Love at the lips was touch
As sweet as I could bear;
And once that seemed too much;
I lived on air

That crossed me from sweet things,
I had the swirl and ache
I craved strong sweets, but those
Now no joy but lacks salt
Of tears, the aftermark
When stiff and sore and scarred
The hurt is not enough:

The flow of- was it musk
From hidden grapevine springs
Down hill at dusk?

From sprays of honeysuckle
That when they're gathered shake
Dew on the knuckle.

Seemed strong when I was young;
The petal of the rose
It was that stung.

That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain

Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.

I take away my hand
From leaning on it hard
In grass and sand,

I long for weight and strength
To feel the earth as rough
To all my length.

Labels: Poetry

i carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go, my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)

Labels: Poetry

BUSY old fool, unruly Sun,
Why dost thou thus,
Through windows, and through curtains, call on us ?
Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run ?
Saucy pedantic wretch, go chide
Late school-boys and sour prentices,
Go tell court-huntsmen that the king will ride,
Call country ants to harvest offices ;
Love, all alike, no season knows nor clime,
Nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.

Thy beams so reverend, and strong
Why shouldst thou think ?
I could eclipse and cloud them with a wink,
But that I would not lose her sight so long.
If her eyes have not blinded thine,
Look, and to-morrow late tell me,
Whether both th' Indias of spice and mine
Be where thou left'st them, or lie here with me.
Ask for those kings whom thou saw'st yesterday,
And thou shalt hear, "All here in one bed lay."

She's all states, and all princes I ;
Nothing else is ;
Princes do but play us ; compared to this,
All honour's mimic, all wealth alchemy.
Thou, Sun, art half as happy as we,
In that the world's contracted thus ;
Thine age asks ease, and since thy duties be
To warm the world, that's done in warming us.
Shine here to us, and thou art everywhere ;
This bed thy center is, these walls thy sphere.

Labels: Poetry

You are granite.
I am an empty wineglass.
You know what happens when we touch!
You laugh like the sun coming up laughs
at a star that disappears into it.

Love opens my chest, and thought
returns to its confines.

Patient and rational considerations leave.
Only passion stays, whimpering and feverish.

Some men fall down in the road like dregs thrown out.
Then, totally reckless, the next morning

they gallop out with new purposes. Love
is the reality, and poetry is the drum

that calls us to that. Don't keep complaining
about loneliness! Let the fear-language of that theme

crack open and float away. Let the priest come down
from his tower, and not go back up!

--The Essential Rumi

Labels: Poetry

I am your heart
helpless romantic
falling

for you are
a mirage;

honey-drown
in the coldness
of your love yet

I ice your broken bones
with lucid frosting
on our cake

over - and over again

as our heart beats
of winter melodies playing
when you were young
and still

alive.

Labels: Poetry

The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind's mouth,
who comes with a breath of ice
from the blue caves of the south.

O dark and fierce day:
the wind like an angry bee
hunts for the black honey
in the pits of the hollow sea.

Waves of shadow wash
the empty shell bone-bare,
and like a bone it sings
a bitter song of air.

Who built and laboured here?
The wind and the sea say
-Their cold nest is broken
and they are blown away-

They did not breed nor love,
each in his cell alone
cried as the wind now cries
through this flute of stone.

- Judith Wright

Labels: Poetry

Tellement loin
tellement proche
quand ça fourmille d'habitudes
de grimaces
entortillées autour du présent

ça remonte et ça descend
des rivières infinies
frôle les astres
dans l'immensité du coeur
ses musiques d'accords brisés
fragments d'un noir soleil
répandus sur la peau des fleurs
rosée matinale
sur le visage
toujours révélé
par le frisson des pas absents

Cette faim d'hier soulève
les heures mortes
caresse le contour des saisons
quand tout commence à frémir
dans ce gel du temps
gel de nos temps racoleurs
s'agrippe
entenaille les désirs
désirs de retrouvailles
des premiers sons de la terre
me transportent sur leurs vagues
dérivent sur une lumière
au gré des mouvements tendres
fulgurants
m'empoignent me ramènent
sur des grèves impossibles
vibrent de mots naissants
vont me perdre dans le silence
à tout jamais

- Huguette Bertrand

Labels: Poetry

Wrote this quite some time ago in a semi-conscious state of about 10 minutes, but here goes:

Heads turned ‘round,
Words spill forward.
Too fast, too fast -
Too fast for comfort.

Faces at the dawn
We bask in the illusion of straight lines;
Gliding slowly, gently
Ahead, with our myopic vision.

Hands etched with guilt,
We deny the facts lying ahead;
But be careful - Dodge, now,
Before they hit us all!

Legs racing, sprinting,
We turn, we swerve, as we continue
Speechless in our heavy
Chains of logic.

With our reddened eyes
We say nothing,
With our words,
We say everything;

As we continue
Forgetting our purpose;
Spinning, in endless
Circles.

Labels: Compositions, Poetry

Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash
Oh baby with your pretty face
Drop a tear in my wineglass
Look at those big eyes
See what you mean to me
Sweet-cakes and milkshakes
I'm a delusion angel
I'm a fantasy parade
I want you to know what I think
Don't want you to guess anymore
You have no idea where I came from
We have no idea where we're going
Latched in life
Like branches in a river
Flowing downstream
Caught in the current
I'll carry you
You'll carry me
That's how it could be
Don't you know me?
Don't you know me by now?

- David Jewell

Labels: Poetry