By suggestion, a place for the poets among us to post their words.
night turns to day
turns to night
tide goes out
comes in
goes out
spring follows winter
summer follows spring
fall follows summer
winter follows fall
waking, eating, washing
working, eating, sleep
happiness, sorrow
happiness
it is all transitory
why fight against it?
at all costs
do not deny it
in this saha world
all is impermanent
attachment to anything
causes suffering
let go of your collections
and you can keep them
i hear everything
those aren't voices in your head
they're just the echoes of your indecision
don't ask me
ask yourself
i know everything
those thoughts going around in your head
trying to figure out what's right and what's wrong
don't ask me
ask yourself
i feel everything
wast it me, us, or them?
or was it you?
don't ask me
ask yourself
i am everything
why listen to me
i'm just the voice inside your head
i can't help you
help yourself
- R.H.
Where have all the poets gone?
Maybe their out on the lawn
Or is that one up in a tree?
Their words of life might help us see
Where have all the poets gone?
Maybe their out on the lawn
Or is that one up in a tree?
Their words of life might help us see
Both Sides
3/20/13
Some days are darker than dirt
Other days Heaven's shining through
Sometimes I wake up in this town
Been sitting here too long it's time to take a look around
I want to see both sides of the story
Life's way too short to let it get too boring
Next stop is "doin' fine"
Time to gun the engines gonna beat it down the line
Some days I'm down under the gun
Other days I want to have some fun
Oh my, you're looking fine
I'm headed down to Boone's Farm if you want to take a ride
Then we can see both sides of the story
It's you and me, we might be bound for glory
Next stop is " out of sight "
And we're gonna keep on going 'till we finally get it right
Ohhhh what I'm thinking of
Ohhhh it's all about Love
Ohhhh what I'm thinking of
Ohhhh we're Stardust and Love
Some days are darker than the dirt
Other days Heaven's shining through
Sometimes I wake up in this town
Been sitting here too long it's time to take a look around
I want to see both sides of the story
Life's way too short too let it get too boring
Next stop is doin' fine
Time to gun the engines gonna beat it down the line
How free is verse
in the current academic climate?
Sprawling or terse
It's all good so long as you don't rhyme it.
Mailed some technology today
sent it on a westerly way
it contained music-a-plenty
total cost was four-twenty.
I got this device from a friend
who found a means to an end
and through his endeavor
reasoned, "better late than never".
-woof
MY DECLARATION OF SELF ESTEEM
I AM ME
IN ALL THE WORLD, THERE IS NO ONE ELSE EXACTLY
LIKE ME EVERYTHING THAT COMES OUT OF ME IS
AUTHENTICALLY MINE BECAUSE I ALONE CHOOSE IT-
I OWN EVERYTHING ABOUT ME MY BODY, MY FEELINGS,
MY MOUTH, MY VOICE, ALL MY ACTIONS, WHETHER
THEY BE TO OTHERS OR TO MYSELF- I OWN MY
FANTASIES, MY DREAMS, MY HOPES, MY FEARS- I
OWN ALL MY TRIUMPHS AND SUCCESSES, ALL MY
FAILURES AND MISTAKES BECAUSE I OWN ALL OF
ME, I CAN BECOME INTIMATELY ACQUAINTED WITH ME-
BY DOING SO I CAN LOVE ME AND BE FRIENDLY WITH
ME AND ALL MY PARTS- I KNOW THERE ARE ASPECTS
ABOUT MYSELF THAT PUZZLE ME, AND OTHER
ASPECTS THAT I DO NOT KNOW- BUT AS LONG AS I
AM FRIENDLY AND LOVING TO MYSELF, I CAN COURAGEOUSLY
AND HOPEFULLY LOOK FOR SOLUTIONS TO THE PUZZLES
AND FOR WAYS TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT ME- HOWEVER I
LOOK AND SOUND, WHATEVER I SAY AND DO, AND
WHATEVER I THINK AND FEEL AT A GIVEN MOMENT IN TIME
IS AUTHENTICALLY ME- IF LATER SOME PARTS OF HOW I
LOOKED, SOUNDED, THOUGHT AND FELT TURN OUT TO BE
UNFITTING, I CAN DISCARD THAT WHICH IS UNFITTING, KEEP
THE REST, AND INVENT SOMETHING NEW FOR THAT WHICH I
DISCARDED- I CAN SEE, HEAR, FEEL, THINK, SAY, AND DO I
HAVE THE TOOLS TO SURVIVE, TO BE CLOSE TO OTHERS,
TO BE PRODUCTIVE, AND TO MAKE SENSE AND ORDER OUT OF
THE WORLD OF PEOPLE AND THINGS OUTSIDE OF ME- I OWN ME,
AND THEREFORE I CAN ENGINEER ME- I AM ME AND I AM OKAY
-On a poster like a picture with No Name
(A toast to the Unknown, xo!)
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First Child Twice
Her pathetic child
Untethered ran wild
Leaving her beguiled
So she seldom smiled
Her logical side
Reasoned a child bride
Wed would turn the tide
With her sense of pride
Her ethical bent
She gave up for Lent
Left a fulsome scent
Like a mildewed tent
And me I just write
Often late at night
Under a dim light
Blessed by second sight
I agree
an excellent life philosophy
consumerism only causes drag
learn how to let go of the price tag
and when pain and sorrow become acute
simplicity should be the sole pursuit
by doing this we reduce our needs
to little more than spores and seeds
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