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…
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…
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…
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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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 on earth is Read more…
We are aberrations… beings born undead, neither one thing or another, or two things at once… uncanny things that have nothing to do with the rest of creation, horrors that poison the world by sowing our madness everywhere we go, glutting day light and darkness with incorporated obscenities’.
A Poem From the Cat. I thank you for the food you bring, and for the little squeaky thing. I thank your for the friendly talks, and when you change my litter box. I thank you for the naps we share, and putting up with tuffs of hair. I thank Read more…
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…
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…
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…
“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…
This spring as it comes bursts up in bonfires green, Wild puffing of emerald trees, and flame filled bushes, Thorn-blossom lifting in wreaths of smoke between Where the wood fumes up and the watery, flickering rushes. I am amazed at this spring, this conflagration Of green fires lit on the Read more…
No longer mourn for me when I dead / Than you shall hear the surly sullen bell / warning to the world that I am fled / From this vile world, with vilest worms to dwell. / Nay, if you read this line, remember not / The hand that writ Read more…
Being your slave, what should I do but tend / Upon the hours and times of your desire; / I have no precious time at all to spend, / Nor services to do, till you require. / Nor dare I chide the world-without-end hour / Whilst I, my sovereign, watch Read more…
Let not my love be call’d idolatry, / Nor my beloved as an idol show, / Since all alike my songs and praises be / To one, of one, still such and ever so. / Kind is my love today, to-morrow kind, / Still constant in a wondrous excellence; /Therefore Read more…