Posts tagged Poetry
Posts tagged Poetry
Rudy Francisco - My Honest Poem
Your friend is your needs answered.
He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.
And he is your board and your fireside.
For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.
When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”
And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;
For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.
When you part from your friend, you grieve not;
For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.
And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.
For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.
And let your best be for your friend.
If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.
For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?
Seek him always with hours to live.
For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.
And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.
For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.
Then the time came when the risk it took
To remain tight in a bud was more painful
Than the risk it took to blossom
- Anais Nin
Longer than there’ve been fishes in the ocean
Higher than any bird ever flew
Longer than there’ve been stars up in the heavens
I’ve been in love with you.
Stonger than any mountain cathedral
Truer than any tree ever grew
Deeper than any forest primeval
I am in love with you
Somebody almost walked off with all my stuff…
And he didn’t bother to send a note home saying that i was late for my solo conversation. That i was 2 sizes too small for my own tacky skirts.
What can anybody do with something of no value on an open market?
Did you get a dime for my things?
Where are you going with all my stuff?
This is a woman’s trip and i need all my things to ooh and arghh about!
Honest to God, somebody almost ran away with all of my stuff.
And i didn’t bring nothing but the kick and sway of it, the perfect ass for my man.
And none of it is theirs!
This is mine, Juanita’s own stuff.
That’s my name.
Give me my stuff!!!
I see you hiding my lathe. And how sometimes I sit with my legs open to give my crotch some sunlight.
This is some delicate leg and whimsical kiss I gotta have to give to my choice!
So, you can’t have me unless I give me away – And I was doing that until you ran off on a good thing.
And who is this you left me with?
Some simple bitch with a bad attitude.
I want my things!
I want my arm with the hot iron scar.
I want my leg with the flea bite.
I want my things!!!!
I want my colour stated – Put language back in my mouth.
I want my own things! How I love them.
Somebody almost ran away with all of my stuff and I was standing there looking at myself the whole time.
It was not a spirit that ran off with my things…
It was a man whose ego walked around like rodent’s shadow.
It was a man faster than my innocence.
It was a lover I made too much room for, almost ran away with all my stuff.
And the one running with it, don’t know he got it.
I am shouting, “This is mine”! And he don’t even know he got it.
My stuff is the “Anonymous Ripped Off treasure of the year”.
Did you know that somebody almost ran off with me?
Me, in a plastic bag under his arm.
Somebody, almost ran away with all my stuff…
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms,
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers.
Thanks to your love a certain fragrance,
risen darkly from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
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 than this:
where “I” does not exist, nor “you,”
So close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
So close that your eyes close and I fall asleep.
When all thoughts Like the little stream
I slip into the woods
A pile of shepherd’s purse.
Making its way
Through the mossy crevices
I, too, quietly
Turn clear and transparent.
When all thoughts
Like the little stream
Walk and touch peace every moment.
Walk and touch happiness every moment.
Each step brings a fresh breeze.
Each step makes a flower bloom.
Kiss the Earth with your feet.
Bring the Earth your love and happiness.
The Earth will be safe
when we feel safe in ourselves.
In The Summer
In the summer …Nizar Qabbani Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown
I stretch out on the shore
And think of you.
Had I told the sea
What I felt for you,
It would have left its shores,
And followed me.
In the summer
Translated by B. Frangieh And C. Brown
Look to this day
for it is life
the very life of life.
In its brief course lie all
the realities and truths of existence
the joy of growth
the splendor of action
the glory of power.
For yesterday is but a memory
And tomorrow is only a vision.
But today well lived
makes every yesterday a memory
and every tomorrow a vision of hope.
Look well, therefore, to this day….
ancient Sanskrit poem