Interbeing by Thích Nhất Hạnh
Interbeing – Thich Nhat Hanh If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there is a cloud floating …
Category Archives: Remarkable Verse and Prose From Earth Inhabitants.
air and light and time and space
This poem makes me laugh, he was bob on, oh to escape the procrastinator, but it is also true as …
In Honour Of Lawrence Ferlinghetti
A wonderful poet, one of my favourites and by gum he lived a long life, 101 when he died on …
Looking Picturesque and Mythical with These Two Feathery Maniacs
I am deep in edits at present, along with surviving the apocalypse. (At least the fattened Ming the Merciless has …
On The New Year – Goethe (and his mates)
This poem was composed in 1802 for a merry party that used to meet each year at Goethe’s house, so …
On the Demented Mountaintop
This poem came back to me during this last week, promoted due to the edge-of-the-seat election (not over until the …
Dusk
Going Blind by Rainer Maria Rilke (1918) (First translation) She sat just like the others at the table. But on …
The Cock-a-hoop Ghost
The cock-a-hoop ghost I can’t get WP to reblog this, so I’m pasting it and recommending a visit to …
Sometimes I feel it is my fate to chase you screaming up a tower
(I’m late so far as the theme, I know, sue me (if you can find me)).This poem made me laugh …
Devouring Diction
English Flavors by Laure-Anne Bosselaar I love to lick English the way I licked the hard round licorice sticks the …
The Scullery Maid
Superb poetry from Mike Steeden here; my reblogs always beggar up so I’m pasting it along with the linkage to …
Illuminating souls across the aether
Cemeteries are high on Esme’s list of favourite places to visit (along with The Transgalactic Dutch Pancake House – each …
Illuminate Me.
*Attributed to Anton Chekhov – http://quoteinvestigator.com/2013/07/30/moon-glint/
Before you, The sun and the moon were paper-thin plates
You can feel the teeth of this one. Enjoy. Rime Riche – Monica Ferrell You need me like ice needs …
Sex, Drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll
All hail the year as it stands, sits or lounges depending upon it’s ever altering moods. And to celebrate that …
The Moral of the Tail . . . Don’t Vex a Poet My Dear (Filth invovled)
Is it fair to judge a poet’s nature from their verses alone? Gaius Valerius Catullus (c.84 BC–c.54 BC) thought not, …
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