the lady with the pen and pad
writing while driving her car...
it is a part of our existence
...it has always been.
poets would write,
even...
if they lived in a vacuum.
She took the lay of the land
Which lie before my face
West of where fathers lie
Lying there in their silent space
She understood my silence
In this tongue, the virus
That canceled my own, lain
Forgotten in the brain
I shall lie if I say I trust
Another voice beyond her eminence
Her authority gives confidence
That in her much more lies
Waiting to be laid upon my eye
She is magnificent
With tongue and fruit of word.
I bet my buddy, Andrea
is number one at school;
she makes her classes super-fun -
they're sure to think she's cool.
written 30th October for Chantelle's Favourite Teacher contest
Say something nice, and a short little while
She will respond with kind words and a smile.
True to her nature, she always will say
Something so nice that I cannot repay.
Bright and unique, every contest that's new
Challenges, helps, and expands us anew.
Don't know that form? Then it's time to begin;
Do a good job and it's sure of a win.
Trying a form that you can't understand?
Andrea's knowledge is always at hand.
Gifted in phrasing and rhyming for sure;
Words she has written in minds will endure.
Poems of flow'rs and a sweet little beach
Dance in the dreams of this sweet little peach!
Sijos of seahorses dance in the sea;
Starfish and dolphins keep good company.
Kyrielles of yellow burst forth like sunflowers:
Rubaiyats of robins in Spring's gentle showers.
Sonnets of sparrows and songbirds fly high
Twined with the cumulus clouds in the sky.
Sunsets of lavender scatter their light;
Sapphics of stars wink their way thro' the night.
Footle sized fireflies twinkle till dawn,
Making a fairyland right on her lawn;
Then in the morning, she wakes and recalls
Visions of dreams still contained in her walls.
Out of her window, or deep in her mind,
She will not rest till the poem she finds.
Thus, she has poems by beauty inspired;
Mixed with her skill, that is why she's admired.
{Just too late for the contest. Bummer!}
she’s a faithful friend
a mentor, a confidant
a trusted teacher
of poetry forms
loyal, loving me for me
with no conditions...
on one occasion
she set aside precious time
to study ALL of my work
yes, from first to last
offering kind opinions
on what she thought were my best...
she loathes the lazy
practice of copy/pasting
bland, boring comments
or: ‘Nice work! Love it! Congrats!’
(short but not so very sweet)
enough already!
she’s funny and fun
honorable and honest
sometimes brutally...
(she knows I need it)
confidence sans cockiness
now THAT’S a lady...
8/14/2014
ANDREA DIETRICH
Andrea, I am a purblind parrot
I have to borrow your carrot
(Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty)
I’m Andrea, a visitor to earth,
And I'm a Virgo; astrologically,
Stability has ruled me since my birth.
A gentle, mellow earth girl here you see.
(Andrea Dietrich)
...and heart she opened wide
The placid hue her eyes were born
A flirty blue, her eyes
Romantic eyes, with whisper of soft lavender for one
The breeze blew in
She clung to life and pondered soberly
Beyond what they had endeavored yet to do.
Her vision was an eagle's
She could see the roads along the shore
Someone motionless
She felt no wrath, but peace engulfed her
She embraced her soul's release.
New snow, beneath the moon and stars, falls with grace
My sweet goddess Andrea
With divine thunder
Rules the poetic world, the cerulean space
WSponsor Judy Konos
rite a Poem - Poetry Contest
Andrea
what can one say about her
except wonderful
imagination with love
and fine appreciation
of detail inspires me
I once giggled at a Clierhew by Andrea Dietrich
Let me say, she was awfully ticked
She cursed me out in poetic form
Afraid I'll forever feel her scorn!
Hello Andrea Dietrich, so we finally meet,
pull up a comfy chair and take a load off your feet.
Would you like a piece of this warm apple pie
and velvet black coffee to go with turkey on rye?
So glad you stopped in, though you cannot abide,
finish your free meal, I will walk you outside.
No need to thank me, have me over sometime,
if not for coffee, maybe for some catchy rhyme.
I enjoyed your company I hope you know,
you have a way with words, strokes like a Van Gogh.
Copyright © 2011 By Caryl S. Muzzey
Sixth Place Winner ~ "First words over Coffee" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Michael J. Falotico
May 5, 2011
Andrea Dietrich
Who's bio is quite eccentric.
Which just goes to show.
She just can't say no.
When someone requests.
That she be their guest.
She just put's them in the troup.
To spice up her daily bowl of soup.
My humble tribute to our dear poetess of Soup, Andrea Dietrich as she will be celebrating her birthday on September 5. I am posting this poem earlier, so that she gets more wishes on her birthday and that it be a memorable one.
A brilliant poetess of the Soup family,
Never does she fail to encourage new poets;
Diligent in doing her duties with zeal,
Relishes watching movies and writing reviews,
Enjoys cooking and eating healthy food.
At home, a loving wife, mom and gramma.
Dedicated in doing her job as a teacher.
Inspite of her busy schedule, I wonder when I see
Each day, a fresh exquisite flower of verse,
That blooms and adorns her poetic rockery;
Reaches out to all dear members of Soup,
Inspiring them with her genuine comments;
Cheerful, charming, lively and fun-loving:
Her upcoming birthday will be incomplete sans all your wishes friends
Andrea is an ambassador of alluring art
Noble, she is nice and nifty both day or night
Dedicated, dutiful and dogged like a dart
Resourceful, she’s got a mind… real and rapt
Experienced, she’s undoubtedly an exquisite expert
Amiable, her alluring attitude flows from her heart.
Darling, she’s got a friendly figure… not a fart!
Intriguing, her intellectual prowess is intact
Excellent, she is a fountain of love and light
Talented teacher: she instills, inspires and imparts
Realistic, her opinions are … in black and white
Interested in kickboxing, music, aerobics… so smart
Creative: particularly in prose and poetry… I doff my hat
Homely: she is a mother and grandma with a happy heart!
Dedicated to Andrea Dietrich
© Adeleke Adeite
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Nonjudgemental and
Delightfully
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