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dad's shirt
when a parent dies
the strangest things
become unexpected
reminders, even
monuments to a memory
of a professional
who became a person
every bit as real
as you
are only remembering
missing much that
once seemed filled -
dad's shirt
when a parent dies
the strangest things
become unexpected
reminders, even
monuments to a memory
of a professional
who became a person
every bit as real
as you
are only remembering
missing much that
once seemed filled -
get to the beans
why go to bed
with so much ahead
things needing done
thoughts always wrong
and people chattering away
on the other side of the worldbut one thing is clear
the beans always near
on the other side of dream
awaiting to please
if we just lay down
our heads and get there -
get to the beans
why go to bed
with so much ahead
things needing done
thoughts always wrong
and people chattering away
on the other side of the worldbut one thing is clear
the beans always near
on the other side of dream
awaiting to please
if we just lay down
our heads and get there -
daily bread
meditation is like a prayer
opening silent to listen
or simply to exist together
with what might be foundi never know with my mind
if anything is said, done
only my tasks for the day
rise to the front thoughtbut i feel it must matter
if only to remind us that
i will always look for
what is beyond me to feel -
daily bread
meditation is like a prayer
opening silent to listen
or simply to exist together
with what might be foundi never know with my mind
if anything is said, done
only my tasks for the day
rise to the front thoughtbut i feel it must matter
if only to remind us that
i will always look for
what is beyond me to feel -
daily bread
meditation is like a prayer
opening silent to listen
or simply to exist together
with what might be foundi never know with my mind
if anything is said, done
only my tasks for the day
rise to the front thoughtbut i feel it must matter
if only to remind us that
i will always look for
what is beyond me to feel -
the quiet neighbor
the evergreen remembers
all that presses in
written in bark and rings
gathering even more
waters from far deeper
below the earth, towers
feeling the air move
from season to season
hundreds or thousands
what does it matter
small creatures scurry
with their fast minds
circles of years by
the hundreds feeling
seasons stretch vast
limbs in the varied breeze
and the waters falling
always falling as i rise
while breathing back my due -
the quiet neighbor
the evergreen remembers
all that presses in
written in bark and rings
gathering even more
waters from far deeper
below the earth, towers
feeling the air move
from season to season
hundreds or thousands
what does it matter
small creatures scurry
with their fast minds
circles of years by
the hundreds feeling
seasons stretch vast
limbs in the varied breeze
and the waters falling
always falling as i rise
while breathing back my due -
A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/ -
A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/ -
A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/ -
A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/ -
A different link to "Pity the Nation" has both the Lawrence Ferlinghetti and Khalil Gibran poems with that title. Both worth reading.
https://allenginsberg.org/2025/03/m-m-24-ferlinghetti/ -
large old anger
the power of anger
is clarity
sharp focus
on the narrow wedge
whose point begins
in me
extending out like
a binary on or off
simulation of the sea
the abstract devoid
of briny swirls
dead jelly
fish shining in light
or even the darker
beyond the deadly
pressure
miles of water rears
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large old anger
the power of anger
is clarity
sharp focus
on the narrow wedge
whose point begins
in me
extending out like
a binary on or off
simulation of the sea
the abstract devoid
of briny swirls
dead jelly
fish shining in light
or even the darker
beyond the deadly
pressure
miles of water rears
(🍑) -
Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay -
Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay -
Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay -
Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay -
Excerpt from "Pity The Nation" by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Pity the nation whose people are sheep,
and whose shepherds mislead them.
Pity the nation whose leaders are liars, whose
sages are silenced,
and whose bigots haunt the airwaves.
https://lists.sonic.net/pipermail/poetrylovers/Week-of-Mon-20250623/004547.html
#poetry #poem #poems #TodaysPoem #PoemADay -
a place to rest
home is along
a messy path
away and back
and who we find
sitting with us
tall as trees
or squat
as shrubs turning
bright in between
familiar
curves following
familiar ways
no matter where
as if hinting
we were always
there -
a place to rest
home is along
a messy path
away and back
and who we find
sitting with us
tall as trees
or squat
as shrubs turning
bright in between
familiar
curves following
familiar ways
no matter where
as if hinting
we were always
there -
it's never just one
held through the neck
so much from outside
tightens around
without even knowing
what it is doing
in the real ways
humans feel alone
and won't even think
gentler ways also
may actually help
what we leave behind -
it's never just one
held through the neck
so much from outside
tightens around
without even knowing
what it is doing
in the real ways
humans feel alone
and won't even think
gentler ways also
may actually help
what we leave behind -
meditation #1
vines gather
the abandoned
into useful
support
to hide what is
under its own
growing mass -
meditation #1
vines gather
the abandoned
into useful
support
to hide what is
under its own
growing mass -
where is it?
hard to remember
the difference
between what i know
what i have learned
or any process
differentiating me
from tactile senses
that must be true -
where is it?
hard to remember
the difference
between what i know
what i have learned
or any process
differentiating me
from tactile senses
that must be true -
Shel Silverstein is famous for his children’s poetry and illustrations.
In poem Lazy Jane the word "rain" hovers just above Jane’s open mouth, as the string of words above it seems to represent the trickle of water she longs for.
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #Silverstein #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #rain #booklovers #LazyJane
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Shel Silverstein is famous for his children’s poetry and illustrations.
