spilledwoords
“Poetry burns in our hearts with the passionate heat of a lover’s embrace.”
Tag: life
Completely
Don’t, don’t take me to the dance floor,my passion is too charged with energyit will electrocute you. Don’t lend my hand or heart to a rival;you will never get it back,trust me. I don’t offer soothing words rathera love acquired at great anguish,at a… Continue Reading “Completely”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)
Born Again Papa is born againthis new spirit in him –crinkled eyes, fading skinbald-head, graying side-burnsis dogged. Many thirty-year-olds or even lessare responsive, like Lydia was to Paulthis good news –Money, Power, and Confidencewhich were elusive at tender years. It is difficult and different… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (4)”
MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)
This week we explore five poems highlighting a crisis older adults go through. A phase when falling health distorts their anatomy or worst a stage some feel they could be happier by making adverse changes in their life, and they feel the urge to… Continue Reading “MIDLIFE – A Collection of Poems (1)”
Teach Me …
Teach me how to number my daysso that I may live todaynot as a bubble but fully. Teach me how to love lifeso that hourly I may composemyself to the remembrance of my maker. Teach me before my last bowthe A-B-C of transforming to… Continue Reading “Teach Me …”
9 to 5
To spend your life livingin fear and ignorancenever exploring your dreamsis cruel. To work hard for moneythinking it will buy youall things that will make you happyis crueler. To wake up in the middleof the night terrified by bills,is a horrible way to live.More… Continue Reading “9 to 5”
How many….
How many handsome opportunitieshave passed ne’er to returnwhile I was having a sip –a social glass with a friend? How many foolish bargainshave been struck ne’er to revertunder the influence of a sparkling cup,which made me bounce with the carefreehappiness of a big game… Continue Reading “How many….”
SORES
Life’s sores have been aroundStill will till Christ comes back to go no moreHowever we might care to wish it awayShe still runs wild with no care Some stalk, then forcefully pounce-Certain ones saunter or crawl by,Tearing up flesh; others harvesting man’s defense.Even if… Continue Reading “SORES”
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Weapon
The will to power destroys the power to will.The weapon made, we cannot help but use it;it drags us with its own momentum still. The power to kill compounds the need to kill.Grown out of hand, the heart cannot refuse it;the will to power undoes the power to will. Though as we strike we cry […]
Silent, but ….
I MAY be silent, butI’m thinking.I may not talk, butDon’t mistake me for a wall. Copyright © Tsuboi Shigeji | Translated by Geoffrey Bownan and Anothony Thwaite | 1964
Olokun
I love to pass my fingers(As tide thro’ weeds of the seaAnd wind the tall fern-fronds)Thro’ the strands of your hairDark as night that screens the naked moon: I am jealous and passionateLike Jehovah, God of the Jews,And I would that you realiseNo greater love had womanFrom man than the one I have for you! […]
Don’t Urge Me
“Entreat me not to leave you,Or to turn back from following after you;For wherever you go, I will go;And wherever you lodge, I will lodge;Your people shall be my people,And your God, my God.Where you die, I will die,And there will I be buried.The LORD do so to me, and more also,If anything but death […]
Wait Not
Wait not, fond lovershe’d not give a waiverwho took your placefind yourself another,let your memories bank not on me;your fantasies are free to roam. Wait not, fond lovershe – I dwell now inher river like a fish;she’s a taunting schemerthat wouldn’t unshackleor make me free. Desire me less in the nightturn the page, don’t writeanother […]
