Thursday, November 29, 2012

Succeed By Emily Dickinson

Success is counted sweetest
By those who never succeed.
To comprehend a nectar
Requires sorest need.
.
Not one of all the purple Host
who took the Flag today
Can tell the definition
So clear of Victory.
.
As he defeated-dying-
On whose forbidden ear
the distance strains of triumph
Burst agonized and clear!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Hearts and Their Fate

There are different types of hearts,
Some are open-minded, soft,
they carry grace and quality;
Some are less flexible, wooden,
or posses mean and harmful elements,
Opinions differ,
Characters vary,
Actions follow desires of hearts,
You cannot always win,
If you occupy sinful heart;
you maybe recognized
if you care, create, and share;
Words either touch
or hurt,
Fill your heart with love and
bless you, today,
tomorrow, and
in the years to come...

Thursday, November 15, 2012

The Night Sky By Penny Harter

When something taps your window
in the dark-a large moth
beating its pale wings,
or a pungent branch of lilac
scraping in the wind-
You wake to the night sky
pouring in upon you.
.
You have been waiting
all your life for this,
open as a harp.
.
And when a bird cried out,
from the depth of the lilac.
where it has slept every night
undisturbed, you understand
that it too has opened
to a shining that sings.

Friday, November 9, 2012

November Holding off Coast of North America

This case is like an arm,
and helpless! Nothing
can be removed from the open palm
as the shivering emotion coming.
.
high above, at the ninth level Heave,
on the altar, pewter air jets hum with owen,
the extreme and intense battles close,
and the polar forces integrate, upon the floes.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Blanket Roll Blues By Kenyon Hopkins





Blanket by google.com



I took what I was given
and I took what I have stole,
but I took nobody with me,
not a soul, not a soul.
.
I took nobody with me,
not a soul.
.
I took some things for hunger,
and I took some things for cold,
but I took nobody with me,
not a soul, not a soul.
I took nobody with me,
not a soul.
.
I took all my anticipations with me,
all the dreams that I could hold,
but I took nobody with me,
Not a soul, not a soul.
.
I took nobody with me,
not a soul.
.
I took my heart and body,
in a dirty blanket roll,
but I took nobody with me,
not a soul, not a soul.
.
I took nobody with me,
not a soul.


Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012