"Do not stand By my grave, and weep. I am not there, I do not sleep— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night. Do not stand By my grave, and cry— I am not there, I did not die." Clare Harner
THE MISSILE There is a missile, so I’ve heard, Which locks on to the smallest bird, Finely tuned to seek and kill A tiny chirp or gentle trill. It’s modern warfare’s answer to An ancient wisdom tried and true: When fighting wars you first destroy All songs of innocence and joy. - Leunig.
I drank coffee this morning It was bitter even with sugar I had another cup about an hour later It tasted better than the one before. I enjoy coffee in the mornings I enjoy coffee during the day I enjoy coffee with friends My first cup was bitter But I drank most of it anyway.
Greed has poisoned men's souls, has barricaded the world with hate, has goose-stepped us into misery and bloodshed. We have developed speed, but we have shut ourselves in. Machinery that gives abundance has left us in want. Our knowledge has made us cynical; our cleverness, hard and unkind. We think too much and feel too little. More than machinery, we need humanity. More than cleverness, we need kindness and gentleness. Without these qualities, life will be violent and all will be lost. ~ Charlie Chaplin.
The Kingdom of Kevin Feral lights which hypnotize Brightened so your brain, it fries You look up and you see, the skies Are full of empty, gazing eyes In The Kingdom of Kevin.
. . . What nature has the beast within Which prompts the idiotic grin? Where is the fight, the call to arms? (You raised them once, down on the farm) Bring your own broom, you can make some room In The Kingdom of Kevin.
Preparing for Residential Placement for My Disabled Daughter by Jennifer Franklin, 2023 My life without you ― I have already seen it. Today, on the salt marsh. The red-winged blackbird perched in the tallest tree, sage green branches falling over the water. She sat there for a long time, doing nothing. As she lifted up to fly, the slender branch shook from the release of her weight. When the bird departed, it seemed the branch would shake forever in the wind, bobbing up and down. When it finally stopped moving, the branch was diminished, reaching out to the vast sky. [via Poets.org↱]
"If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving, and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death. Perhaps the earth can teach us as when everything seems dead and later proves to be alive." ~Pablo Neruda
The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind happiness not always being so very much fun if you don't mind a touch of hell now and then just when everything is fine because even in heaven they don't sing all the time The world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't mind some people dying all the time or maybe only starving some of the time which isn't half bad if it isn't you Oh the world is a beautiful place to be born into if you don't much mind a few dead minds in the higher places or a bomb or two now and then in your upturned faces or such other improprieties as our Name Brand society is prey to with its men of distinction and its men of extinction and its priests and other patrolmen and its various segregations and congressional investigations and other constipations that our fool flesh is heir to Yes the world is the best place of all for a lot of such things as making the fun scene and making the love scene and making the sad scene and singing low songs and having inspirations and walking around looking at everything and smelling flowers and goosing statues and even thinking and kissing people and making babies and wearing pants and waving hats and dancing and going swimming in rivers on picnics in the middle of the summer and just generally 'living it up' Yes but then right in the middle of it comes the smiling mortician Lawrence Ferlinghetti
@ CC "Except you cheat like a flying fish." Hehe, My second name is "Flying Fish", bestowed on me when crossing the equator. I am a "Son of Neptune" also known as a "Shellback". It's legal too.... Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!
Spring by Dorothy Keeley Aldis, 1928 Spring comes sharply through The open window. Feet, Rushing by on roller skates Up the electric street, Make noises like a winter-loosened river. The little crscent moon is thin and sweet; Girl's voices lift― And shiver. [via PoetryFoundation.org↱]
“Somewhere a black bear has just risen from sleep and is staring down the mountain. All night in the brisk and shallow restlessness of early spring I think of her, her four black fists flicking the gravel, her tongue like a red fire touching the grass, the cold water. There is only one question: how to love this world. I think of her rising like a black and leafy ledge to sharpen her claws against the silence of the trees. Whatever else my life is with its poems and its music and its glass cities, it is also this dazzling darkness coming down the mountain, breathing and tasting; all day I think of her - her white teeth, her wordlessness, her perfect love.” ~Mary Oliver
