Day: April 16, 2015
Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Psalm of Souls The spirit is a beacon And the righteous run to it and are safe Among those whose faith is pure How fine their company Trusting in what is sure The universe becomes a world of understanding Our path becomes straight The world strengths and helps us And our righteousness is reflected Back unto us, for good deeds… Continue reading Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Psalm of Souls The spirit is a beacon And the righteous run to it and are safe Among those whose faith is pure How fine their company Trusting in what is sure The universe becomes a world of understanding Our path becomes straight The world strengths and helps us And our righteousness is reflected Back unto us, for good deeds… Continue reading Psalms of the Organic source #quote #refuges
Freewill Written in Verse #Wordsmatter #Quote
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Freewill in Poems Our poems were mirrors To inner states of freedom They celebrated solitude A loving solitude that extends To nature and all unity and uniformity Our sweetest songs told The most shared thoughts It was bliss to share the pain A poet is a nightingale Who sits in darkness to sing cheer Like crickets, dawn, the spring As… Continue reading Freewill Written in Verse #Wordsmatter #Quote
Roll in the hay
Originally posted on meandering mind and faith:
Young with no cares Monumental moments Strung together Glued by hormonal upheaval life is crazed Wanting everything now Experience is key, It is all about me. Beer tailgating Laughing till you cry Running, steal a kiss Birds flutter out of the barn As we run in seeking Each other’s bodies Sweet smell of hay Still arouses me One… Continue reading Roll in the hay
NaPoWriMo #15: Reckoning
Originally posted on Jane Dougherty Writes:
Painting by Ismael Nery. ? ? Your eyes in mine, I wonder how many others I might have loved Had you not held me fast In those sea green depths, How many hands I might have held, In the darkness and in the sunlight, Had I never found yours, And how many murmured tokens I could have stored In… Continue reading NaPoWriMo #15: Reckoning
The Boatman Considers a Scone by Ron Hayes
Originally posted on Three Drops from a Cauldron:
The Boatman Considers a Scone Centuries upon centuries of oaring ingrates across this boring river and finally I’m bored too. Used to be I’d never notice what they’d wear or who they showed up with, but now I’m fascinated with every one. Yesterday a woman from Hibernia arrived at my dock holding no coins but what looked… Continue reading The Boatman Considers a Scone by Ron Hayes
The BeZine, April, Volume 1, Issue 6, Table of Contents with links, Celebrating interNational Poetry Month
Originally posted on Jamie Dedes' THE POET BY DAY Webzine:
OUR THEME THIS MONTH: POETRY in honor of interNATIONAL POETRY MONTH Mid-wife A poem is as new as beginnings, as fresh as the first day at school. A poem is as bright as our admiration for courage, our respect for freedom. A poem is as early as the first leaf, as white as the most… Continue reading The BeZine, April, Volume 1, Issue 6, Table of Contents with links, Celebrating interNational Poetry Month
Mine – 15
Originally posted on Morrighan's Muse:
his kisses blaze a trail?from?her lips to the base of her neck?where her pulse throbs, hard with longing?for so much more, his hands exploring,?moving lower than it did before do you want me to stop??he asks?just when she thinks she can’t take?any more. do you want me?to keep going till you’ve reached the?limits of passion’s shores? where your edges?shall… Continue reading Mine – 15
“M is for… Meeting Minutes” (poem)
Originally posted on A Certain Point of View:
Meeting time. Back again. Position jostle. Click pen. Introductions. Round we go. Agenda thin. Lie low. Soft voices. Gentle tones. Strategic talk. Silence phone. “Road map.” Going where? Chap from Comms slumped in prayer. Look around. Head in hands. Ramrod straight. “Robust plans.” Puffed-up windbag sloganeering. Tummy rumble. Lunch is nearing. No one looking – explore nose.… Continue reading “M is for… Meeting Minutes” (poem)
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