She cries,I laugh,She becomes numb,I become filled with joy,She slowly crumbles,I feel on top of the world,Yet somehow in the end,Out of the ashes,She rose like a Phoenix,As if nothing had ever touched her

It takes an aeon to shift position, get comfortable, let alonecreate a wave in this fishbowl full of glue.- from the poem ‘Critical Mass

MagicSandra’s seen a leprechaun,Eddie touched a troll,Laurie danced with witches once,Charlie found some goblins gold.Donald heard a mermaid sing,Susy spied an elf,But all the magic I have knownI’ve had to make myself.

I’ve triedto become someone else for a while,only to discover that he, too, was me.

I should be writing a poem every morning but I’m not.

In this world there are thousands of healers but none possesses the medication of spiritual ecstasy like dance.

And the poem, I think, is only your voice speaking.

Strike, with hand of fire, O weird musician, thy harp strung with Apollo’s golden hair; fill the vast cathedral aisles with symphonies sweet and dim, deft toucher of the organ keys; blow, bugler, blow, until...

You are a noted friendOf mine, a truly excellent beautifier of my tribute.”Yes, I would sacrifice my soul for the dust of his sanctuary.His favor should be that he accept my sacrifice.He has triumphed who...

Hers is a timeless life weaving through other longer lives like a flash of lightning in a clouded evening sky.

A Book I Can Put DownI’m halfway throughand I’ve gotten usedto the way it wantsto be read. This writerwants to spoon it up,wants to watch meswallow it. This writermakes a point of gooddeeds, clean living,god...

the gods seldomgivebut so quicklytake.

when you’re younga pair offemalehigh-heeled shoesjust sittingalonein the closetcan fire yourbones;when you’re oldit’s justa pair of shoeswithoutanybodyin themandjust aswell.

YOU YOU YOUyour eyes, thick as a high school scrapbook crackling and yellow, curling at the edgesa book of myths in which i do not appear.

I grieve and dare not show my discontent, I love and yet am forced to seem to hate,I do, yet dare not say I ever meant, I seem stark mute but inwardly do prate. I...

Gle malu voćku poslije kiše:Puna je kapi pa ih njiše.I bliješti suncem obasjana,Čudesna raskoš njenih grana.Al nek se sunce malko skrije,Nestane sve te čarolije.Ona je opet kao prvo,Obično, jadno, malo drvo.

This separation happened for a reason, this esason is for our own good; God is just positioning us.

Despair and Genius are too oft connected

Mom wholeheartedly… She loved me—and inspired me—with transcending devotion. It was a blessing—to have been her son, to have been loved—without conditions. Her words of wisdom opened my eyes to the world—and to myself. By...

The children walk away from me, flick flickety off at a tangent between thin blotched beech trunks, then turn like yo-yos at the end of their strings and come back to me” from the poem...

As Henry Moore carvedor modelled his sculpture every day,he strove to surpass Donatello4. and failed, but woke the next morningelated for another try.

The Cloudy VasePast time, I threw the flowers out,washed out the cloudy vase.How easily the old clearnessleapt, like a practiced tiger, back inside it.

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

I escape disaster by writing a poem with a joke in it:The past, present, and future walk into a bar—it was tense.

The future belongs to all who, refusing to look back at the past move ahead with the clock as it ticks.

Your whispers are gentle echoes that sway ardent winds of harmony and in the symphony of life each word is wrapped in rhapsody… Dance with me within the wind… Let me love You…

Little Maiden Encounters FearDeepest regions walked she therelittle maiden sweet and fairventured far from the pathnever a whispernever a laugh…

Saturated Arrogance…she rebuked those about herin darkness did she dwella pathetic historyall mortal man would tell..

But tears are an indulgence. Memory sings.

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Shade for a manAnd shelter for animals,Planted in your name,May you be the same for those around you,Every year the same.

I will love you with too many commas, but never any asterisks.

Katie says, “You can’t choose the time and place the when and where with whom you fall in love.”She says, “It just happens like that weird feeling you get right before you fall asleep when...

Poems ought to reflect the work the poet does, and his relationships with other people, and family, and institutions, and organization.

TREE HOUSEA tree house, a free house,A secret you and me house,A high up in the leafy branchesCozy as can be house.A street house, a neat house,Be sure to wipe your feet houseIs not my...

J’aime la folle cruauté des chimères qu’on apprivoise.

Music does not need the language of words for it has movements of dance to do its translation.

Tis the wink of an eye, ’tis the draught of a breath,From the blossom of health to the paleness of death,From the gilded saloon to the bier and the shroud-Oh! why should the spirit of...

A stream of primal voicesWhispering in the breeze of your heartTo urge you on.

Of all the days dropped in time’s pocketThis day will seek acknowledgement with a child’s shy asking, because the love between us used no word uncommoner than coffee, and was never traced by graphs of...

And guard you well from violent menWho’d put you back in the shafts again.”But the ass had far too wise a headTo answer one of the things I said,So he twitched his fair ears up...

Shine and shimmer my Harvest Moon,illuminate the shadows in the sky.

the price of creationis nevertoo high.the price of livingwith other peoplealwaysis.

I’m restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.

Yet, beauty cannot be forgotten,Eternal Wisdom can never die …

Shall the dire day break when lifefinds us merely husband and wifewith passion not so much deniedas neatly laundered and put asideand the old joyous insistencetrimmed to placid coexistence?Shall we sometime arise from bedwith not...

God promised you to give you dreams and visions, see Him as your great dream/vision giver.

La raison qui m’a conduit à proférer de la poésie (shi‘r) est que j’ai vu en songe un ange qui m’apportait un morceau de lumière blanche ; on eût dit qu’il provenait du soleil. « Qu’est-ce que...

That’s what I love about poetry. The more abstract, the better. The stuff where you’re not sure what the poet’s talking about. You may have an idea, but you can’t be sure. Not a hundred...

Di gran furore si pregna il suo scheletro,bagliori saettano, uscendo e rientrandoda essa come rincorsi durante una fuga.Sembra un dio del cielo, pieno di boria,quando ai mortali si appresta a elargiredoni che celano invero soltanto...