WORLD BANK BLUES (ALLEN GINSBERG)
World Bank Blues is one of the latest poems written by Ginsberg before his death.
Merry Christmas
Merry Christmas from God to earth Wise men followed a star from far away Humble to know how much we are worth We have a savior to take our sins away The virgin Mary found favor and in a stable gave birth In the sky angels rejoiced in the field
Train Journey
Come take a train ride with me through the Canadian prairies! "ALL A-B-O-A-R-D-D !!!!!!" ( This was the cry from the conductor just before the train left the station)
A Simple Prayer
New American Standard Bible: "For the LORD your God is the God of gods and the Lord of lords, the great, the mighty, and the awesome God who does not show partiality nor takes a bribe."
Conscience
I saw a twilight zone episode where this guy is talking to himself in the mirror. The good conscience wins and gets out of the mirror and quits his job as a member of the mob and goes to get a job and a wife.
DISOWNED AND ALONE
just a thought Thanks for all your reads and comments.
I cry your tears
My Sunday sermon..God bless Cafe
Please...just keep on loving me.
“There are some things in this world you rely on, like a sure bet. And when they let you down, shifting from where you've carefully placed them, it shakes your faith, right where you stand.” Sarah Dessen, Someone Like You At the moment feeling depresed and wondering about "the disappointment of sleeping with one's fantasy." Looking on brighter side; if challenges could always be overcome, they would cease to be a challenge so if we are failing at something, that means we are at our limit or potential. And that’s where we want to be. "Once we realize that imperfect understanding is the human condition, there is no shame in being wrong, only in failing to correct our mistakes."-George Soros It is true that we first need to be kind and Love ourself to keep moving on,loll.I wish to thank you all Poets hear to make me feel as having kindest friends. Thank you for reading ...and hope you have some fun too.
Her Wings.
from a broken angel to now, because of Michael.
On The Other Side
The evening view reflects a part of me Somewhere ins
Paradox
This world is full of delusions and our imaginations are trapped inside Within this sphere some give into fear never mind the world outside Excuses are made by common
Auto- Immune
After my hysterectomy, I was prescribed an estrogen patch. It worked great for two weeks then I became noticeably weaker in my hips, legs and calves.Kicking off bed covers is a real challenge. Raising up out of a chair and walking is a real struggle and the doctors have no answers. On top of all of this, I broke my middle toe on my left foot while vacuuming the house.
Loss
Written in surreal remembrance to my late mother on a cold and wet April morning in the New England countryside.
Homeward bound
I do not concern myself with great matters I do not reach beyond the boundaries of my own understanding The sun, the moon, and the stars are born of a wisdom to high for me In my moment of time I pause to acknowledge so much greatness befo
You are my paradise
Just a few words I guess lol
Watta Crazy World!
I know you hate the censors lol thats why I made it. LOL ......... Just a poem on a crazy lazy day... lol wanna write something but just cant write a nice or romantic one.. lol :P
Enigma
An intruiging puzzle I cannot solve An obscure memory from out of the past Luring me , challenging me to some unknown quest Whispering promises of felicity at last Moonlight casts shadows on a seldom travelled path A sense of foreboding as
More Than I Am
I pull my blinds down shut to end another day An eerie silence fills the halls with lonesomeness and decay
My poetry
Random thoughts?
hot flame
Blue Bright flame Hot to touch Flickers Dancing hot Burns strips of yellow white Heat radiate Belows and glows Heat projects Envelopes the space Hot blue flames Burns safe protected from black poisonus soot Permiates the oven s
Intelligent women
Ok! It's spring time people..lol
Never tell an older woman..
Never tell an older women what I'm about to tell you That men long deeply for that feminine touch in the way they've learned to do Never let on that her experienced eyes can see through your very soul Never second guess until all her stories to
The meaning of the life.
