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A quote about fire.

A house is no home unless it contain food and fire for the mind as well as for the body. -Margaret Fuller

 

 

What things do you have in your home that fuel your family’s inner fire?

 

So give me back to Death

  #1632

So give me back to Death -

The Death I never feared

Except that it deprived of thee -

And now, by Life deprived,

In my own Grave I breathe

And estimate its size -

Its size is all that Hell can guess -

And all that Heaven was -

 

 

white roses, white rose bud, rose buds, rose's bud

 

Farm Tanka

lot next to barn, barnyard in the fall

  Farm Tanka

afternoon on the farm

separated calves bawling

whenever a child

calls for his mom it sounds

the same in all languages

 

I had just visited my mom and dad’s farm when I got to thinking about how: any animal can hear another animal cry and it knows it is crying for help. Have you ever seen a dog or a cat perk its ears up at a crying baby? Animals known when another animal is sad or hurt.

Faded Senryu

two pumpkins

faded memories
I fold my faded jeans
summer is over

 

What things in your life let you know that the seasons are changing?

 

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A quote on men.

Men weren’t really the enemy — they were fellow victims suffering from an outmoded masculine mystique that made them feel unnecessarily inadequate when there were no bears to kill.

-Betty Friedan

 

This quote is probably really old, but I had to share. It makes me smile.

This Test

storm, storms, clouds, rain, rain falling from clouds

This Test

 

Been pushed to my knees and can’t get up

Please pray with me while I drink from this cup

The weight is so much, the pressure so heavy

Please God, break the levy

I’m down on my hands and knees

Will I ever cross these stormy seas

This test has gone on for so long

Lord what have I done wrong

 

I know this poem is short, but it felt finished. I don’t think poems that are two pages long are better than poems that are only 12 lines long. It is what is in the poem. This poem is about a feeling that we often feel for a moment, an hour, a day. I thought forcing myself to stretch it longer for the sake of it being long would have been a disservice to the poem.

In Accidental Power

  #1624

Apparently with no surprise

To any happy Flower

The Frost beheads it at its play -

In accidental power -

The blonde Assassin passes on -

The Sun proceeds unmoved

To measure off another Day

For an Approving God.

 

white roses, white rose bud, rose buds, rose's bud

5 Seasons

tree with orange leaves, trees changing colour

5 Seasons

It was just a shadow

The next test results will show

There is no reason for tears and fears

Again my face will glow

 

Stupid doctors with their vague answers

Calls to ears that don’t understand

I don’t have time for this

This was not the life I planned

 

I’ll buy the best doctor

Money doesn’t matter anymore

I tell God I’ll do anything

As I pray face down on the floor

 

I prayed, I gave, I ate healthy

What more was there to do

Now here I sit awaiting it

This is the season of blue

 

And now the last season

In which I find my peace

I lived the life I had

Now comes my release

 

 

I am surprised to find that I haven’t shared this poem yet. It is one of my favorites.

I hope you guys like it. Remember to hit the Like button if you do, or leave me a comment.

Hello? It’s haiku calling.

bird on tree, tree with bird

stepping outside

leaving the cellphone inside

so I can hear the birds call

 

Are you setting limits? When was the last time you unplugged?

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The first person to say YOLO.

You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough. -Mae West

 

I don’t know where yelling YOLO before doing something dangerous and/or stupid came from, but I think Mae West may have been the first to say it.

Alcohol (a poem)

fireworks, fireworks and smoke, pyrotechnics

 

Alcohol

Liquid pleasure fill my brain

Make me forget the day

Wash the darkness down

Why is it when I need

To be lifted in spirit

Spirits bring me down

Laissez les bons temps rouler

But I slide down with the darkness

Flushed away with the vomit

The wine was supposed to

Make me forget my misery

But here I sit crying

Because I choose a depressant

When I needed an upper

 

To an imperial few

  #1577

Morning is due to all -

To some – the Night -

To an imperial few -

The Auroral light.

 

 

white roses, white rose bud, rose buds, rose's bud