Simple Lyric

When I think of her sparkling face And of her body that rocked this way and that, When I think of her laughter, Her jubilance that filled me, It’s a wonder I’m not gone mad. She is away and I cannot do what I want. Other faces pale when I get close. She is away and I cannot breathe her in.

Young Poets

You speak for the lakes, the trees and the birds You say what they'd say if they had the words. Make PEACE and be proud, choose well every choice Speak HOPE and speak loud, you are Nature's voice. Speak with respect now, for jungles and streams, Speak for all wildlife and dream giant dreams. Speak with great courage, speak up and speak out, Write with a whisper or write with a SHOUT! Stand up young poets for clean air and rivers, Free verse or lyric; your message delivers...

Gitanjali

1. Thou hast made me endless, such is thy pleasure. This frail vessel thou emptiest again and again, and fillest it ever with fresh life. This little flute of a reed thou hast carried over hills and dales, and hast breathed through it melodies eternally new. At the immortal touch of thy hands my little heart loses its limits in joy and gives birth to utterance ineffable. Thy infinite gifts come to me only on these very small hands of mine. Ages pass, and still thou pourest, and still there is room to fill.

Stony Grey Soil

O stony grey soil of Monaghan The laugh from my love you thieved; You took the gay child of my passion And gave me your clod-conceived. You clogged the feet of my boyhood And I believed that my stumble Had the poise and stride of Apollo And his voice my thick tongued mumble.

Sad In Blue (A Lyric)

Sad sad sad in blue For sad sad sad you The moon is all bluish tonight The night is all dark out side Nowhere to run Sad sad sad in blue Into the night hold me tight Love me babe I need some light What's wrong and what's right

Bomb

Budger of history Brake of time You Bomb Toy of universe Grandest of all snatched sky I cannot hate you Do I hate the mischievous thunderbolt the jawbone of an ass The bumpy club of One Million B.C. the mace the flail the axe Catapult Da Vinci tomahawk Cochise flintlock Kidd dagger Rathbone Ah and the sad desparate gun of Verlaine Pushkin Dillinger Bogart And hath not St. Michael a burning sword St. George a lance David a sling

A Grammarian's Funeral Shortly After The Revival Of Learnin

Let us begin and carry up this corpse, Singing together. Leave we the common crofts, the vulgar thorpes Each in its tether Sleeping safe on the bosom of the plain, Cared-for till cock-crow: Look out if yonder be not day again Rimming the rock-row! That's the appropriate country; there, man's thought, Rarer, intenser,

On Being Human

Angelic minds, they say, by simple intelligence Behold the Forms of nature. They discern Unerringly the Archtypes, all the verities Which mortals lack or indirectly learn. Transparent in primordial truth, unvarying, Pure Earthness and right Stonehood from their clear, High eminence are seen; unveiled, the seminal Huge Principles appear. The Tree-ness of the tree they know-the meaning of

A Lyric Day

I deem that there are lyric days So ripe with radiance and cheer, So rich with gratitude and praise That they enrapture all the year. And if there is a God b\above, (As they would tell me in the Kirk,) How he must look with pride and love Upon his perfect handiwork! To-day has been a lyric day

In A World Of Poetry

Loved to write as far back as memory goes Without any thought for a verse to compose Poetic expressions of innate creativity So admire the effect and it's sensitivity Words dive straight to heart like an arrow Flying through sky piercing at point narrow Each word so concise of fit and precise

The Lotus- Sermon Of Heart

THE LOTUS _ Sermon of Heart (Love Lyric) From the bough of immortal tree, flower of endless root and beauty, The state of mind the wordless shore, The shadowy moon and soothing Sun, The cloud white with grace and rejoice, Thou art born in the womb of joy.

Kidnap Poem

Ever been kidnapped by a poet if i were a poet i'd kidnap you put you in my phrases and meter You to jones beach or maybe coney island or maybe just to my house lyric you in lilacs dash you in the rain

By The Seaside : The Secret Of The Sea

Ah! what pleasant visions haunt me As I gaze upon the sea! All the old romantic legends, All my dreams, come back to me. Sails of silk and ropes of sandal, Such as gleam in ancient lore; And the singing of the sailors, And the answer from the shore!

Boo To Buddha

So it is eighteen years, Helena, since we met! A season so endears, Nor you nor I forget The fresh young faces that once clove In that most fiery dawn of love. We wandered to and fro, Who knew not how to woo, Those eighteen years ago,

Your Poem

My poem may be yours indeed In melody and tone, If in its rhythm you can read A music of your own; If in its pale woof you can weave Your lovelier design, 'Twill make my lyric, I believe, More yours than mine. I'm but a prompter at the best;

Lyric Of Love To Leah

Come, my darling, let us dance To the moon that beckons us To dissolve our love in trance Heedless of the hideous Heat & hate of Sirius- Shun his baneful brilliance! Let us dance beneath the palm Moving in the moonlight, frond Wooing frond above the calm

Autumn

What doesn't enter then my slumbering mind? -Derzhavin I October has arrived - the woods have tossed Their final leaves from naked branches; A breath of autumn chill - the road begins to freeze, The stream still murmurs as it passes by the mill, The pond, however's frozen; and my neighbor hastens to his far-flung fields with all the members of his hunt.

Nostos

There was an apple tree in the yard -- this would have been forty years ago -- behind, only meadows. Drifts of crocus in the damp grass. I stood at that window: late April. Spring flowers in the neighbor's yard. How many times, really, did the tree flower on my birthday,

(1) Beyond Eden

Green leaves tap at my window like lost souls. I trace their signatures upon the glass. Dawn is only a few quatrains away. I memorize the fragrance of spring rain. It takes me back beyond Eden, my friends Where Adam brushed the first tear from Eve's eye. Stripped of their innocence, how could they know? The last grief would be soothed by God himself.

Lyric Written In 1830

What means my name to you?...T'will die As does the melancholy murmur Of distant waves or, of a summer, The forest's hushed nocturnal sigh. Found on a fading album page, Dim will it seem and enigmatic, Like words traced on a tomb, a relic Of some long dead and vanished age.