An idea I can't forget + some words I can't remember + sleep deprivation = hopefully a beautiful verse ...

I write crappy poetry.

*tonight its a poetry flash mob *

she's the glimmer,
hopeful thoughts projected,
she's the screen,
and they all watch,
her move....
and blend their motives,
she bears them... more

*tonight its a poetry flash mob *

she's the glimmer,
hopeful thoughts projected,
she's the screen,
and they all watch,
her move....
and blend their motives,
she bears them all....
unnoticed,
for all they see's the want,
and all she knows is the dance,
and the metaphor......

On Pain
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could... more

On Pain
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses
your understanding.
Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its
heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain.
And could you keep your heart in wonder at the
daily miracles of your life, your pain would not seem
less wondrous than your joy;
And you would accept the seasons of your heart,
even as you have always accepted the seasons that
pass over your fields.
And you would watch with serenity through the
winters of your grief.
Much of your pain is self-chosen .
It is the bitter potion by which the physician within
you heals your sick self.
Therefore trust the physician, and drink his remedy
in silence and tranquillity:
For his hand, though heavy and hard, is guided by
the tender hand of the Unseen,
And the cup he brings, though it burn your lips, has
been fashioned of the clay which the Potter has
moistened with His own sacred tears.
Khalil Gibran

Start reading poetry because true love came into my life!

Am putting pen to paper for the first time in a long time. My muse has returned. Welcome back...

Also reading Star*Line 34.4 but can't check in specifically

Read the Dwarf Stars Anthology 2011 - fabulous!

is getting my write on havent wrote in awhile

listening to the Poetry Foundation's Essential American Poets podcast - Thomas Hardy, Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Wrigley, Louise Bogan, Dean Young

If you're after getting the honey - hey
Then you don't go killing all the bees

Lord, there goes Martin Luther King
Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring
I hear what you're... more

If you're after getting the honey - hey
Then you don't go killing all the bees

Lord, there goes Martin Luther King
Notice how the door closes when the chimes of freedom ring
I hear what you're saying, I hear what he's saying
*Is what was true now no longer so

Hey - I hear what you're saying
Hey - I hear what he's saying
If you're after getting the honey - hey
Then you don't go killing all the bees

What the people are saying
And we know every road - go, go
What the people are saying
There ain't no berries on the trees

Let the summertime sun
Fall on the apple - fall on the apple

Lord, there goes a Buick forty-nine
Black sheep of the angels riding, riding down the line
We think there is a soul, we don't know
That soul is hard to find
joe strummer-johnny appleseed

When the Lights go out (Original Poem) youtu.be/nrN1dEg3q4U

Could Ya'll Please Check Out My Wife's Poetry? She Has Some Really Nice Pieces. Were Looking For Way's For It To Get Noticed.. allpoetry.com/latoyabecks

Sweet and Soothing, soft Sounding songs, slipping sublime sleep, so surreptitiously ~ ^.^

I believe we are all Poets, really. <3 While some poems are built of speech & language, many are not at all... ^.^ #Iwillalwayslovepoetry

chunks and pieces
missing and gone
make up the whole
now peppered and drawn

forgotten and lost
never to be recovered
never to be discovered
for they are disappeared

only the hole... more

chunks and pieces
missing and gone
make up the whole
now peppered and drawn

forgotten and lost
never to be recovered
never to be discovered
for they are disappeared

only the hole remains
of what once was
and brings to mind
that once there was more

We have a good discussion going in class right now.

so desperate,and unable,
infallibly,the heights of naivete,
mix,with the certainties,
that dance along these neurons,
heartset at a smile,
the look...............
any such nuance,
my... more

so desperate,and unable,
infallibly,the heights of naivete,
mix,with the certainties,
that dance along these neurons,
heartset at a smile,
the look...............
any such nuance,
my mind,contrives,
and with which,once instilled,
within mind and breast,
would force me into such weak,
and insidious,passiveness,
as if all logic had fled,
and in its place,
some fragile,fallacy,
unassimilated shadows,
brought out to the light......
-I,me,mine

Writing a new poem, it has been ages but it's for a new video.

I wish I were; I wish I might; tell u how much u mean to me tonight; your thoughts your dreams; your day to day; it's never dull, dont go away

No matter how tired your body is, ultimately it is your mind that will exhaust you...

listening to Poetry Foundation lecture given by Slovenian poet Aleś Šteger.

"Where do I begin, Where does I continue, or where will I end..."

Beautiful mind of a friend is a really amazing thing to enjoy :)

The Juniper Tree is the ONLY T. S. Eliot I can tolerate!! Liked it enough to write a response poem...a villanelle at that!!!

Trying to write a poem.

Tiger, tiger, burning bright. in the forest of the night. What immortal hand or eye. Could frame this fearful symmetry

Skidamarink a dink a dink,
Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.
Skidamarink a dink a dink,
Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.

I love you in the morning
And in the afternoon,
I love you in the... more

Skidamarink a dink a dink,
Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.
Skidamarink a dink a dink,
Skidamarink a doo,
I love you.

I love you in the morning
And in the afternoon,
I love you in the evening
And underneath the moon;
Oh, Skidamarink a dink a dink,
Skidamarink a doo,
I love you!

reading the first Australian Poetry journal Beginnings - ed. Bronwyn Lea

I used to write and now my old stuff seems kinda eh.