Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran
Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy
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As Necessary As Bread
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Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry. ~ Mary Oliver
Listen To Poets
In the very end, civilizations perish because they listen to their politicians and not to their poets. ~ Jonas Mekas
I Wore Lipstick Under My Mask
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My mouth can’t help but curve upward even in hiding.
Hope skips counterpoint to each heartbeat at every encounter.
Crow’s feet crinkle in greeting every chance they get.

I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud by William Wordsworth
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I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden Daffodils…
P’s & Q’s
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Sing when you’re happy, Smile when you’re sad, Remember to be thankful, Hold your breath when you’re mad. Laugh if it’s Funny, Understand when its not, Cry with the low…
The Face in the Mirror
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It was pretty unclear, that face in the mirror, no matter how the glass sparkled.
The image outside might be easily defined, but inside murky depths cast a haze.
So because of the fear, I avoided the mirror. I saw nothing to reflect at or marvel.
Beauty it seemed, was just not for me. In my portrait I saw nothing worth praise.
Awed by Autumn
Every poet sings of Spring, But I am awed by Autumn. Leaves dance, swirling, flashing To tunes carried on cool crisp air. Brittle bursts of fiery red and gold Forstall…