Today’s selection is from my favorite poem that I read when I was in high school; The Rime of the Ancient Mariner. I had to post a video because this poem is best when read out loud. Enjoy your Sunday…Love your life!!!
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April is National Poetry Month: Day 16
In light of yesterday’s tragedy let’s pause and reflect: Terrorism is not random, it is meant for an intended and specific target. Fear is: False Evidence Appearing Real. So let us not bow down to their imposition; instead let’s face them with our faith….
One Word
Things go’round and ’round
What was, is now,yesterday’s funk-
And now it’s back to revisit.
The wise man said:
“The sun sees nothing new.”
The wise man said:
“The Word written today,
will one day save the dead.”
‘Round and ’round it all goes
A single drop of blood shed
Washes the world clean
And saves all who were dead.
-Eva Santiago Copyright 2013
An almost hidden message
We are awake!!
April is National Poetry Month: Day 15
Púrpura
Haze of purple on my curtains
Dancing,swaying on my window
Side to side, Back and forth
Of this I am quite certain:
Cool breezes blow in from the north,
Of this I am quite certain:
Heat’s a comin’ by the fourth.
Hazy purple hues of grape,
I lazily drift away
to a time when things weren’t better
and I was ok ‘cuz I didn’t know better.
Hazy purple grape and lilac
I’m now in a better place
Hazy purple, grape and lavender
Lookin’ in the mirror I see my face
This is a place of surrender
My memories no one can replace.
-Eva Santiago COPYRIGHT 2013
The World in the Window
April is National Poetry Month Day:15
Rainbow Silhouettes
April is National Poetry Months: Day 15
April is National Poetry Month: Day 14
MASQUERADE BALL
A man with everything
Always lacks some one
Don’t let ’em fool ya
People who brag about being some one-
Are usually no one
People who think themselves poor
Are actually quite rich
People who think they’ve arrived
Usually have a gazillion miles to go
People who think they shine
Are actually a galore of bore
People who think they’re hot
Are truly not
People who think too much
Do the thinking of the ones who don’t
People who think they are blind,
can actually see..if they so choose to.
People who claim they can’t hear-
Hear more than they let on
People who think themselves puny-
are usually the hidden giants among us.
People who think they’ve nothing to say-
Are the ones you wish would stay
People who think themselves mighty
Should see themselves first as lowly
People who think themselves dull
Are actually great beacons of light,
leading ships into harbor
that have lost all their sight.
People who think themselves wise
Are usually the ones who fall for all their lies
Don’t judge a book by its cover?
Yeah, don’t be too quick to judge a man
Sit still in his presence
Soon you’ll see his true lover.
EVA SANTIAGO copyright 2013
April is National Poetry Month: Day 12
Salad Anniversary -A book about Haiku
Your left hand,
exploring my fingers one by one-
maybe this is love
Secretly I try on your jacket,
drinking in your smell,
and strike a pose like James Dean
Remembering your joke,
I giggle out loud
In the middles of a crowd
Ring after ring tell me you’re out-
I listen fondly,
Grateful for any clue
Admonished to stop writing of romance-
What’s poetry, then?
Just another way to get a man?
-Machi Tawara copyright 1989
April is National Poetry Month: Day 10
Quotes about women by famous poets…
April is National Poetry Month: Day 9
POET QUOTES
“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way.”
Pablo Neruda
“A dream deferred is a dream denied.”
Langston Hughes
“Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.”
Percy Bysshe Shelley
“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.”
Edgar Allan Poe
“Words have no power to impress the mind with the exquisite horror of their reality”
Edgar Allan Poe
“Be of love (a little) more careful than of anything.”
E E cummings
“Happy are those who dare courageously to defend what they love.”
Ovid
“A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.”
Robert Frost

