MY LOVE The way the story goes Orpheus was so at one with nature that his poems were recognized by each bird & animal as being one of their own Orpheus said...
Familiar Here you are again my friend, naked and uncompromising the mirror steams of breath so i pass for living flesh, the pain body reasserts itself feeds...
Marry Me To Yesterday: Slide into the path of our journey Follow the map along my spine With breathless lips....... Night's dark flowers swell Silver bells, ...
Shakti I am a lightning bolt burrowing in your brain. Stunstruck through your spine. Moving down a flowing current. A serpent of divine light. Awakening the...
I Evolve The Possible Sophia Speaks: I cleanse, but am not cleansed -- for there is none higher than me to cleanse me. I am the Universal Purity. I'm Spirit --...
Undressing The Moon ~ Yeshua upon Mary Magdalene ~ We wanted to talk by laughter & as she said goodbye -- it was no longer laughter in her eyes nor in mine... ...
Which Future This? i withdrew a day from the Bank of Time deposited all change -- from fluctuations of mind later checked the account no credit left... silence...
LOOKING FOR A POET When you were little you wanted things Then you learned to point & make noises but that was indirect & too easily ignored Therefore you...
CONSIDER Overlooking the ocean we take in everything as far as our eyesight reaches How good it is not to be sold anything They say the moment death touches...
Journeying god, pitch your tent with mine so that I may not become deterred by hardship, strangeness, doubt. Show me the movement I must make toward a wealth...
A Spiritual Journey And the world cannot be discovered by a journey of miles, no matter how long, but only by a spiritual journey, a journey of one inch, very...
FEELING ALIVE When the temperature falls you can see your breath billowing like you're steam driven Then again as it warms up your breath will no longer be...
Solar On a gray day, when the sun has been abducted, and itÂ’s chill end-of-the-world weather, I must be the sun. I must be the one to encourage the young ...
ANIMAL MAGNETISM I used to be buffaloed but now I'm bugged I used to be goosed but now I'm badgered I used to ape but now I duck I used to pussyfoot but now I...
AT THE BUS SHELTER Loaded with groceries we sit down in the bus shelter A man with a long beard is sitting with a space between us when a large young man comes...
LOVE POEM 14 They told us love can't last but repeated use has yet to wear ragged the fabric of our love Don't they know when you're in love you're in God ...
Aimless Love This morning as I walked along the lakeshore, I fell in love with a wren and later in the day with a mouse the cat had dropped under the dining...
TOMBEAU When a poet dies something must be done with the physical body but the true tomb or tombeau of a poet is constructed by other poets The words of the...
ANSELM The first time I met Anselm he had called me in to his office for a meeting I had submitted a small manuscript & figured this meant I would be accepted ...
PLAY ON WORDS Sunlight plays on the water as a song plays on the radio You can play ball with the bosses or play it by ear as you play for time Play it cool or...
Legacy we live in a world of tortured screams, the deaf in charge of hearing, the blind in charge of seeing, the numb in charge of feeling ruthless insanity is...
NOTHING IS UNCONNECTED Without the gray wolf's presence their prey the elk's reproduction rates got out of hand With all the extra mouths to feed the grass no...
Buddha's Dogs I'm at a day-long meditation retreat, eight hours of watching my mind with my mind, and I already fell asleep twice and nearly fell out of my...
THINGS TO DO WITH WORDS The word is out Things that seem to be at odds are often working together To read a face start learning to recognize the like in the...
Richard Blanco delivering the 2013 inaugural poem "One Today" http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yJQeBgfzVgg Enjoy this beautiful and timely poem. Love, Sharon 444...
It turns out that the poem "Success" was not written by Ralph Waldo Emerson. It was written by Bessie Anderson Stanley in 1904. She entered it into a poetry...
LAST THING I REMEMBER Last thing I remember it was the first thing this morning Just one look did I take your way & suddenly nothing else mattered Like the sun...
Where you are going and the place you stay come to the same thing. What you long for and what you've left behind are as useless as your name. Just one time,...
