“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
Sunday, June 19, 2016
All (of us) men
All men equally;
She is just a he
that is many more than one.
Painting by By Gretchen Woodman Rogers, 1915 [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Saturday, June 18, 2016
Damsel in distress
When the guards eventually abandoned their posts
this is when, creeping out of overflow,
the words gush forth in a rip current-
coalescing in magnetic links-
weaving white sheets with
brown knots, by her dirty hands;
the escape plan finally hatches
and she knew she would now
let it all out.
Deliberated and free
to mouth the lyrics
all wrong.
She sings them
hums them along
in sweet harmony with self,
knowing all the words
had been mis-taken.
Image of painting by Evelyn De Morgan, Hope in a Prison of Despair (1887) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Cool as a coloquillialism
Art is no job
do what you love
and the rest will lead you astray
To Art is human
Thou Art That
I think
therefore
I project
and put out there
the Golden Rule
and a silver bullet ricochets
silence is gilt
words will never hurt
but sorry makes the hurt
go away, they say
don't look back
at the distance that enchants
your view
where dreams come true
when dreams do become
better than you imagined
save for your future, spend wisely
save your wisdom for a rainy day
spend your future, it expires today
experience is the mother of wisdom
wisdom is the child of possibility
Don't be penny wise and pound foolish
count your chickens at the table
a pound of pennies
are thoughts all the same
and endings must come,
good or bad are just
consolations
for you and me
soon to be
ancient art-
i-facts.
Painting by Giovanni Boldini [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
pirahnas
Society needs
pleasure and fear to feed its
lonely appetite.
Photo By Jh12 (Own work) [Public domain], taken at Aquarium of the Americas in 2007 via Wikimedia Commons.
tursiops
smiles remind us
we are not the only ones
Here-Optimistic.
Image National Undersearch Research Program (NURP) Collection Location: Temperate-Tropical Atlantic & Pacific Ocean Photographer: M. Herko Credit: OAR/National Undersea Research Program (NURP).
Friday, June 17, 2016
In the Out Door
Do not believe,
Just Be-Live, Do
Not exist
Just to exit.
Image By Rosser1954 (Own work) [Public domain], taken 2/21/10 via Wikimedia Commons, Dalmore House front door.
Just Be-Live, Do
Not exist
Just to exit.
Image By Rosser1954 (Own work) [Public domain], taken 2/21/10 via Wikimedia Commons, Dalmore House front door.
My right, your left
It all worked out,
things, that is,
what are nows
are exactly how they
should have been
we never needed
to worry and plan
all that armament
and added security
all for nought
knowing it would be good
as the old days
back then when it was
too dark to see
ahead or two
eyes do nothing
but distract, in fact
you made it that way
blindly feeling
your way
past
ifs
extrasensory gifts
finding a fit
and working your way
back out.
Image of painting by George Frederic Watts, c. 1886, Hope [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
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