Friday, December 21, 2012

Ox Cart Man By Donald Hill

In October of the year,
He counts potatoes dug from the brown field,
Counting the seed, counting
the cellar's portion oat or yanmai,
and bags the rest on the cart's floor.
He packs wool sheared in april, honey
in combs, Linen, leather
tanned from deerline,
and vinegar in a barrel,
hooped by hard at the forge's fire.
He walks by his ox's head, ten days
to Portsmouth Market, and sells potatoes,
and the bag that carried potatoes,
flaxseed, birch brooms, maple sugar, goose
feathers, yarn!
when the cart is empty he sells the cart
when the cart is sold he sells the ox
harness and yoke, and walks
home, his pokets heavy
with the year's coin for salt and taxes,
and at home by fire's light in November cold
stitches new harness.
For next year's ox in the barn,
and carves the yoke, and saws planks
building the cart again.

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

No Rest for the Idle By Kay Ryan

The idle are shackled
to their oars. The waters
of idleness are borderless
of course and must always
be piled. Relief is foreign
on this wide and featureless ocean. There are no details:
No shores, no tides, no times,
when things lift up and then
subside, no sails or smoke stacks,
no gravel gathered up and spit back,
no plangencies, no seabirds startled;
the weather, without the Matthew Arnold.

Friday, November 30, 2012

Voice in my Silence By Helen Keller (1880-1968)

I Believe that God is in me,
as the sun is in color and fragrance
of a flower-
the light in my darkness,
the Voice in my silence.

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Polish and Comfort

Dust grows
on top of things,
as time passes,
Quantity changes
and eventually quality
If not removed,
It sticks like
glue on skins...
you got to know
the polish and comfort
in a relation
with attached strings.
She loved many men,
but might not mean
love in general senses.
One's mind shall not be
shaken if a richer man
comes to sight
to get you...
love him?
do you cook dinner for him?
do you work and use your own
money to buy gifts for him?
do you two speak
in equal manner
and ...???

on Children By Simon J. Ortiz

O child's tremble
against your mother's innerwall,
is a true movement
without waste or hesitation,
a beating of wings
following ancient trails
to help us return.

Friday, November 16, 2012

My Grandmother's Ghost By James Wright

She skimmed the yellow water like a moth,
Trailing her feet across the shallow stream;
She saw the berries, paused and sampled them
where a slight spider cleaned his narrow tooth.
Light in the air, she fluttered up the path,
So delicated to shun the leaves and damp,
Like some young wife, holding a slender lamp
to find her stray child, or the moon, or both.
Even before she reached the empty house,
She beat her wings ever so lightly, rose
Followed a beee where apples blew like snow;
And then, forgetting what she wanted there,
Too full of blossom and green light to care,
She hurried to the ground, and slipped below!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

The Well Made Shield

The dark shadow hangs close,
Trees enjoy the last hour peace,
Seagulls sail low and wide,
Drawing the shape of an arc.
The moment is windless,
But the earth draws heavy breath,
upon the sea birds' curving downward
to the place of the target.
everything revolves in significant pace,
before dawn,
The powerful swings
of the well made shield.

Wednesday, October 31, 2012

O, Children of Mine By Revisen Christ Tomalonis

mother horse and baby horse

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012

You are God's gift to me
in life's morning!
I'm your servant in life to be
living and a-glowing!
O, children of mine.
I'm love's reward at noon
a blue moon before your birth!
You're God's blessing so soon
when I saw the day!
O, Children of Mine!
In life's evening I pray
to love you in dead!
From the day you are formed,
to times we get to know each other,
O, Children of Mine!
I bet we're connected in Eternity,
Since I chose maternity!
Who said that the bond is breakable?
Who dare to decline sadness in evil's hand?
O, Children of Mine.
Shall I bless you with joy
under the sky's grace?
What greater joy is thine?
To do so is definitely divine?
O, Children of Mine.

Thursday, October 25, 2012

Full Moon (Story and Poetry)

Moon and Stars, lovers, Lovers

The shape of
love stays put,
in an open tunnel of blue.
Love refuses to give up,
The shape has no solid form
and we see a hole,
A star from the North pole.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Yacht (Haiku on Luxury Yacht The Ship In Ocean Floor)

Brave the sea with speed,
Wind is the driving motor,
Nature's power to go.
Let sage's words rain,
Hold the oar to your yacht tight,
Pedal to open sea.
The tides may shift,
The weather may be stormy,
have your yacht ready.

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Saturday, October 13, 2012

Shades of Blue (Poetry, War, and Friendship)

Thursday Short Story Slam Week 29: Dramas and Freedom

Rambling day,
slow running time,
At an air crafts filled bay,
I dwell without disturbance of any crime,
alone, with roses on my gun hole,
Join me, grab my hand,
we would walk, not run,
We need neither music nor band,
The sky is sunless,
The land is colorless,
But we will gather strength and smell the rose,
and we will get out of this haunted place,
with open choice,
Let's ignore shades of blue here,
and enter the fascination of love
and peace, my dear!

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Crystals and Cobwebs By Steven CorWin (1975)


Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 74 (October 4 -October 10)


The thistles are crystals
that shine like the sun,
and their hangings are cobwebs
that make spiders run.
The present are gilt-covered
treasure delight:
the warmth are the presents,
season's own trite.
For the cheer is not ever
heard down the hall;
the cheer is all gone-
It was lost there last fall,
his lover has left,
She has gone far away,
and neither a word nor a message
did say.
The truth is so sad,
but certainly true:
his Christmas is a lonely
and empty sea blue,
Like sparkles and diamonds,
She once possessed,
His darling,
his lover
has lain him to rest. 

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Monday, October 1, 2012

Haiku on Innocence and Dreams

Image Credit:, Judy Underwood, Chasing Rainbow


Thursday Flash Fiction Week 28: Innocence and Dreams

Grow more healthy fruits,
Bad words tear relation apart,
Language needs art!
either heals or breaks the tie,
use it with caution.
Help is free to give,
Take knowledge seriously,
Obtain faith and grace.