I have had to learn the simplest things
last. Which made for difficulties.
Tag: life learning poetry poem simplicity challenges lessons
From the time I began to read, as a child, I loved to feel their heft in my hand and the warm spot caused by their intimate weight in my lap; I loved the crisp whisper of a page turning, the musky odor of old paper and the sharp inky whiff of new pages. Leather bindings sent me into ecstasy. I even loved to gaze at a closed book and daydream about the possibilities inside.
Rita DoveThe search began 10 years ago
To find a nasty viscous foe
They searched in caves and underground
But no Bin Laden could be found
The President full of seething
Calls his Generals to a meeting
Have you looked under your noses?
Is the question he proposes
Quick smart a search is under way
A General comes back the same day
Oh president you’re the cats pyjamas
You really do have all the answers
Do you know that sneaky toad
Is in a house down the road
Obama calls him a useless bum
(It’s time to get that terror scum)
The SEALS are sent to get their man
From a house in Pakistan
But from behind his wifely shield
Osama Bin Laden does not yield
You’ll not take me you infidel
The SEAL replies you go to hell
You scum this is for 9-11
Then shoots him dead with his weapon
Tag: poem
Laws of physics
laws of love
of time and space
and the (in)between place
(in)between you and me
and where we are
lost and looking
looking and lost
Don't fall asleep yet. Contrary to popular belief, that's not where dreams get accomplished.
George WatskyTag: poetry god sleep dreams dream poem drunk to message accomplish text george-watsky watsky
Variación / Variations"
El remanso de aire
bajo la rama del eco.
El remanso del agua
bajo fronda de luceros.
El remanso de tu boca
bajo espesura de besos.
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The still waters of the air
under the bough of the echo.
The still waters of the water
under a frond of stars.
The still waters of your mouth
under a thicket of kisses.
I’ve seen daggers pierce the chest,
Children dying in the road,
Crawling things hooked and baited,
Rapists bound and then castrated,
Villains singed in public square.
Yet none these sights did make me cringe
Like when my Love cut all her hair.
Tag: humor love girls women poem fashion violence hair haircut trauma shock cutting-hair hair-drama funny-quotes traumatic-experiences haircuts traumatic
The Wolf trots to and fro,
The world lies deep in snow,
The raven from the birch tree flies,
But nowhere a hare, nowhere a roe,
The roe -she is so dear, so sweet -
If such a thing I might surprise
In my embrace, my teeth would meet,
What else is there beneath the skies?
The lovely creature I would so treasure,
And feast myself deep on her tender thigh,
I would drink of her red blood full measure,
Then howl till the night went by.
Even a hare I would not despise;
Sweet enough its warm flesh in the night.
Is everything to be denied
That could make life a little bright?
The hair on my brush is getting grey.
The sight is failing from my eyes.
Years ago my dear mate died.
And now I trot and dream of a roe.
I trot and dream of a hare.
I hear the wind of midnight howl.
I cool with the snow my burning jowl,
And on to the devil my wretched soul I bear.
Tag: poem steppenwolf
One need never leave the confines of New York to get all the greenery one wishes--I can't even enjoy a blade of grass unless I know there's a subway handy, or a record store or some other sign that people do not totally regret life.
Frank O'HaraTag: life poetry nature poem city-life
I have a fairy by my side
Which says I must not sleep,
When once in pain I loudly cried
It said "You must not weep"
If, full of mirth, I smile and grin,
It says "You must not laugh"
When once I wished to drink some gin
It said "You must not quaff".
When once a meal I wished to taste
It said "You must not bite"
When to the wars I went in haste
It said "You must not fight".
"What may I do?" at length I cried,
Tired of the painful task.
The fairy quietly replied,
And said "You must not ask".
Moral: "You mustn't.
Tag: poem
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