How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window-pane It pours and …
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Hundred.
A thousand books my library Contains; And all are primed, it seems to me With brains. Mine are so few I scratch in thought My head; For just a hundred of the lot I’ve read. A hundred books, but of the best, I can With wisdom savour and digest And scan. Yet when afar from …
The Joke.
The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,– I’m glad she knows me not. Indeed, for me it’s hard to think, Although my pow’s like snow, She was the lass so fresh and pink I courted long ago. I wronged her, yet it’s sadly true …
Tick Tock.
From Lieven Grillaert: How can i tell what is in your mind, the twisting of your thoughtshas left me wandering in the darkhas left me searching for an answer its cold and lonely in the darkwhere even silence makes a soundand danger lurks around the cornerand no answers can be found so tell me please …
The Busy Man
If you want to get a favor done by some obliging friend, And want a promise, safe and sure, on which you may depend, Don’t go to him who always has much leisure time to plan, If you want your favor done, just ask the busy man The man with leisure never has a moment …
For those who wondered
I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between ’em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’– But I don’t care! I’m still here!
When the children come home
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse …
Mind
Modern books
A book, I think, is very like A little golden door That takes me into places Where I’ve never been before. It leads me into fairyland Or countries strange and far And, best of all, the golden door Always stands ajar.
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Some very nice people came to look at me one time. They petted me and took me for a walk! I was so sure. But they went away. They said I was too old. I wonder what that means.
Dawn in Upper Egypt
The feet of the Gods are but half withdrawn; The Colour fringes their garments’ hem, And the stones of the desert remember them. Where the white mists enfold each hill Lingers their brooding presence still; Still, though the glory of Thebes be done, The twin Colossi salute the sun. Lure on lure at the break …
Books, words, wisdom
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card catalog and bar code Reading and research Pleasure and knowledge Wonder of language, The power of words. Books create the wise man, they educate the sage; the erudite strops his intellect with the turn of …
Life Is Changing and And Through It All I Have Learned
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. I’ve learned that you can tell a …
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To my kids
I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too. I can read in bed, and in purple. and in brown. I can read in a circle and upside down! I can read with my left eye. I can read with my right. I can read Mississippi with …
Slowing our steps in the forest
Credit Picture : Sheila Kuhn Walking along, a community together slowing our steps, the forest before us spending time, lingering there Open to what the creator will show us gifts of this moment to share Entering in, deeper and deeper the pond and its treasure made known An expanse of water, the reeds and the …
Encounting
The matchbox trembled in terrified hands. You can only go so far before you can’t come back. But on and on they went anyway. It’s their own fault when they fade away.
Ralphie will understand…
They meet after months and yet The time melts away And they are back in the swing Ready to banter and bait To play off one against the other Of easy laughter and witty repartee Easy smiles and quick jabs To while away to hours And drink in life again As they do, as old …
…block…
I’ve never known what I take we understand is writer’s block. I can write well past eternity unless unless unless unless Unless I’m not grabbed by an idea or until I grab hold. And I’m well past midnight-stiff, startled, appalled. That I’ve grabbed hold and shaped and crafted and exulted six hundred six thousand six …
Unseen
Hundreds of thousands visit online Those who chose to join not. Still hundreds more who took the time To fill out the data, post info and sign Their pledge to conform to the rules. Somehow surviving, the twenty plus Reverse. Their choice is choose not to reveal who they are. They lurk and rework in …
White Witch
O brothers mine, take care! Take care! The great white witch rides out to-night. Trust not your prowess nor your strength, Your only safety lies in flight; For in her glance there is a snare, And in her smile there is a blight. The great white witch you have not seen? Then, younger brothers mine, …
Its funny sometimes
Its funny sometimes, how the little things matter, how we listen to gossip, and mindless chatter Its funny sometimes, how we stress for no reason, we feel down on a sunday, or we change with each season Its funny sometimes, how we can feel so alone, wanting someone to visit, wanting someone to phone Its …
Lullaby
Now the day is done, Now the shepherd sun Drives his white flocks from the sky; Now the flowers rest On their mother’s breast, Hushed by her low lullaby. Now the glowworms glance, Now the fireflies dance, Under fern-boughs green and high; And the western breeze To the forest trees Chants a tuneful lullaby. Now …
Time for love
Christmas is a time for Love; a time for Joy and Peace; A time to trim the Christmas Tree and a time to stuff the geese. It’s a time when we can come together, however far or near; To shed a little hope into a world of sorrow and fear. Yet Christmas could be all …
Wrestling
This morning I read about me wrestling an angel. And of the dream. About the ladder reaching to heaven, threaded with angels, ascending, descending. This life, here on earth. Who has not wrestled an angel? All night, till the breaking of day. Blind. Pressed close as lovers. Consumed in the fetid sweat of the flesh, …
And ? and ? was it the end ?
Who are you? And who am I? All the while we’re trapped inside This world that one day is doomed to die Living in this world of pain Telling yourself it’s just a game Gone with the wind And forever more The sun will set upon the shore Make a wish, it’s gone for now …
Kids’ mas
I’d like to send my biggest Yuletide wishes, not to my closest friends or loved relations, but out to kids who’ve never heard of Christmas, the ones in all the far-off poorest nations. The kids who struggle daily for survival, who never heard of Santa or December, to whom a gift is simply one more …
To Ralphie and Gran
Gran I wonder where you keep your wings. Are they hung in your closet with the rest of your things? Do you put them away and just use them at night or give them to Ralphie to polish up bright. I know you have wings, for this must be true, ’cause God always gives them …
Zip-it :-)
What it is that makes one appear To challenge the meshing forces of a zipper That come together as one When a bit of force comes along. Caught up in the fabric And unwilling to wait The shaped charges embrace When brought face to face. Yet a single piece of unwanted thread Causes the tangle …
Lonely Dog.
“Once I was a lonely dog, Just looking for a home. I had no place to go, No one to call my own. I wandered up and down the streets, in rain in heat and snow. I ate what ever I could find, I was always on the go. My skin would itch, my feet …