Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can’t I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils
winter wind then love comes along brought by the warm winter winds to dance with your soul forlorn moments of your day
Beating Heart A red rose with petal chambers and… Center of life in all of God’s ch… All creatures on planet earth... h… Does the simplest job... pump danc…
share the naked happiness ...Christmas time... the season of… brings back fond remembrances of y… every note... every song played and sung
On a summer morning I sat down on a hillside to think about God – a worthy pastime.
Last night in the fields I lay down in the darkness to think about death, but instead I fell asleep,
In Gratitude A house goes purple No royalty attached none Humble it remains Where love compassion resides
Happy Valentine’s Day Poetry is everywhere look around It is nature alive connected aboun… Wanted to touch give and share Longing to be touched and to care
It seemed an unlikely match. All… grinding its teeth in a plastic sl… nose-down from a hook in the darkr… under the hatch in the floor. When… it knocked back a quarter-pint of…
Not quite four a.m., when the rapt… strikes me from sleep, and I rise from the comfortable bed and go to another room, where my books ar… in their neat and colorful rows. H…
Grey haunted eyes, absent-mindedly… From wide, uneven orbits; one brow… Somewhat over the eye Because of a missile fragment stil… Skin-deep, as a foolish record of…
There is, all around us, this country of original fire. You know what I mean. The sky, after all, stops at nothi…
My mouth blooms like a cut. I’ve been wronged all year, tediou… nights, nothing but rough elbows i… and delicate boxes of Kleenex call… crybaby, you fool!
spring rendezvous there from the kitchen window I saw a pair of spiders embraced enjoying sun light joyful life journey out there
Two roads diverged in a yellow woo… And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I c… To where it bent in the undergrowt…
DARK Angel, with thine aching lu… To rid the world of penitence: Malicious Angel, who still dost My soul such subtile violence! Because of thee, no thought, no th…
My son, my executioner, I take you in my arms, Quiet and small and just astir And whom my body warms. Sweet death, small son, our instru…
I thought that I could not be hur… I thought that I must surely be impervious to suffering— immune to pain or agony.
Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind. I seek no favor
You, going along the path, mosquito-doped, with no moon, the… a single orange eye unable to see what is beyond the capsule of your dim
Time present and time past Are both perhaps present in time f… And time future contained in time… If all time is eternally present All time is unredeemable.
A million million spermatozoa All of them alive; Out of their cataclysm but one poo… Dare hope to survive. And among that billion minus one
a bed fo’r king Ho Ho Ho ...they go Santa reindeers ...Rudolph go
Understand, I am always trying to… what the soul is, and where hidden, and what shape and so, last week,
I know someone who kisses the way a flower opens, but more rapidly. Flowers are sweet. They have short, beatific lives. They offer much pleasure. There is
don’t worry about rejections, pard… I’ve been rejected before. sometimes you make a mistake, taki… the wrong poem
It was Earl Haldan’s daughter, She looked across the sea; She looked across the water; And long and loud laughed she: ‘The locks of six princesses
Ash Valentines A Gift On Fools Day One among us sublime in His Fathe… The forbidden fruit Medusa in the… Gave us the light the Redeemer th…
shameless revenant a revenant ghost from the ninth circle of hell haunting the meadows sucking the wealth life shameless
CLXXVIII. There is a pleasure in the pathles… There is a rapture on the lonely s… There is society where none intrud… By the deep Sea, and music in its…
A serpent moves with painted grace Its gilded scales in sunlight glea… Yet venom pools in dark embrace A silent threat beneath the sheen— Its tongue may flick with charm’s…
happy birthday the sun has risen once again this time especially for you
A Day in the Life share the love light One day to savor Dawn to dusk... rises again One day to labor
We have no prairies To slice a big sun at evening— Everywhere the eye concedes to Encrouching horizon, Is wooed into the cyclops’ eye
Advent “And Heaven and Nature Sing” Winter hibernation in the cold qui… We layer get all the heat in a spa… Settle reflect on the days gone re…
From a single grain they have mult… When you look in the eyes of one you have seen them all. At the edges of highways they pick at limp things.
You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your kn… for a hundred miles through the de… You only have to let the soft anim… love what it loves.
flowers of love and then i see you your blond hair now dirty white you are sitting
Is the soul solid, like iron? Or is it tender and breakable, lik… the wings of a moth in the beak of… Who has it, and who doesn’t? I keep looking around me.
Being told I would be expected to talk here, I inquired what sort of talk I ought to make. They said it should be something suitable to youth-something didactic, instructive, or somethi...
In life’s vast sea, we often drift… Settle for less, giving others a l… Deceived by those with hearts untr… Yet still we rise, our spirits ren… From Florida’s warmth to Indiana’…
We move by means of our mud bumps. We bubble as do the dead but more… The products of excruciating purge… we are squeezed out thin hard and… If we exude a stench it is petrifi…
Be infinitesimal under that sky, a… even the sailing hawk misses, a wr… among the rocks where the mist par… Recall the way mere mortals are ov… by circumstance, how great reputat…
God is Love ...God’s mysteries... his miracles… Love a gift from God the creator of life of nature
Hers is the clean apron, good for… Or lamp to embroider, as we talk s… In the long kitchen, while the whi… Turns to pastry in the great oven, Sweetly and surely as hay making
Hand in hand Hand in hand Many a road to walk Many a beach to stroll Many more trails
Gentle Kiss Love me keep me to the end of time… Wrap me into your soul shine in me… Entwine me within your purple myst… Sole to head flesh to flesh wave l…
My stick fingers click with a snic… And, chuckling, they knuckle the k… Light-footed, my steel feelers fli… And pluck from these keys melodies… My paper can caper; abandon
Every morning the world is created. Under the orange sticks of the sun
He hinted at times that I was a bastard and I told him to listen to Brahms, and I told him to learn to paint and drink and not be dominated by women and dollars but he screamed at me, F...
Those long uneven lines Standing as patiently As if they were stretched outside The Oval or Villa Park, The crowns of hats, the sun
Doom is dark and deeper than any s… Upon what man it fall In spring, day-wishing flowers app… Avalanche sliding, white snow from… That he should leave his house,
Secrecy flows through you, a different kind of blood. It’s as if you’ve eaten it like a bad candy, taken it into your mouth,
strangers who love us we have the knowledge the expertise we thought the strength the confidence even the gut bravado
Beyond the New Year What a beautiful Fun filled group brotherhood chat Over the moon Joy All out camaraderie
My work is loving the world. Here the sunflowers, there the hum… equal seekers of sweetness. Here the quickening yeast; there t… Here the clam deep in the speckled…
Don’t bother me. I’ve just been born. The butterfly’s loping flight carries it through the country of…
I am the heart of a murdered woman who took the wrong way home who was strangled in a vacant lot… who was shot with care beneath a t… who was mutilated by a crisp knife…
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness.” K. Gibran Love you all. I wish you a happy moment and a happy day. Hard to do this April Fools Day. Harder even as at this very moment and i...
This is not I. I had no body once… only what served my need to laugh… and stare at stars and tentatively… on the fringe of foam and wave and… Eyes loved, hands reached for me,…
