Very beautiful and profound poem! Enjoy!
There is a sinuous, serpentine quality about you these days.
It is as if you are the elegant and crafty hero of an epic myth set in the ancient future.
You are sweeter and saucier than usual, edgier and more extravagantly emotive.
You are somehow both a repository of tantalizing secrets and a fount of arousing revelations.
She tastes like nectar and salt.
Nectar and salt and apples.
Pollen and stars and hinges.
She tastes like fairy tales.
Swan maiden at midnight.
Cream on the tip of a fox’s tongue.
She tastes like hope. (Bob Brezsny)
Enjoy the following post- the beautiful and meaningful poetry!
“Nothing is got for nothing.”
…..– Ralph Waldo Emerson
“What goes around, comes around.”
Emerson on the street. Just the way it is.
Get up, walk outside, look around –
do you see it, this muck we name existence,
this life we live: turn around in your flesh,
start again, think again, be again
something other than you are:
Emerson called it Self-Reliance,
on the street they just call it
“becoming real, man…” That’s all.
– Steven Craig Hickman ©2015 Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author is strictly prohibited .
I enjoyed the following post, the poetry, and its critique. Yes, we are who are homeless seek a home in the non-human Order of things’. It summarizes it all… Enjoy!
He thought he kept the universe alone;
For all the voice in answer he could wake
Was but the mocking echo of his own
From some tree-hidden cliff across the lake.
Some morning from the boulder-broken beach
He would cry out on life, that what it wants
Is not its own love back in copy speech,
But counter-love, original response.
And nothing ever came of what he cried
Unless it was the embodiment that crashed
In the cliff’s talus on the other side,
And then in the far distant water splashed,
But after a time allowed for it to swim,
Instead of proving human when it neared
And someone else additional to him,
As a great buck it powerfully appeared,
Pushing the crumpled water up ahead,
And landed pouring like a waterfall,
And stumbled through the rocks with horny tread,
And forced the underbrush—and that was all.
from Robert Frost’s…
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Sing Sing Sing!
Your song has a taste of history
Your song has a smell of blood
Your song carries messages of unity!
Sing Sing Sing
with your body
with your heart
with your Inuit throat!
Don’t let me forget what happened to you
Don’t let me repeat the past!
Sing Sing Sing
Your voice brings back the history
Your voice brings back your blood/bread back
Your voice brings back your children home
Sing Sing Sing
Be with me
to the end of time!
Come here near me
Sit beside me
Have to tell you something, my child!
Listen to what I have to say, she says:
“Life is too short
don’t sweat on small stuff.
When one door is close on you,
look into the other doors in life
Don’t star at the close door, forever!
Move on and make the best of what you’ve got.
Remember, you can make a difference
Remember, what you’ve got is enough
Remember your dream, when you fall”!
I shall remember your words every day
I shall remember your wisdom when a door slams on my face
I must remember you!
Hello to you again!
Dream never dies even if it is old
Dream never dies even if it is not popular
My dream never dies even if it is not supported by you!
Dream Dream Dream
Without dream, life has no meaning
Without dream, life has no direction
Without dream, my time is wasted by you!
Dream dream Dream
Come to the table
Come to the dinner
I am sitting here waiting for you!
For hours, days and nights
eating dinner alone!
Where are you to join me on time?
Where are you to share this bread with me this time?
Where are you to be my nightmate this night?
Waiting waiting waiting
until the night falls and
you show up at my door!
art of relating, Attachment, connection, Constructing Future, Future, Influence, memories, Not ME, Now and Here, Past, Present, Presents, Priceless, relationship, Sacred bond, Special, Today, Under Influence, WE
Tomorrow hasn’t arrived
Past is passed
These moments are our present!
Seize these moments
Make them special
Make me special
Let me make you special!
These moments are passing
Let me influence the time
Let’s make these moments forever
for you and I!
Time will lose its meaning,
when you and I influence these moments
Let’s make them special!