A Poem From the Cat. I thank you for the food you bring, and for the little squeaky thing. I thank you for the friendly talks, and when you change my litter box. I thank you for the naps we share, and putting up with tufts of hair. I thank Read more…
I have a little shadow that goes in and out of me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to his head; And I see him jump before me when I jump into Read more…
Conversation In the quiet of your living room we talked for an hour. Wide vistas, transparence. Always at times like these , I look back, see – a beautiful face flashes and is gone. An hour of winter reflected in sunset. We say our goodbyes. Outside, it’s getting dark. Lights Read more…
I hate small talks. I wanna talk about atoms, death, aliens, sex, magic, intellect, the meaning of life, faraway galaxies, the lies you’ve told, your flaws, your favorite scents, your childhood, what keeps you up at night, your insecurity and fears. I like people with depth, who speak with emotion, Read more…
In the month of May when all leaves open, I see when I walk how well all things lean on each other, how the bees work, the fish make their living the first day. Monarchs fly high; then I understand I love you with what in me is unfinished. I Read more…
I thought the earth remembered me, she took me back so tenderly, arranging her dark skirts, her pockets full of lichens and seeds, I slept as never before, a stone on the river bed, nothing between me and the white fire of the stars but my thoughts, and they floated Read more…
Penny Dreadful Lullaby When I was young And scared of the Lord My mother would sing me a song A tune that I keep in a sacred place Because I know that my life won’t be long It tells me of the places where you go When your time here Read more…
I did not unlove overnight. No, I unloved you in bits of pieces over time. I grew a new skin that you could never touch, a new heart that you could never break, and a new soul that you could never corrupt. This is how I unloved you… Slowly, painfully, Read more…
Sonnet XXXIII by William Shakespeare. Full many a glorious morning have I seen Flatter the mountain tops with sovereign eye. Gilding pale streams with heavenly alchemy; Anon permit the basest clouds to ride With ugly rack on uis celestial face, And from the forlorn world his visage hide, Stealing unseen Read more…
“First They Came…” by Martin Niemoller. First they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out. Because I as not a socialist. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out. Because I was not a trade unionist. Then they came for Jews, and Read more…
Phenomenal Woman -Maya Angelou Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size. But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies I say, It’s in the reach of my arms, The span of my hips, The stride Read more…
At 40, Franz Kafka (1883-1924), who never married and had no children, walked through the park in Berlin when he met a girl who was crying because she had lost her favourite doll. She and Kafka searched for the doll unsuccessfully. Kafka told her to meet him there the next Read more…
Do not stand at my grave and weep, I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Read more…
” When Great Trees Fall” by Maya Angelou When great trees fall, rocks on distant hills shudder, lions hunker down in tall grasses, and elephnats lumber after safety. When great trees fall, in forests, small things recoil into silence, their senses eroded beyond fear. When great souls die, the air Read more…
The distant hills call to me. Their rolling waves seduce my heart. Oh, how I want to graze their lush valleys. Oh, how I want to run down their green slopes. Alas, I cannot. Damn the electric fence! Damn the electric fence! Thank you.
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You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I own oil wells Pumping in my living room. Read more…
To see a World in a grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour. A Robin Redbreast in a Cage Puts all Heaven in a Rage. A dove house fill’d with doves and pigeons Shudders Read more…
Macbeth: A brave Scottish general named Macbeth receives a prophecy from a trio of witches that one day he will become king of Scotland. Consumed by ambition and spurred to action by his wife, Macbeth murders King Duncan and takes the Scottish throne for himself. He is then wracked with Read more…
“I Am” is a poem written by English poet John Carre in late 1844 or 1845 and published in 1843. It was composed when Carre was in the Northampton General Lunatic Asylum, isolated by his mental illness from his family and friends. ” I Am!” I am – yet what Read more…