FLOATING IN SLOWNESS

Floating in slowness, drifting in stillness,
Foraging hours for seagrass and algae,
Heavy as giants your litheness ignored,
As mechanical monsters near you are mindlessly scored.

Eyes lost in a gray expanse,
Your prehensile lip brushes; your fluke steers ahead;
And still your dolphin-like intelligence is misunderstood,
By enemies, humans, with their heads in the woods.

Along with your peers dwelling in the canals,
Sleeping silently underwater you awaken to breathe,
As your nose pushes upwards to replenish your air,
You suddenly plunge downwards, mystified and scared.

After two years seacow mother you birth your calf,
And you search the mangrove shallows for warmth at last;
Oh gentle behemoth you cling to existence,
Only to be harmed without resistance!

Dedicated to the manatees: endangered and forgotten.

Wendy Shreve

Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night- Famous Poets – What’s your favourite poem?

 

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Dylan Thomas

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Dylan Thomas poet
Dylan Marlais Thomas was a Welsh poet and writer who wrote exclusively in English. In addition to poetry, he wrote short stories and scripts for film and radio, which he often performed himself. His public readings, particularly in America, won him great acclaim; his sonorous voice with a subtle Welsh lilt became almost as famous as his works. His best-known works include the “play for voices” Under Milk Wood and the celebrated villanelle for his dying father, “Do not go gentle into that good night”. Appreciative critics have also noted the craftsmanship and compression of poems such as “In my Craft or Sullen Art”, and the rhapsodic lyricism in “And death shall have no dominion” and “Fern Hill”.

Change Your Mind.

darling,domo

Our minds are very powerful. Our minds can be very weak.

There are minds that will pounce on minds that are meek.

Yes, advantage they do seek.

A negative mind toward love  will block out the emotion.

A negative heart will harm others and never experience the true feeling of devotion.

I positively believe in my version of success coming true.

If my mind truly believes, why will I  not succeed?

Forgiveness in my heart will ensue.

I thank God for my loved ones forgiving me too.

I want my mind and heart to create joy all around me and be in a loving harmony.

I say, “This will be so hard to achieve. “

No. It will be easy.

I say it. I act upon it. Therefore, it will be.

darling, domo

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Missing

love, truth and freedom

Layers of pitch black

Stabbing questions

Answers drip with fear

Vacant smiles welcome

False certainty preferred

No one knows

No one asks

Despair sounds like the ocean too

It roars above the chatter

How do they not hear?

Even the heart of the ocean

looks the same in Armani

Swallowed by the ocean

Your tears my party favors

 

**This was written with the heartbreaking stories of suicide in mind. It’s a choice to listen and a choice to be alone. Fellow man should always have a hand to hold, we can only hope they reach for it.

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Baby – Promote Yourself

You are
A long time
Coming

Now
All time is
Yours

My time is
Yours since
Before

But your
Time is
Not mine

It is yours
I get to
Watch it

To feel how
You are
Not in me

But you were
There you
Grew

Into a paw
Of blood
And time

It felt good
To share
To receive

Now I live
To give
You time

 Ana Maria Caballero

The Heat Wave By Gillian Sims

Bacon Roses

Daily life, this and that. Ambiguous

I am extraneous in your life.
Expendable.
An unnecessary evil.
A useless appendage.
I am bacon roses to be consumed and, thus, forgotten.
I am a mullet.
I can be expelled.
Radically.
Without cause or provocation.
Simply because I do not belong to the equation.
I am rapidly becoming rainwater when you have a built-in sprinkler system.

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Swan

Gelett Burgess

 

 

• Poet
• Frank Gelett Burgess was an artist, art critic, poet, author and humorist. An important figure in the San Francisco Bay Area literary renaissance of the 1890s, particularly through his iconoclastic … 
  
  Born: January 30, 1866, Boston, Massachusetts, United States

  Died: September 18, 1951

  Education: Massachusetts Institute of Technology

  Books: The little father, Goops and how to be them

I’d Rather Have Habits Than Clothes,
For that’s where my intellect shows.
And as for my hair,
Do you think I should care
To comb it at night with my toes?

I’d rather have ears than a nose,
I’d rather have fingers than toes,
But as for my hair:
I’m glad it’s all there;
I’ll be awfully sad when it goes.

I wish that my Room had a Floor;
I don’t so much care for a Door,
But this walking around
Without touching the ground
Is getting to be quite a bore! 
Gelett Burgess

THE OSPREY

A welcomed seasonal traveler which arrives here late for spring,
While some birds pause to whistle or others stop to sing,
You preen your wings of black and white then shriek a high-pitched ring.
*
Sailing with the thermals, flying with ennui,
You spot a bluefish skimming the surface of the sea.
Plunging downwards fearlessly, your talons raised and ready,
You grasp your prey beneath the bay, a raptor poised and heady.
*
When you meet your partner and bind a sturdy nest,
You raise your chicks to pick up sticks with little time to rest.
And once your tenure ends as summer days are done,
You ascend again into the sky to seek a warmer sun.

Copyright 2013 Wendy Shreve

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Painting Songs – Promote Yourself

My mind is a sea of unsynchronised waves.
They don’t rise up in unison
Or fall together with grace; my waves Mexican-wave.

