764 Presentiment - is that long Shadow - on the Lawn - Indicative that Suns go down - The Notice to the startled Grass That Darkness is about to pass - *Admittedly, it's highly unlikely that Ms. Dickinson while sitting alone upstairs staring out her pondering window penned this pensive poem about Daylight Savings …
the last is the first to know that the first must needs be the last to be let go
I may occasionally write the junk, but rarely do I read it. And it is not because I don’t like it that I rarely read it... It’s because it, the really good stuff anyway, is so durn hard to read. I'm talking Poetry here... Poetry with a big, bold capital P. And it is so …
This is a poem that isn't But probably it could Even though it shouldn't And even if it were It more than likely wouldn't #anythingbutpoliticsrightnow
Many of the haiku and other poems in Short Verses & Other Curses were written as a therapeutic balm in response to my cancer. I don't know why or how I survived all that nonsense but I suspect writing the poems helped at least a little. Recent events make it seem to me that my …
GLITTERS OF BLISS! by Priyanki If the clouds could come & give me a ride I would sit on them & sway away in delight And ask them to take me in their cozy coat Covering me all in the softness galore Ask them to take me in the world up away High up …
#happystpatricksday 'I am of Ireland, And the Holy Land of Ireland, And time runs on,' cried she. 'Come out of charity, Come dance with me in Ireland.' One man, one man alone In that outlandish gear, One solitary man Of all that rambled there Had turned his stately head. That is a long way …
Somehow I managed not to share this (age is a possible factor) very kind recommendation for Poems from the River that was posted by our good friend at Chronicles of a Blogaholic, who, with her daily musings and photography, brings us all a little bit of sunshine and happiness.
“Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought
and the thought has found words.”
There’s a blogger I’ve been following since I began my blog. He’s one of the first bloggers that found my blog and liked one of my posts.
Ever since that day, I’ve been following him daily. His stories and photographs are an inspiration.
Last week I ordered his book of poetry, Poems from the River, which arrived yesterday. His collection of poems are tender and beautifully written.
If you’re interested in visiting Kurt’s blog and buying his book, please check him out at: Kurt Brindley. I believe Kurt Brindley is and will become quite a prolific poet.
The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe (published on this day in 1845) Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. …
Another day has passed Another year has passed And, woe, others shall pass anon Who amongst us needs such a curse As that which forever to us will elude As that which forever to us will delude Yea, instead, choose to seek thine peace In that which shan't ne'er forsake For 'tis thy present ~~~~ …
If I had a bit more courage and a lot more scholarship, I would have discussed the similarities and differences between a haiku poem and a senryū poem in the introduction of my newly released book of poetry Short Verses & Other Curses: Haiku, Senryū, Tanka & Other Poetic, Artistic, & Photographic Miscellany. However, seeing …
The bare limbs scratching at the aching dawn -- It's not that... Is it?
it's funny, life is we are so busy living we forget to live Let's Send The Year Out In Poetic Style See Newsletter Love (007-15) for details Must be a subscriber to participate
restricted we are not by laws or by limits but by self alone
the ocean of sky is sailed by such lovely arks lo! the moon embarks
distance redefines impressions fade over time beauty lingers on
that which would be missed that which would be desired just let it all go
beyond the creek's bend sight unseen still it must flow but how do we know
even sans the source it emits a knowing glow let the ego go
where suns rising burns where hearts once touched long returns where glances love churns
blossoms and decay from rose to a tangled rot such is this, our lot #boo
life's dichotomies the blacks or whites, ins or outs the falsehoods or truths
bypass the hazard detours become the way true closure's clarity
life comes as a blur wanting no time for focus until it has passed
what is it, this life I think I may know - do I this life, what is it
all that lies ahead were once choices to be made from now comes the then
thine eyes seek not truths they seek only what's been shone trust thine heart alone
the moon that waxes is also the moon that wanes beauty has phases
yea, the day must end and yield its light to the night ere night shines again
reach beyond thy reach seek far beyond thy vision dream beyond beyond
the sun's shimmering casts cold and silent shadows with its warmth and light
dark clouds massive loom promising a coming doom pray it passes soon
when dusk draws the dew when dark rises from the dell when sad lows linger
what is it we seek yea, that cannot once be found with a soul upturned
life's truest restraints its most true and confining are those which we think #iamthatiam
the truth of it all is found in that which is done all else is just dreams
life beyond the fields too, has its risings, settings tho' absent such sol
though blossoms sweet 'tis love 'lone before my eyes your love, my love sweet
'tis when winds refrain when clouds dark advance beyond when skies blue reveal KURT'S LITERARY CONSULTING SERVICE: PROSOCHĒ KURT'S NEW APP: ANDROID | APPLE
Bound to Leave What a beautiful sunset, I thought. I used to hate people who enjoyed shit like this, but I didn't realize there is beauty in distance and hope in somewhere else. roughtradeblog.wordpress.com You can share your experiences Relating to Humans by visiting here.
still, the sun rises still, the wind blows, the trees sway still, I live to thrive
the dissipation the relentless lessening lo! the cloud soon gone CHECK OUT KURT'S LITERARY CONSULTING SERVICES: PROSOCHĒ INSTALL HIS APP AND GET A FREE AUDIOBOOK: ANDROID | APPLE
from a distance far where the road ends or begins one maynt be sure TRY OUT KURT'S LITERARY CONSULTING SERVICES: PROSOCHĒ INSTALL KURT'S NEW APP ON YOUR SMARTPHONE: ANDROID | APPLE
may the paths we walk though they may diverge at times stay true to our course
The Song of the Sea Is in the Waves In the Waves In the Waves The Song of the Sea Is in the Wind In the Wind In the Wind The Song of the Sea Is in my Heart In my Heart In my Heart The Song of the Sea Is a Melody Sung To …
it's at the pier's end at the very edge of it where balance eludes
Visual and verbal inspiration from the lovely and loving Megi of HappyNest in America…
it is from the dark that the light shines the brightest to reveal the way
cosmos expanding new horizons revealing all that's before us
the absurdity cannot be denied by me yet still I believe