Bravery-20, find it heart, so urgently and seriously needed today, I use Adverbs when I know I should not, but to draw out a Point, and make pause ones whose ire raised at my blunder might realize, today, we urgently seriously need their hearts my heart and yours and his and hers... And so on … Continue reading Bravery-20, a Writing Prompt Challenge response and a Sharing our Truths response, poetry by Stephen Fuller
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Virus by Lazarus Shatipamba
Stay home and wash your hands.Stephan Francis VirusInfecting people everywhereMen, women and childrenAll of themHiding Visit my blog for more poetry
Classic Poems Presented by GoDogGoCafe Barista- Michael Erickson
Twelfth Night, Act II, Scene IV VIOLA: Sooth, but you must. Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, Hath for your love a great a pang of heart As you have for Olivia. You cannot love her. You tell her so. Must she not then be answered? ORSINO: There is no woman’s sides Can … Continue reading Classic Poems Presented by GoDogGoCafe Barista- Michael Erickson
Sonnet 123 by William Shakespeare| Classic Poems Presented By Go Dog Go Cafe Baristas
A classic poem Sonnet 123 by William Shakespeare presented by Liyona. No, Time, thou shalt not boast that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with newer might To me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are but dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore we admire What thou dost foist … Continue reading Sonnet 123 by William Shakespeare| Classic Poems Presented By Go Dog Go Cafe Baristas
Tripping on Raincoats – prikcab (Ian Perlman)
winter’s frost has soaked into the soil peeks of green poised to rise neighbors distant, out of sight buds sit upon the branch forgiveness ready for bloom but where are all the people feeling stretched beyond our test barely able to cover our sensitivities friendly faces all inside days are coming to relax the tension … Continue reading Tripping on Raincoats – prikcab (Ian Perlman)
Beneath A Poplar Tree- Michael Erickson
Lay me down upon grass so sweet, Beneath these singing poplar leaves. For my bones cry lo, bring me home, I wish to feel this earth so green. Trickle of water carves through dirt, As we laugh at such gnarled roots so deep. Throw your worries upon this leaning fence, And chase me barefoot through … Continue reading Beneath A Poplar Tree- Michael Erickson
A note to the Lady of my Dreams
It does not matter whether the weather is sunshine and clear blue skies, or dark clouds and heavy snow. What matters is that the mind is acclimatized to experiencing the warmth of summer and not the bitter biting cold of winter.Lazarus Shatipamba blue-eyed, brown skinned beauty who is not at all tall. whom for i … Continue reading A note to the Lady of my Dreams
Hope is the thing with feathers – Classic Poems Presented by Go Dog Go Cafe’s Baristas
This poem by Emily Dickinson is one of my favorites. It speaks of the strength of hope in even the fiercest of storms. In all, hope endures. Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale … Continue reading Hope is the thing with feathers – Classic Poems Presented by Go Dog Go Cafe’s Baristas
Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – John Donne and a response “Though on them born eager to be found” by Stephen Fuller
Earlier today, Christine shared John Donne’s poem we know as No Man Is an Island. In a fit of inspiration that had been slipping away in face of the practicality of managing life during these most unusual days… I offered this in comments and what had started as a random one line thought became, well, a full blown response poem. Now… wash your hands and stay away from me… LOL. Just kidding, social distancing not required at the Cafe. But do wash your hands before you scroll around.
“No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the …
Today, Christine shares at the Go Dog Go Cafe John Donne’s No Man is an Island, her choice of classic poem to inspire us in this crazy, unusual times. In a fit of inspiration looking out the window on a rainy day taking a pause from reading a biography of my beloved Ranier Maria Rilke, I wrote in response the following:
Oh… fly me to this island and drop me.
Home will I find there, if but a swim
Must be taken by those who long to hear
What words my heart has concocted from
The cool breezes and slowly lifted fogs
And snowed tops of mountains…
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Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – John Donne
"No man is an island entire of itself; every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as any manner of thy friends or of thine own were; any … Continue reading Light in Dark Times: Meditation 17 – John Donne
