poems
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Guest Feature – Touched by an Angel
We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the… Continue reading
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Truth Is…
…foundational no structure can exist without it, and no tree can stand if its truth has not taken root. Truth is not held captive to the dogma of religion…. held bondage within the framework of theology…. it is not trapped inside the walls of College classrooms, oppressed by the lips of Baptist ministers, and does… Continue reading
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Black Beauty
**A little History on this Poem** This is a 12 year old poem. It has since been revised but this is the original copy that I wrote back when I was a sophomore in High School. It was entered into a contest and it won. I was then to fly to Rio Nevada for the… Continue reading
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Poetry like Jazz
“Poetry, like jazz, is one of those dazzling diamonds of creative industry that help human beings make sense out of the comedies and tragedies that contextualize our lives.” – Aberjhani Continue reading
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Writer’s Quote Wednesday – Rainer Maria Rilke
Smile, it’s Writer’s Quote Wednesday :). Don’t be shy, Join us: http://silverthreading.com/2015/01/21/writers-quote-wednesdaypoet-victor-hugo-2015-4/ This week, I quote Rainer Maria Rilke: There are two books I always carry with me: 1). The Bible and 2). Letters to a Young Poet. Don’t laugh, but I thought Rainer Maria Rilke was a woman before I saw his picture! It… Continue reading
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Guest Feature – The Prophet
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love;… Continue reading
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Love me not Hypocritically
Do not share my joy when I’m whole And not have compassion on these holes Cuz I’ve seen some wars and I admit Some of these memories are like scenic routes to civil wars Some of these Bruises are footsteps soldiers left on my self-esteem Some of these Birthmarks led to scripture You see Some… Continue reading
