It rains all night sleep steals away I listen to shadows Dawn emerges exultant as chansons of birds Houses emerge mists thin in slow motion: cries of kids at play fig peddlers raucous ravens: I am writing now
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FOR A DOLLAR I’LL TELL YOU WHAT YOU ARE DYING TO HEAR, WHICH IS ALL OF IT The social impulse and the roaches and the throb no one brings me what I heard. The window’s great — along with your four walls, you are more gorgeous than an afternoon I don’t watch that kind…
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Noah, you lived in the wrong time, died too quickly, looked at your world with different eyes, taught me the value of getting to know a person, even if I disagreed with them. The post Noah | Alan Inman appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
(Original song: JDG vocals and drums, Chicco Fresu guitar) Just ‘cos you’re to blame doesn’t mean you’re guilty.Just ‘cos it’s not your fault doesn’t mean you’re innocent.Just ‘cos you’ve got money doesn’t mean you’re worth a penny.Just ‘cos they said it well doesn’t mean they said what they meant. Just ‘cos you’ve got time doesn’t…
You are swallowed in the belly of Desire – and hollowed out inside because all you have tasted is the cold and consuming feast of fame. Your ego is a whale that swims in the seas of samsara – I fear you have forgotten that the rules of this game demand your consent. And in…
When offered a guest appearance on the Best American Poetry blog, I decided not only to write a couple of articles that I’ve been mulling over, but also to celebrate new books of poems coming out this fall. I put out a call via Facebook and Twitter, and had such a strong response I was…
