Time changes nothing, girl, but the size of your underwear. . .and hopefully your hairdo.

There Are No Believers in This World:There Are Only the Make Believers and the Non-Believers.

The American bards shall be marked for generosity and affection and for encouraging competitors… . The great poets are also to be known by the absence in them of tricks and by the justification of...

If movements were a spark every dancer would desire to light up in flames.

The ground will never complain how much weight you add on it, how much you dig it and how much you grow on it, How long you live on it. Unused ground is an abomination...

And now he is singing a bard’s curse upon you, O brother abbot, and upon your father and your mother, and your grandfather and your grandmother, nd upon all your relations.’Is he cursing in rhyme?’He...

SO MANY PEOPLE, SO FEW POETS

You are my reality, fantasy, daydream, fairytale, music, more than the princess in Cinderella; you are much more than a traditional myth.

The sky never falls with the rain. It is never weighed down by all that it carries. It takes all of its anchorsand turns them into stars. Learn from this.

I think of New York City lost in starsforgotten as a blue haired pet of childhood love Tonight the night is full;

You do not need a boyfriend or a girlfriend to write an emotional poet; because poetry is beyond hooks and holes.

Writing is also an art.

Really, he thought, if you couldn’t trust a poet to offer sensible advice, who could you trust?

There is no good or bad author; there is only one kind of an author, that who connects with the readers.

When the hatred stops will the love begin? When there is no more greed will there then be peace?

Beginnings of youth to growth of adolescence till autumn of life; every step journeyed with blossomed smiles wearing my dancing shoes.

When you told me I didn’t love youI simply thought how would you knowFor I remembered the spaces between your fingersAnd the crease between your eyesHow dare you tell meI never thought of you as...

KISS, n. A word invented by the poets as a rhyme for “”bliss.”” It is supposed to signify, in a general way, some kind of rite or ceremony appertaining to a good understanding; but the...

These impossible women! How they do get around us! The poet was right: Can’t live with them, or without them.

Every good poem asks a question, and every good poet asks every question.

To be a poet is to have a soul so quick to discern, that no shade of quality escapes it, and so quick to feel, that discernment is but a hand playing with finely-ordered variety...

The middle finger is a great body language tool for letting people know you’re upset. Poetry isn’t quite as effective in a fit of road rage.

Love beauty; it is the shadow of God on the universe

Carpe diem.Seize the day, boys.Make your lives extraordinary

Just one caress became a symphony of passion, insatiable longing, an unquenchable desire to possess…. Gasps… The sparkling touch, embrace make hard to breathe… A mere short burst of brilliance, explosive need…forbidden sweet… Beneath the...

… paint in blue and black…sometimes gray – the colors of night – occasionally I surprise you with a mustard yellow, but then, I am a poet …

we want it visibleto showwhen even the most visible joywill reveal itselfonly when we havetransformed it within.there’s nowhere, my love, the world can existexpect within.

Show me a person who found love in his life and did not celebrate it with a dance.

I clearly understand, first, that the real human being is a poet and, second, that [the tyrant] is the incarnate negation of a poet.

There is also a fable told by Phaedrus, about how Simonides was once a victim of shipwreck. As the other passengers scurried about the sinking ship trying to save their possessions, the poet stood idle....

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

He hoped and feared,’ continued Solon, in a low. mournful voice; ‘but at times he was very miserable, because he did not think it possible that so much happiness was reserved for him as the...

I see the life with your sight,O” the love; you’re my light.

As a poet I hold the most archaic values on earth. They go back to the Neolithic: the fertility of the soil, the magic of animals, the power-vision in solitude, the terrifying initiation and rebirth,...

True poetry is composed of metaphors and symbols which are born in the heart, rise like clouds, and assume a celestial form; verses formed otherwise are not poetry, but only artificial words, each of which...

I have indeed lived and worked to my taste either in art or science. What more could a man desire? Knowledge has always been my goal. There is much that I shall leave behind undone…but...

When Great Trees FallWhen great trees fall,rocks on distant hills shudder,lions hunker downin tall grasses,and even elephantslumber after safety.When great trees fallin forests,small things recoil into silence,their senseseroded beyond fear.When great souls die,the air around...

There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book.Books are well written, or badly written. That is all.

One’s-Self I Sing One’s-self I sing, a simple separate person, Yet utter the word Democratic, the word En-Masse. Of physiology from top to toe I sing, Not physiognomy alone nor brain alone is worthy for...

If the power of love is in your heart then dance away to a universe beyond the stars.

There is bad in all good authors: what a pity the converse isn’t true!

All a poet can do today is warn. That is why the truest poets must be truthful.

everybody loves a poeta poet loves everybody

If I cannot fix your broken heart can I put mine in its place, because these stars are not enough, and all the money in the world does not equal your worth.

I am a poet in deeds–not often in words.

Take each day in your open palms and close your fists around it. This life is not done with you yet.

Poetry lets me pour out my various emotions even the suppressed ones we didn’t know exist inside us’ til the moment you start jotting down what you’re feeling. It’s more than an escape into the...

poems are small moments of enlightenment

Maybe you could be mine / or maybe we’ll be entwined / aimless in this sexless foreplay.

There were poets before Homer.