In poem Lazy Jane the word "rain" hovers just above Jane’s open mouth, as the string of words above it seems to represent the trickle of water she longs for.
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #Silverstein #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #rain #booklovers #LazyJane
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Shel Silverstein is famous for his children’s poetry and illustrations.
In poem Lazy Jane the word "rain" hovers just above Jane’s open mouth, as the string of words above it seems to represent the trickle of water she longs for.
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #Silverstein #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #rain #booklovers #LazyJane
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Shel Silverstein is famous for his children’s poetry and illustrations.
In poem Lazy Jane the word "rain" hovers just above Jane’s open mouth, as the string of words above it seems to represent the trickle of water she longs for.
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #Silverstein #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #rain #booklovers #LazyJane
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Shel Silverstein is famous for his children’s poetry and illustrations.
In poem Lazy Jane the word "rain" hovers just above Jane’s open mouth, as the string of words above it seems to represent the trickle of water she longs for.
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #Silverstein #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #rain #booklovers #LazyJane
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The English poet Roger McGough sends readers’ eyes travelling to and fro the way a tennis ball would across a net when they read 40-Love. Indeed, the poem itself – like the “middle aged couple” he writes about – is split by such a ‘net.’
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #McGough #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #tennis #booklovers
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The English poet Roger McGough sends readers’ eyes travelling to and fro the way a tennis ball would across a net when they read 40-Love. Indeed, the poem itself – like the “middle aged couple” he writes about – is split by such a ‘net.’
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #McGough #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #tennis #booklovers
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The English poet Roger McGough sends readers’ eyes travelling to and fro the way a tennis ball would across a net when they read 40-Love. Indeed, the poem itself – like the “middle aged couple” he writes about – is split by such a ‘net.’
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #McGough #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #tennis #booklovers
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The English poet Roger McGough sends readers’ eyes travelling to and fro the way a tennis ball would across a net when they read 40-Love. Indeed, the poem itself – like the “middle aged couple” he writes about – is split by such a ‘net.’
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #McGough #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #tennis #booklovers
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The English poet Roger McGough sends readers’ eyes travelling to and fro the way a tennis ball would across a net when they read 40-Love. Indeed, the poem itself – like the “middle aged couple” he writes about – is split by such a ‘net.’
#poetry #reading #Love #poem #poet #McGough #graficpoem #poems #bookstodon @bookstodon #books #book #poemaday #poetrycommunity #pictures #readers #readersofmastodon #booksky #bookish #BookTok #bookclub #readit #Bookwyrm #tennis #booklovers
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Departed
Old pitted tombstone. Two rough-carved words:
“Beloved mother” — of such I’ve heard.#poem #poemaday #poetry #cemetery #tombstone #moody #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
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Departed
Old pitted tombstone. Two rough-carved words:
“Beloved mother” — of such I’ve heard.#poem #poemaday #poetry #cemetery #tombstone #moody #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
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Lumen
A #poetry threadi.
In sable night
that lacks the stars,
a sealed off cave.
A man, five scars.The tail of night,
a crack is heard.
Black stone is rolled,
a flight of birds.Beloved with
her oils and herbs.
She sees the stone
and finds no words.🧵👇🏼
#poem #poemaday #easter #happyeaster #sunflower #flower #nature #holyweek #anglican #catholic #selectivefocus #spirituality #photography
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Lumen
A #poetry threadi.
In sable night
that lacks the stars,
a sealed off cave.
A man, five scars.The tail of night,
a crack is heard.
Black stone is rolled,
a flight of birds.Beloved with
her oils and herbs.
She sees the stone
and finds no words.🧵👇🏼
#poem #poemaday #easter #happyeaster #sunflower #flower #nature #holyweek #anglican #catholic #selectivefocus #spirituality #photography
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Vigil
A #poetry threadi.
A portal with a warning line,
this cave’s mouth made of blackened stone.
A journey split from mortal time —
into the black. Cries, echoes, groans.Down I descend to frozen depths.
A poet, partner, pulls me on
past popes and princes who, plaintive, wept
for what to them is neverdawn.🧵👇🏼
#poem #poemaday #catholic #anglican #easter #eastervigil #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
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Limbus
Tree trunk, stripped bare.
Crossbar, damp air.
Black clouds, crows caw,
perched on nails — gone.A sign, four words.
No voice is heard.
Cramped cave, stone bed
where herbs lay — bled.Long wait, dark night.
No candles burn bright.
Hinted return.
But silence — burns.#poem #poemaday #poetry #catholic #anglican #holyweek #holysaturday #goodfriday #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
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Limbus
Tree trunk, stripped bare.
Crossbar, damp air.
Black clouds, crows caw,
perched on nails — gone.A sign, four words.
No voice is heard.
Cramped cave, stone bed
where herbs lay — bled.Long wait, dark night.
No candles burn bright.
Hinted return.
But silence — burns.#poem #poemaday #poetry #catholic #anglican #holyweek #holysaturday #goodfriday #monochrome #blackandwhite #photography
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Mandé
A #poetry threadi.
An evening meal with an old friend
who told us he’d cross a stony bridge,
its span a trial, then he’d descend
to wade into black waters’ edge.Upon the table stripped and bare,
a bowl of dried roses, grey as stone.
The meal that we'd been served was spare:
a loaf, thinned wine, a candle blown.🧵👇🏼
#poem #poemaday #maundythursday #holyweek #easter #catholic #anglican #photography
