To Autumn BY JOHN KEATS Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run; To bend with apples the moss’d cottage-trees, And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core; To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells […]
“Though we need to weep your loss, You dwell in that safe place in our hearts, Where no storm or night or pain can reach you. Your love was like the dawn Brightening over our lives Awakening beneath the dark A further adventure of color. The sound of your voice Found for us A new […]
Rest is not idleness, and to lie sometimes on the grass under trees on a summer’s day, listening to the murmur of the water, or watching the clouds float across the sky, is by no means a waste of time. – John Lubbock Oh, the summer night, Has a smile of light, And she sits […]
Do we really need another dippy love poem? Well of course we do. What a question. “Every man should plant a tree, have a child and write a book.” So says the Talmud and/or Cuban patriot and writer Jose Martí. Everyone should also write a poem of love. At least one time. This poem was […]
A little illusion goes a long way. Perfect Homes and Gardens Larry Moffitt I drive past the giant homes, hard-bodied estates of Balmoray Valhalla Sunset Parkway Drive asking aloud, “What is it you people do? How is it you get to have one of these places?” I slather myself, first with loathsome envy and […]
A farmer of red dirt. This poem is set somewhere in time, between the last polio poster child and the end of home milk delivery, when they stopped making farmers (except for the exceptions). There was this old farmer I hung with three miles north of Fairland, Oklahoma, walking that funny way you do over […]
After you pass on, you have no control over the kinds of monuments people make to remember you by. I hope I fare better than Shelley’s statue. On 8 July 1822, less than a month before his 30th birthday, Percy Bysshe Shelley drowned in a sudden storm while sailing off the northwest coast of Italy […]
What good is art if it cannot be of service to love? We all know what goo-goo-eyed love is, but love also means reconciling the entire world and turning enemies into family. It’s a lot of territory to cover in a few lines, and this poem which began as my personal expression of passion, does […]
Aug 28, 1963 – March on Washington Martin Luther King Jr’s “I have a dream speech” at Lincoln Memorial In celebration of this historic event and the ideals it stimulated, we are posting the words to a song written by blues legend and civil rights activist, Mavis Staples. The song was written for the “Beyond […]
…it hopped the last train to the coast, taking relationship and romance with it. The thing is, poetry has never ceased to be vital for the human spirit. Poetry, “vitamin P,” is an essential nutrient that mitigates societal floundering by enlarging our capacity to put the world into perspective, to digest woe and be tolerant […]
