I wish I could have known you! The Invitation Oriah Mountain Dreamer home page It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing. It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know …
Category Archives: Poems
Summer Rain
How beautiful is the rain! After the dust and heat, In the broad and fiery street, In the narrow lane, How beautiful is the rain! How it clatters along the roofs, Like the tramp of hoofs How it gushes and struggles out From the throat of the overflowing spout! Across the window-pane It pours and …
Beautiful Words From Christopher Poindexter.
From Word Porn:
Oh, For to Meet in Her Eyes!
From The Organic Witch;
Hundred.
A thousand books my library Contains; And all are primed, it seems to me With brains. Mine are so few I scratch in thought My head; For just a hundred of the lot I’ve read. A hundred books, but of the best, I can With wisdom savour and digest And scan. Yet when afar from …
The Joke.
The harridan who holds the inn At which I toss a pot, Is old and uglier than sin,– I’m glad she knows me not. Indeed, for me it’s hard to think, Although my pow’s like snow, She was the lass so fresh and pink I courted long ago. I wronged her, yet it’s sadly true …
Tick Tock.
From Lieven Grillaert: How can i tell what is in your mind, the twisting of your thoughtshas left me wandering in the darkhas left me searching for an answer its cold and lonely in the darkwhere even silence makes a soundand danger lurks around the cornerand no answers can be found so tell me please …
The Sick Rose. By William Blake.
From Wikipedia: O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.
Poem by Murathan Mungan.
Graciously translated from Turkish by Okkan Kuş: Nobody is speaking a language I’m like …That nobody believed a deli …Even the author, reading a book …Who never played a song …Never had not been asked a question, I’m like …In the crowds, there are, but I’m not ….. Murathan Mungan. Kimsenin konuşmadığı, bir dil gibiyim… …
The Busy Man
If you want to get a favor done by some obliging friend, And want a promise, safe and sure, on which you may depend, Don’t go to him who always has much leisure time to plan, If you want your favor done, just ask the busy man The man with leisure never has a moment …
For those who wondered
I been scared and battered. My hopes the wind done scattered. Snow has friz me, Sun has baked me, Looks like between ’em they done Tried to make me Stop laughin’, stop lovin’, stop livin’– But I don’t care! I’m still here!
Poem by Oriah Mountain Dreamer.
From Wild and Wise Women: *Amen, Sister!*
The trees they spoke
From Elizabeth on SpiritualNetworks: The trees they spoke to me Along the rocky path they breathed Whispers of a quiet mind Leaves rustled my soul awake Web divine Tears caught along the lines Swarms scattered above my head Dispersed at every breeze Alive it was my heart at that very center Vibrations emanating green Oozed …
Bukowski on Creating.
Poem ‘air and light and time and space‘ by Charles Bukowski: “— you know, I’ve either had a family, a job, something has always been in the way but now I’ve sold my house, I’ve found this place, a large studio, you should see the space and the light. for the …
There’s a Witch Outside My Window!
There’s a witch outside my window and she will not go away. There’s a gremlin on my doorstep… and I think he’s there to stay. There’s a troll demanding candy and a mummy wanting sweets. There’s a ghost, a ghoul, a goblin and they’re clamoring for treats. …
When the children come home
On a lonely selection far out in the West An old woman works all the day without rest, And she croons, as she toils ‘neath the sky’s glassy dome, `Sure I’ll keep the ould place till the childer come home.’ She mends all the fences, she grubs, and she ploughs, She drives the old horse …
I carry Your Heart With Me. – E. E. Cummings
I heard this poem in a movie and it moved me to such an extent that I want to share it with you: [I carry your heart with me(I carry it in] By E. E. Cummings 1894–1962 i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am never without it(anywhere i go you go,my …
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To A STRANGER.
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892) ASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you, You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,) I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you, All is recall’d as we flit by each …
Mind
Modern books
A book, I think, is very like A little golden door That takes me into places Where I’ve never been before. It leads me into fairyland Or countries strange and far And, best of all, the golden door Always stands ajar.
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Some very nice people came to look at me one time. They petted me and took me for a walk! I was so sure. But they went away. They said I was too old. I wonder what that means.
Dawn in Upper Egypt
The feet of the Gods are but half withdrawn; The Colour fringes their garments’ hem, And the stones of the desert remember them. Where the white mists enfold each hill Lingers their brooding presence still; Still, though the glory of Thebes be done, The twin Colossi salute the sun. Lure on lure at the break …
Books, words, wisdom
Paper, ink and thought Fiction and reality Passion and purpose Poetry and prose Map and drawing Monographs and periodicals Card catalog and bar code Reading and research Pleasure and knowledge Wonder of language, The power of words. Books create the wise man, they educate the sage; the erudite strops his intellect with the turn of …
Life Is Changing and And Through It All I Have Learned
I’ve learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. I’ve learned that you can tell a …
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To my kids
I can read in red. I can read in blue. I can read in pickle color too. I can read in bed, and in purple. and in brown. I can read in a circle and upside down! I can read with my left eye. I can read with my right. I can read Mississippi with …
Dutch Poets Invade WordPress!
Two Dutch poet friends of mine have started a WordPress blog. If you speak Dutch and like poetry, check them out: http://www.reepken.wordpress.com http://www.adelaarwillem.wordpress.com Apparently a Dutch platform called weblog.nl is calling it quits and most of the users from there will be coming here. Prepare yourselves! Here are some more: http://pastuiven.wordpress.com/ http://jeaninehoedemakers.wordpress.com/
Slowing our steps in the forest
Credit Picture : Sheila Kuhn Walking along, a community together slowing our steps, the forest before us spending time, lingering there Open to what the creator will show us gifts of this moment to share Entering in, deeper and deeper the pond and its treasure made known An expanse of water, the reeds and the …
Encounting
The matchbox trembled in terrified hands. You can only go so far before you can’t come back. But on and on they went anyway. It’s their own fault when they fade away.
Ralphie will understand…
They meet after months and yet The time melts away And they are back in the swing Ready to banter and bait To play off one against the other Of easy laughter and witty repartee Easy smiles and quick jabs To while away to hours And drink in life again As they do, as old …