About 5 1/2 year ago I wanted to know, what is true Love and I start to meditate, hours after hours and months after months, for more than 3 years. I find my self deeper and deeper and about 3 month after I had start, I find the place, it was like far,far away, but still also deep, deep inside my self. There was so much feelings of Love, that when I let only little of it into my normal feelings,it took control over hole my self. I felt scary, because I understood, that I had build up for years and years, something like a damm with Love inside walls and if the walls are broking down and all these Love is released into my feelings, I don't have any experience how to handle that. Anyway some 4 month after that, I wake in the midle of the night and this Poem was revealed to me and I had to write it down, in that moment. These words was meant for me, a cry, deep from my Heart and Soul, so that I could even better understand the way I have to go, but I think it is in the same time showing to everybody, what is the real meaning of our lives here on Earth!
Explore me.
Bathe naked in my deepened pools Lap up my honey scented warmth Tingle my senses, with your sweetened words Sing a song of salty, sweat filled groans Embrace my soft pink pillowed breasts Plant upon them, your tongues flickering ki
Arrows
The distance between who I am and who I want to be is separated only by my actions, my words, and my target.
A Lesson Learned in Life
Not everyone has the same heart as you A lesson learned in life To name but a few Is it our genes that map ones persona? Or is it heartbreak, pain and grief resembling that of Desdemona? In a world full of hatred I hope to make a difference E
surface
surface like a green sturgeon rising to the mountain top Except the scars on her victims face. Great lumps of green stuff in my barley pop
Burnt Out Old Lover
A burn't out old lover I Though I've still a spark of chemistry. I'm still able but lack the will Disillusioned and lonely still. At least my poetry isn't fake Although I may be an old rake. Many women I have known Through a heart that I've
Lucky me
My friends first attempt at poetry.
Miuil
This is a true story of a poor donkey found roaming around wide open fields with no shelter and almost starving
DOES A GOD EXIST
NOT ONE can say (god) is certain? Tweaked on 7/8/17
My Dream from Rachael_0622
After much effort I DEEPLY fell in love here Learned a lot Right now his gray light and green light r off What does that mean no circle? Just his pictures text This happened before w him He said he'd replaced modem from storm Don't know his status But I wish to hear from him Rachael
LOVE MAGIC
ONE DAY I WROTE YOUR SWEET NAME UPON THE SHORE SAND BUT CAME THE WAVES AND WASHED IT AWAY ,, AGAIN I WROTE IT WITH A SECOND HAND , BUT CAME THE TIDE AND MADE MY PAINS HIS PREY ,, EVEN THEY REMOVE YOUR SWEET NAME FROM THE SAND OF THE SHORE
HEART OF STONE
just to say that we should never grow cold, never be so hurt that we dont keep trying.Without love from another what do we have?
Ah....Sweet Youth part 2
on the day of the party, I went to an art show held on the grounds of the courthouse square my eyes were captured by a young girl displaying her talent of painting (I loved her blonde hair) here was a beauty in the sunshine of April and me still
"The Sum"
oh well food for thought
IF IT WERE FOR ME
Loneliness is not fatal and can be cured as any other disease, which is not terminal. Perhaps we should do something about it, make a move ... to fan that fire or it will never catch, let alone keep burning steadily. Wish you luck in your love!
A poem about Hate
I strongly believe that hate is an emotion that if we let it take hold, it will drag us down and destroy our very soul. It is possible that we can overcome our hatred with rational thought. It is also possible that hatred is a desire to destroy that is incurable by time. I would appreciate any comments or insights into what HATE is.
NOT TO FORGET YOU
All of us touched by death, leaving the heart guardian of precious memories.
Footprints Frozen in Time
Whose were more important mine or the oldest recorded footprints ever? Well, I don't really think mine will be around quite so long...but they looked cool anyway. :))
Thank God! (a limerick)
^_^ Special Thanks --> MacDuff, I know how to write a limerick poem because of his poem "LimeRick".... And THANK YOU everyone here for being so niceeeee to me))))) -->_<-- I wanna see you all and give a BIG BIG HUG/each!!!! ^_____^ well, this is my 1st poem in 2011!! Happy New Year with(out) STD))) LOL :P
Depths of my soul
Thoughts from inside ,thoughts deprs of the soul about love