My mind is a room of incomplete art
I should write a novel, or compose a symphony.
Instead I paint songs

My heart is a wood of bluebells.
My soul, an Indian sky
But my mind is a sea of unsynchronised waves
Inside I’m painting songs

Bridget from Ireland

Anne Killigrew 1660–1685-FAMOUS FEMALE POET

Anne Killigrew 1660–1685

British poet and painter Anne Killigrew was born in London in 1660. Her father was a clergyman with a position at Westminster Abbey, and she was a maid of honor to Mary of Modena, Duchess of York, in the court of Charles II. Exposed from an early age to life at court, she was also taken to the theater, and her uncles even wrote plays. Killigrew was the subject of an ode by the poet John Dryden. Anne Killigrew was the daughter of Henry Killigrew and was born in London in 1660. She was characterized by one of her admireres as “a Grace for beauty and a Muse for wit.” Her father was one of the prebendaries of Westminster some time before the restoration of Charles II.Anne showed indications of genius very early and her father made sure to carefully cultivate it. She became celebrated in the arts of poetry and painting. She painted a portrait of the Duke of York, who later became James II, and his duchess, to whom she was a maid of honor. She also painted some historical pictues and some pieces of still life, for her own pleasure.Anne was also known as a poet and was often comapred to Catharine Philips, the “Matchless Orinda”. Not only did she share in her artistic talent, but also in the similarities of their lives.Anne Killigrew was an exemplary woman of virtue and piety. Dryden speaks of her in the highest terms, and wrote a long ode to her memory, from which the following stanza is extracted:

“Now all those charms, that blooming grace,

The well-proportioned shape and beauteous face,

Shall never more be seen by mortal eyes:

In earth the much lamented virgin lies!

Nor was the cruel destiny content

to finish all the murder at a blow,

to snap at once her life and beauty too;

But, like a hardened felon, took a pride

to work more mischievously slow,

and plunder’s first, and then destroyed.

Oh! double sacrilege on things divine,

To rob the relique and deface the shrine!

But thus Orinda died:

Heaven by the same disease did both translate,

As equal were their souls, as equal was their fate.”

She died of smallpox in 1685 and was buried in the chapel of the Savoy hospital, on the north side of which is a plain monument of marble and freestone erected to her memory, and fixed in the wall, on which is a Latin inscription.

A Visionary Thing

Drifting Visions

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“What I was seeing was a visionary thing, it was a lightness in my body . . . my body suddenly felt light, and a sense of cosmic consciousness, vibrations, understanding, awe . . . And it was a sudden awakening into a totally deeper real universe than I’d been existing in” (Allen Ginsberg 521)

Allen Ginsberg, prophet of visionary poetry, described an awakening of consciousness that came to him through the words of William Blake. Ginsberg was inspired by Blake’s ‘Ah! Sun-flower’ to see the world anew, to see all creation as one life force.

Ginsberg’s own visionary poem, ‘Howl,’ makes several references to Blake’s poetry, and both poets seem united by the same vibrant, cosmic consciousness, which Ginsberg describes as the “great unconscious” that runs “between all of us (522).” “Awake! Awake O sleeper of the land of shadows, wake! Expand! (211)” Blake…

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A Farewel (To Worldly Joys.)-by Anne Killigrew FAMOUS FEMALE POET

 

Anne Killigrew (1660—1685) was an English poet. Born in London, Killigrew is perhaps best known as the subject of a famous elegy by the poet John Dryden entitled To The Pious Memory of the Accomplish’d Young Lady Mrs. Anne Killigrew (1686). She was however a skilful poet in her own right, and her Poems were published posthumously in 1686. Dryden compared her poetic abilities to the famous Greek poet of antiquity, Sappho. Killigrew died of smallpox aged 25.

 

A Farewel (To Worldly Joys.)

FArewel ye Unsubstantial Joyes,
Ye Gilded Nothings, Gaudy Toyes,
Too long ye have my Soul misled,
Too long with Aiery Diet fed:
But now my Heart ye shall no more
Deceive, as you have heretofore:
For when I hear such Sirens sing,
Like Ithaca’s fore-warned King,
With prudent Resolution I
Will so my Will and Fancy tye,
That stronger to the Mast not he,
Than I to Reason bound will be:
And though your Witchcrafts strike my Ear,
Unhurt, like him, your Charms I’ll hear.

by Anne Killigrew

Love

Kudzu, Maypops, Drinking From The Water Hose, and Other Poetic Conversations from the Works of M.C. Davis

Love
exists for
the sole
reason,
and utter
performance,
to
teach us
how
to
keep
the lights
on
for
when you
walk back
through
the
door.

M.C. Davis

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The Heatwave

The heatwave screams
Put your hats on please
Get your sun cream out
There is no doubt
We have a heatwave,
So out come the sunbeds
The cream on your legs
The hat on your head
Sunglasses to cover your eyes
For those who are wise,
A heatwave
To greet us every morn
Young men in their shorts
On the beach at dawn,
Awaiting the sun
To top up their tan
To stretch out and laze
In the heatwave

Gillian Sims

William Blake – Famous poets

William Blake was born on the 28th November 1757 in London where he remained for most of his life. He was educated at home by his mother until 1767 when he was sent to Henry Pars Drawing school. At the age of fourteen he became an apprentice to James Basire the engraver and after studying at the Royal Academy School he started to produce water-colours and engravings for magazines. In 1783 he married Catherine Boucher. Some of Blakes earliest poems were written at the age of twelve and his first book of poems was produced in 1783 (Poetical Sketches), and this was later followed by (Songs of Innocence) in 1789, 

Book Review – Waiting in the Wings and other diversions by Douglas O´Shea

Peatmore News

This is a second collection of stories by an expert raconteur.  This time he has included a couple of clever poems.  The stories and poems are light and provide entertaining reading.  They are ideal for anyone wishing to while away the odd ten or fifteen minutes as they can be dipped in and out of at any spare moment.  Give them a try and you will not be disappointed.

Waiting in the Wings and other Diversions by Douglas O’Shea is available in the Kindle Store

www.amazon.co.uk/kindlebooks

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