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Category: poetry
What Counsel Has The Hooded Moon?
cf. video by Yaroslav Shuraev via Pexels BERTHA: Did you think of me last night? ROBERT: I think of you always—as something beautiful and distant— …
Do go into that night..
…do not rage, do not rage against the dying of the light.
Wake up!
Do not go blindly into that light!
🧑🏾🚀👽
Repost: Endurance
Soon we live again exuberant and relieved;But now we do a strange Lindy HopIn a marathon not of our making,We drag our weary bodies and souls behind …
Maya Angelou: On Love
so good, I had to post another one.
Masks
—– What are our masks and our reactions now saying of ourselves in our relationships with the world?
Authenticity
This poem by Wendell Berry, simple in the stark power it offers, has become the center piece in the Advent rituals of Seattle Mennonite Church (https…
Wake Now
Right outside this lazy summer home
You ain’t got time to call your soul a critic no
Right outside the lazy gate of winter’s summer home
Wondering where the nut-thatch winters
Wings a mile long just carried the bird away
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world
The heart has it’s beaches, it’s homeland and thoughts of it’s own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it’s seasons, it’s evenings and songs of it’s own
There comes a redeemer, and he slowly too fades away
And there follows his wagon behind him that’s loaded with clay
And the seeds that were silent all burst into bloom, and decay
And night comes so quiet, it’s close on the heels of the day
Sometimes we live no particular way but our own
And sometimes we visit your country and live in your home
Sometimes we ride on your horses, sometimes we walk alone
Sometimes the songs that we hear are just songs of our own
Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings
But the heart has it’s seasons, it’s evenings and songs of it’s own
: Jerome J. Garcia / Robert C. HunterEyes of the World lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc, Universal Music Publishing Group
In love, Be.
We’ve travelled a long road by near and by far
The longest road we traveled got us to where we are.
If I had known you before we had met
In that time of trouble and pain
Would we ever meet again?
Would we, together, have survived ?
The first time I saw you
A hard cold bitch
I could see it in your eyes you wouldn’t take no shit
I knew it Becuase you’d been living that life for so long
Staring in the eyes of the day
But refusing to awake from the night.
If no one ever told you, Your cries will never be enough.
Be
In love.
*
In my ‘77 Chrysler up upon that sea cliff
Overlooking the ocean, we were beginning to live
Listening to oldies on that lo-fi radio.
Hardly a word was spoken
We were
Together alone
Wondering only about our changing shores.
*
We may never know what life we may have lived
But here we are, we can get what we give
And we can live that life we’d been hearing from afar in that song
Through struggle and pain
We can live and live again.
Be
In love.
— C. 2015 CSP
Your at 10 and you need that extra push, where can you go?
Nowhere.
…but these goto 11.
Heart On A Sleeve
HEART ON A SLEEVE.
Put some iron on the wound.
The smell of blood will surely put you through
The pain from the stain that’s been festering in you.
Do you wonder which parts are true?
Melancholy smiles of the blackest blues
That play the heart strings a rapturous tune.
Or the simple pleasures that bring the crisis to bloom.
Or the way that you see others smiling and free
Come together and just be.
…the musings of a fool.
Roll away, roll away the dew.
This god-damned romance is just covering you
Just like the heartache when your lover comes unglued
Worked and jaded from the line you drew
Waiting
To come around.
Come around.
Wade to this side of the pool.
Come around
to the deep side of the fool.
Honestly, have you ever loved anyone deeper
That the one you loved before?
Have you never wanted more
Than to love the one that you adore?
Will there ever be a reprieve?
Wearing your heart on a sleeve.
Is there a false from a true?
Is there a me and a you?
These are the questions you surely go through.
Not to mention the pain
Once again –
Would you like a little salt on the wound?
Maybe a little deeper
Maybe some more room
To squirm and to thrash in the deepening ash
That fills the hole in your tormenting soul.
That spills onto everyone you know
Waiting to come around…
Just one flick of the tongue.
Makes you feel like you’re young again.
Just one finger in the hole.
It comes up stripped down to the bone.
Then you’re reminded of when you’re alone
Never minding who is there or how you’ve grown
Or how unselfishly they’ve invested all their energy
For you –
Only human is the musings of a fool.
One step forward two steps back.
Never quite knowing where your love is at.
Blindly reaching for a heart attack.
Honestly.
_____
2008/2019 Lance A. Kair
Image courtesy of S Lynn Knight🎈 “heart on a sleeve”.x
