A Found Poem Flightless wings know very well Authenticity lives in death The song of May reminds us that Mother’s Day is near and a Mother’s fear grows more today Because The Promised Land no longer sows Bluebells in the sunshine Beside the old Trail of Hope Where I used to collect my dreams one by one But despite the awful things That … Continue reading A Found Poem – Closing National Poetry Month
A Supermarket in California (An excerpt) by Allen Ginsberg What thoughts I have of you tonight, Walt Whitman, for I walked down the side streets under the trees with a headache self-conscious looking at the full moon. In my hungry fatigue, and shopping for images, I went into the Neon fruit supermarket, dreaming of your enumerations! What peaches and what penumbras! Whole families shopping at night! … Continue reading A Poem A Day
As we soon close the National Month of Poetry, I hope that we can continue to use poetry as a way to make someone happy, heal emotional pain, invoke a love for others, breed tolerance, and give voice to our hearts. Thanks to all those bloggers who have re-blogged some of my poems and posts and have commented on my posts. Thanks for your continued … Continue reading A Poem A Day
“Every year a unique event takes place in Stratford-upon- Avon to mark the birth of the world’s greatest playwright. The Birthday Celebrations are a tradition going back nearly 200 years and are held on the weekend.” His name is William Shakespeare. Sonnet 30 When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance of things past, I sigh the lack of many a … Continue reading Happy Birthday to the Bard of Stratford upon Avon
“Don’t think! Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It is self-conscious and anything self-conscious is lousy you can’t try to do things; you simply must do them.” – Ray Bradbury Imagine no ideas Distinguished thinking not allowed divergent thoughts detoured Euridites not accepted Audacity destroyed sublime connections disconnected imagine no ideas discussions void of mindfulness Einstein who? The Theory of Everything, What on … Continue reading Ideas Not!
On Writing a Poem When I write a poem The words leap from my heart At least for the most part Sometimes they prance into my brain swaddled in deep emotions. It may be that they simply trot into my soul this is when spiritual energy takes its toll Sometimes they appear to describe … Continue reading On Writing A Poem – A Poem A Day
“Individually, we are one drop. Together, we are an Ocean.” ― Arshdeep Singh Samrala This ocean knows the secrets of my soul I wonder where they all will go … Continue reading A Poem A Day – This Ocean Knows
Pansies stained of crimson and purple a sure sign of nature’s healing power Sweet peas sing spring a sun kissed lovely flower. Daffodils spread and smiles grow when tulips stand tall and the Ranunculus dazzles us with it’s colors of pastel clusters of forsythia brighten the afternoon Peonies captivate the senses along with the perfume of gardenias What a celebration to remind … Continue reading Ah Spring! _ A Poem A Day
They say an apple keeps the doctor away so does a poem! Continue reading A Poem A Day – Haiku
What Confusion? Who gets confused these days? Everything is so true, so clear. Why would you be confused my dear? Is what I see real or not? Why would I rather sleep on a cot? Are words that hate really love? Are facts alternative you think? Today if it weren’t for poetry Life would really stink? Continue reading What Confusion?
Alone Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don’t believe I’m wrong That nobody, But nobody can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires with money … Continue reading A Poem A Day – Maya Angelou
I have walked through many lives, some of them my own, and i am not who I was, though some principle of being abides, from which I struggle not to stray. When I look behind, as I am compelled to look before i can gather strength to proceed on my journey, I see the milestones dwindling toward the horizon and the slow fires trailing from … Continue reading The Layers