Thursday, April 10, 2008
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summer's lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines,... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Imagine
Imagine my displeasure when my eyes uncovered all of the lies told. Imagine my disgust when my mind peeled back the days and turned back the hands of time for all the things said and done in the name of unconditional love. I guess since I would not change history (even if I could), I will forever... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, March 21, 2008
Sonnet 29
When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state, And toubled deaf heaven with my bootless cries, And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possessed, Desiring this man's art, and that... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, March 12, 2008
The Divine Image
To Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love All pray in their distress; And to these virtues of delight Return their thankfulness. For Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is God, our father dear, And Mercy, Pity, Peace, and Love Is Man, his child and care. For Mercy has a human heart, Pity a human face, And Love, the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
A Dismal Day
As I gaze through the window, The vision of my eyes is filled with rain drops. My brain is submerged in a light film of fog as the sound Of rain drops bounce off the window pane, the cars, the Ground and the roof creating a rhythm as consistent as an introductory drum role. A picture of a lady... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, March 3, 2008
When to Her Lute Corinna Sings
"When to her lute Borrina sings, Her voice revives the leaden stringes, And doth in highest notes appeare As any challeng'd echo cleere; But when she doth of mourning speake, Ev'n with her sighes the strings do breake. And, as her lute doth live or die, Led by her passion, so must I: For when of... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, March 1, 2008
More From Emily; Dickinson if you're nasty.
LIFE Much madness is divinest sense To a discerning eye; Much sense the starkest madness. 'Tis the majority In this, as all, prevails. Assent, and you are sane; Demur, - you're straightway dangerous, And handled with a chain. (by Emily Dickinson 1890-1896) Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, February 29, 2008
The Secret by Denise Levertov 1964
Two girls discover the secret of life in a sudden line of poetry. I who don't know the secret wrote the line. They told me (through a third person) they had found it but not what it was, not even what line it was. No doubt by now, more than a week later, they have forgotten the secret, the line, the... Sign in to see full entry.
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Love
If you were coming in the Fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand,... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Puppy
We met by chance in your place of work How were we to know our spirits would find worth Our comfort levels were instant as if we already knew each other Our late, lengthy conversations were indication between one another I like your vibe, your company and I like staring at you I feel your... Sign in to see full entry.