Walt Whitman, Romance With a Stranger
The concept of brief encounters, even romantic encounters, with a stranger recurs often in the verses of Walt Whitman.Take, for example, these lines from one of the inscriptions that Whitman wrote to his 1860 edition of Leaves of Grass.
Satirical Poetry About Tony Blair
All Hail.Is your hospital full of aliens, despite new cleaning firms,
Antenna waving buggies, And creepy crawly germs,
Then dont waste another second, now were into election spin,
Just complain, over and again, and up pops smiley smiley grin.
Beautiful Dreamer, Stephen Foster, Americas First Folk Song Writer
"Beautiful Dreamer" was written by Stephen Foster just before his death in 1864 at age 37. The song became one of his most famous and most popular.
Let Your Feelings Be Your Guide
The light of all eternity shines with me now /
My feelings light up my life /
How I find my way is determined by them /
They illumine my path and show me who I amWhen I was young, I felt so many things /
Then came the day when I could not stand the pain /
My world was chaos then, filled with sorrow and grief /
So I closed up to protect that fragile Self withinYears would go by before I could open again /
I was forced to by circumstances beyond my control /
Life dealt me blows which I later recognized as my own /
To awaken me to that sorrow deep within my SoulI worked hard to find my way back to the Light /
To that place within where I could feel once again /
There my Heart shone forth with a brave face /
And shed light on all that I had concealedNow I see how I closed that tender-hearted Self /
How I froze in the face of my destiny /
Troubles swirled around as a constant source of grief /
And I fell to sleep out of fearI am awakening now to the deep void within /
Where I've stored all those troubles and pain /
I fight my way back to that center once again /
So I can come forth completely and be trueMy life moves forward as of this day /
When I committed to finding my true Self /
I've engaged all manner of demons on this journey /
To return to that Source deep insideI wish for life to fill me now and bring all it can /
I am thirsty for experience and for growth /
I want lavish riches from my Soul to fill me /
So that I can truly enjoy all that I beholdThis work is sometimes difficult as I have learned /
But no more than any task requiring Love /
This journey enriches me with its purpose /
And fills me with Life and SoulThis is my gift to myself, my own holy Soul /
To have, to hold and to behold /
This Heart that bled is now healing its wounds /
And can prosper again from what Life bringsLet there never be a return to where hurts cramp me up /
And fill me with bitterness and pain /
I am awake now, yes, and can move ahead /
To appreciate all that Life has assignedOh glory to you, my Sweet Soul, for coming this day /
I thank you from the bottom of my Heart /
We two can sing together the praises of Love /
That take us forward on this journey through timeNever let it be said that one so deserving /
Could not find his or her way Home /
All whom will follow shall see this Light in turn /
And know that their journey can be wonI take you with me now, my Sweet Soul /
For you are here in my hands /
Where I can behold you /
And together, we can be so bold"Move on," you say to me. "Move on, my love /
The Light wishes for us to do so" /
And my Heart sings with the possibilities /
So that "Yes" is the answer I can render with easeMy Heart is filled with Love and joy in this moment /
Knowing that I am with you, my Soul /
My feelings tell me you are there and always were /
Till that sleep came over me earlier onBy awakening to your touch do I know You /
And find my own truth there in your eyes /
You show me through Love what my purpose can be /
I am inspired by this attentive designI am pleased we are here together, in this life /
I am pleased that our love is so strong /
For now I can reach you, my Sweet Soul Sublime /
When you call to me from deep within my HeartI have your answer Dear, and know this to be true /
That you and I are forever to be born /
In this life or another, we join with each other /
And We Soar .
Anne Bradstreet, To My Dear and Loving Husband, A Discussion
"To My Dear and Loving Husband" was written by America's first female poet, the Puritan, Anne Bradstreet. In fact, Anne Bradstreet is one of only a handful of female American poets during the first 200 years of America's history.
How I wonder what he's doing
as I sit alone at night.
How I wonder who he's seeing
How I wonder if I'm right.
Because of You
You are to me my lifeline
That scares me.
Ed Gallagher Dec. 11, 1907 - Sept.
Poems have different cores, or so I believe, and can only be structured well for certain figurative language-heart beats; like all counselors are not made for all clients, so all poems are not made for the same person, or purpose; when we read we all have our likes and dislikes; I do not necessarily know what poetry is per se, but I do know what the greatness of poetry has, and great poetry is close to an illusion?it carries an echo I do believe-figurative yes, at best, and questionable yes, by far. Here are five poems I've recently wrote, all with a different core, focus and style.
Out of the eight poems provided here [all previously unpublished], four are Poetic Prose, a few Visionary [what I call Vsionary anyhow], a few Free Verse, and a few with more form and structure, more closely to the Auden style of: stanza, metrical rhythm, and rhyme. In saying that, I do believe all the poems are conveying a rich network of meaning, some of them painfully close bond between pleasure and destruction.
Robert Burns Love Poem: A Red, Red Rose
Robert Burns, a poor man, an educated man, and a ladies' man, is representative of Scotland, much like whisky, haggis, bagpipes, and kilts. He lived a life shortened by rheumatic heart disease, 1759-1796, but his life journey through poverty, informal education, disappointed love, nationalism, and literary and financial success can be identified by all Scots and common men the world over.
Article on Poetry and Two Poems
Writing Poetry for TomorrowWhat does a man need to be a poet, or tomorrow's literary giant? Questions many a student has asked, from Harvard all the way to the community college in one's hometown. What is the answer? Well, I can give you mine, and I'm sure if you asked a hundred writers, or a hundred scholars, you'd get two hundred different answers.
Opposites Do Attract Quite Well
When I am climbing up, you are stepping down.
When I wear a smile, you wear a frown.
A Dose of Laughter
I'm not well. Can't you tell?
Kinda low, so,
give me a dose of laughter.
A World That Doesnt Care
War bombs may explode demolishing man and land.
Hurricanes may devastate and leave us entirely bare.
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