Eulogy to Poetry

Eulogy to Poetry

Think in the morning
And poetry has died
What would you say to her?
First language and eldest daughter
I saw you in grains of sand

Your love trapped in wild flowers
I set the seas to your lips
And burned a thousand dreams
In your skies of velvet pink
I knew you as infinity of evolution

Guiding me to future hours
The trees cried flowers because of you
And the sun made songs of her Spring
You never know love of language
Until language is gone, like Sanskrit

An exuberance of many ways
To the say the same dear familiar things
Which to another generation, might be unknown
That’s poetry, a rare bird going extinct
That’s poetry, a strange magic being replaced

That’s poetry, the kind of book not published
That’s poetry, the kind of soul that can’t be bought.

The Harp Weaver #NaPoWriMo #NationalPoetryMonth

The Harp Weaver

I will be gladder
Than the gladdest thing
Because you are here

I will touch a hundred flowers
Just to feel your grace
With quiet eyes and more than a little wonder

I will wait
An entire lifetime if need be
I will see the grass rise

The greenest of new spring
And the Moon floor
The Ocean up to the tides

I will learn to love blackness
As if the unpatented light
Will not spread without horizons

Into morning, I will be still gladder
The day you arrive in my life.

Showers of Spring

Showers of Spring

Spring, do you like to bring us pleasure?
As I delight in bringing
A woman to the brim of the sun
When I am in bed
The pleasure I bring exceeds all
The joy that is my own

For sense is a spiritual thing
Of feeling through skin the knot of love
Now and then, Spring, I think of you
And how your drops of water
Moisten me as an embroidered flower
Needs the rain and the sun equally

Both tasting sweet and orange
Bother materially required
For liquid sunshine of a fragrance’s urge
I too know the feeling Spring
Of tongues kissing the world
In reunion’s nest of sighs

There is an erotic measure
Between the days till you Spring
Ultimately you were the paradise
That emphasized all anticipation
The future in the myth of pleasure
The pleasure of the future’s offering.

Henceforth I am my own Good Fortune

Henceforth I am my own Good Fortune

What if, there were as many
Truths as there were lives
Let us celebrate them here
Whatever satisfies the soul

Is a kind of truth , then
My body is also divine
The beauty of independence
Walking, moving, smiling

This form that convinces with a presence
With senses as a human body was given
Evolved and sacred
When I give, I give myself

To celebrate the hour
The indiscernible freshness
Of living, here my voice is a poem
And I am curious about each one

I say to mankind, be not curious about God
But of each other, for
The Goddess of her is more intimate
Than the God of invisible salvation

Ever was, be merry
Satisfy the needs first
Then speak of metaphysics
A spirituality that loves the world

That is the audience of congregation
Those are who witness the miracles
Now I know the secret of being
To love, is the real artist in humanity.

That it is Enough

That it is Enough

I have learned
That to be with those I like is enough
To be loved as little or as much

Simplicity is the glory of enough
I do not seek more, or I would falter
My soul stands cool and pure
Composed as if for thousands
Of reincarnations

And to believe that
A leaf of grass is no less
Than the journey of stars

That the glow of oceans
Is no less than a miracle of
Being at the right distance
From a sun, that is the right magnitude
I have learned to view freely

To watch the years slowly
Not as myself, but as all life
Do I contradict myself

I am large, I contain multitudes
I am not one self but
A collection of neurons
My brain is a hologram
Of all of humanity

If I exist this way, that is enough
Stranger, if you pass me
Give me a look with the

Fragrance of sunrise and I Will know
That we walk undisturbed
With lessons of beauty at every turn
That is enough, so here I shall
Dismiss all that has offended my soul
And empty myself at the end of each new day.

Proverbs for Others #poetry #adverb #quote

Proverbs for Others

It’s a long life
And I am at the beginning of knowledge
There is a way that appears to be right
Above all else, guard your heart
For everything I do

Flows from it
I take refuge in the universe in it
Every action is flawless
In that, it brings us closer to God
God that is the nature

Of the galaxy
Where there is no revelation
I shall wait, I heed
The instruction of people
The people that universe

Sends to me, surrounds me with
Eat and drink, but always be kind
The kind person is always
Thinking of the heart of the other
Store up the loving words

Until they become commands
Of silence and empathy in silence
If you look for silver
You will miss the hidden treasures
Loving being more pleasant

Than having success
It’s a long life
And I’m at the start of empathy
In all your ways remember
There is a way that appears to be right

Above all else, do not condemn another
But find the faith that is compassion
For that is the health of your heart
To believe in a community
And to share the pain of others
As if it were your own.

Aphorisms to the Anonymous #PoetryMonth #proverb #aphorism

Aphorisms to the Anonymous

If you can get answers
From asking the wrong questions
Then it proves you have lived
If you have fallen in love
Then you know

Short cuts make long delays
The journey is when
Everyone helps to hold up the sky
The one person
Does not become tired

So is it with art
We all give a piece of ourselves
To the color book of humanity
I’m going to write a poem
Forging a tongue on truth’s anvil

Because I never found
A good teacher, so
I read a lot of books
I having a generous eye
Was blessed with the appreciation

I gave the bread of my soul
To the poor and became a beggar
For more spirit than I could
Ever consume or unite with
I’ll sleep for myself
But I will dream for others.