Poetry can be more eloquent than the most eloquent sermons, and it becomes a weapon more formidable than the sharpest of swords; whenever such a poem–which finds its correct tune and conveys the excitement of...

Fragmentary BlueWhy make so much of fragmentary blueIn here and there a bird, or butterfly,Or flower, or wearing-stone, or open eye,When heaven presents in sheets the solid hue?Since earth is earth, perhaps, not heaven (as...

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

What do I care, in the dreams and the languor of spring,That my songs do not show me at all?For they are a fragrance, and I am a flint and a fire,I am an answer,...

Summer night–even the starsare whispering to each other.

Sonnet 130My mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun;Coral is far more red than her lips’ red;If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.I...

Be a poet in action as well as in words.

A revolution in the eyes of man carries purpose.A revolution in the eyes of the awakened carries bliss.

Children are the poem made flesh.

Take the time to write. You can do your life’s work in half an hour a day.

Euphemisms chosen by fear are a covenant with hypocrisy and will immediately destroy the poem and eventually destroy the poet.

The soil under the grass is dreaming of a young forest, and under the pavement the soil is dreaming of grass.

the moon is just another kind of clock

I keep following this sort of hidden river of my life, you know, whatever the topic or impulse which comes, I follow it along trustingly. And I don’t have any sense of its coming to...

Whatever the imagination seizes as Beauty must be truth -whether it existed before or not

Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquility.

Invitation to EternitySay, wilt thou go with me, sweet maid,Say, maiden, wilt thou go with meThrough the valley-depths of shade, Of bright and dark obscurity; Where the path has lost its way, Where the sun...

Air goes in and outof my nose, throat, lungs, blood, heartbrain – and so I am

and you taste / of the memory of god abandoned.

Big Love and More Light!XxMwaaahhhhXx

Forgive me,joy,if I blasphemed youbefore I learned to love.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

Only tears can hear the sound of pain when warm blood reddens discolored stain

poems open doors;that don’t even exist.

I wonder at the starry pattern in the skyAre they little pieces of moon which want to fly..?

We are all running towards a destination which doesn’t exist. On our way, dogs of life keep barking at us where we respond to some and some we throw stones at. Every dog teaches a...

I recall that now and I recall everything for what do we have but the past to parent us?

Do you know they found land mines in woman’s souls.

Each month is gay,Each season nice,When eatingChicken soupWith rice

There has fallen a splendid tearFrom the passion-flower at the gate.She is coming, my dove, my dear;She is coming, my life, my fate.The red rose cries, “She is near, she is near;”And the white rose...

When we walk in the sunour shadows are like barges of silence.

I am not obsessing.I am just sitting hereperforating this post-itwith a push-pin.

… ancient days of sorrowancient days of pain-heartaches of the pastslowly began to wane …(from gleaning granules)

Just know I amNot there to catch youBut I am there for you

Bring Down The WallsI will bring down the wallsthat surround me today.I will no longer be kept quietMeek enough to drown today….

In hundreds of years of wish fulfillment,never once to the demon’s bereavement,had a wish gone unable to be yielded.It was love this day, which defeated the curse,and there in Hell there was little worse,than the...

To pay attention, this is our endless and proper work.

I write, write and write but I can’t find words that define what I feel inside.

When When it’s over, it’s over, and we don’t know any of us, what happens then.So I try not to miss anything.I think, in my whole life, I have never missed The full moonor the...

My advice to the reader approaching a poem is to make the mind still and blank. Let the poem speak. This charged quiet mimics the blank space ringing the printed poem, the nothing out of...

The sky is a girl who speaks in thunder, moves in lightning, hides her sorrow with clouds, cries in raindrops,and apologises with rainbows.

I can’t help but notice that you keep writing love poetry to my wife. Well, you see, I married her, which makes her my wife. You know what you might want to try? Writing some...

We, unaccustomed to courageexiles from delightlive coiled in shells of lonelinessuntil love leaves its high holy templeand comes into our sightto liberate us into life.Love arrivesand in its train come ecstasiesold memories of pleasureancient histories...

I drink from a small spring, / my thirst excedes the ocean.

I need to work on me.The mewithout you.

My Lord, my God here are my words

So do not throw your pearls before swine, Instead in the sand go and draw your line.For this love you have is rare dear girl, A guide and blessing in the name of Estelle. I...

SO MANY PEOPLE, SO FEW POETS

We arrived and the miracle happened.It was the sea and the wind in the bells.We came from far, from years Thirsty as dust, from humble fishermen’s nets on barren shore.”~ José Manuel Cardona, from Poems...

girlsplease give yourbodies and yourlivestothe young menwhodeserve thembesidesthere isno wayI would welcometheintolerabledullsenseless hellyou would bringmeandI wish youluckin bedandoutbut notinminethankyou.