-Henry Van Dyke
"What lies behind us
and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
Veronica A. Shoffstall
"The greatest thing a human soul ever does in this world is to see
something and tell what it saw in a plain way. Hundreds of people can
talk for one who can think, but thousands can think for one who can
see. To see clearly is poetry, prophecy and religion, all in one."
-John Ruskin
A poet is like a bird. He chirps no matter what twig he
lands on and mistakes the rustle of leaves for applause.
- Joseph Brodsky
And you learn
And you begin to learn
And you begin to accept your defeats
not the grief of a child.
And you learn
For plans and futures
After a while
So you plant your own garden
And you learn
And you learn
Light fades
stars appear
Angels gather here. – Kathryn Schein
If you want to cry, I'll be your shoulder.
If you want a hug, I'll be your pillow.
If you need to be happy, I'll be your smile.
But, anytime you need a friend, I'll just be me." - Author Unknown
My first book is entitled: Hues of Wandering Thoughts
ISBN142410520X
My second book is entitled: My Wandering Soul's Thoughts and Poetry
ISBN1424119049
Oh! You said that I am a puzzle, then, please solve me...Unknown
AVAILABLE 24 HOURS 1-800-799-SAFE (7233)
"Neither praise nor blame is the object of true criticism. Justly to discriminate, firmly to establish, wisely to proscribe, and honestly to award - these are the true aims and duties of criticism." - Simms
As children bring their broken toys
with tears for us to mend
I brought my broken dreams to God
because he was my friend
But then instead of leaving Him
in peace to work alone
I hung around and tried to help
with ways that were my own
At last I snatched them back
and cried
"How can you be so slow?"
"My child", He said,
"What could I do?
.......you never did let go."
- Robert J. Burdette
Phenomenal Woman by Dr. Maya Angelou
born: April 4, 1928
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies,
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees.
Then they swarm around me,
A hive of honey bees.
I say,
It's the fire in my eyes,
And the flash of my teeth,
The swing in my waist,
And the joy in my feet.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say,
It's in the arch of my back,
The sun of my smile,
The ride of my breasts,
The grace of my style
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed.
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud.
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say,
It's in the click of my heels,
The bend of my hair,
The palm of my hand
The need of my care,
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.
by: Pablo Neruda
I want you to know one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals, were little boats
that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little.
If suddenly you forget me do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you.
If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners
and you decide
to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,
remember that on that day, at that hour,
I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off
to seek another land.
But, if each day, each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine"
by Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one thing
And I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
There are some millionaires
With money they can't use
Their wives run round like banshees
Their children sing the blues
They've got expensive doctors
To cure their hearts of stone.
But nobody
No, nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Alone, all alone
Nobody, but nobody
Can make it out here alone.
Now if you listen closely
I'll tell you what I know
Storm clouds are gathering
The wind is gonna blow
The race of man is suffering
And I can hear the moan,
'Cause nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.
If you are not familiar with Maya Angelo, check out this site: http://www.your-inner-voice.com/mayaangelou.html
A-AngelicMistress is my name
N-Nice, yet feisty
G-Gentle
E-Ethereal
L-Loquacious when convenient
I-Inocent
C-Caring
M-Mysterious
I-Intriguing
S-Sensual
T-Typical Puerto Rican
E-Enchanting
R-Romantic
S-Seductive
S-Sigilous
Take a guess, see what you get...
AngelicMistress...
A Mistress?
Or...Hmm!
-Christina Rossetti
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you planned:
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you
here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)
"I know quite certainly that I myself have no special talent; curiosity, obsession and dogged endurance, combined with self-criticism, have brought me to my ideas." - Albert Einstein
SHAMBHALA by efhjr.
To soothe your weary mind,
What lessons you must learn,
What secrets you must find,
Are all a part of life,
Like being born and growing old,
Whatever you must do,
Must be as good as gold.
Whatever you must do,
To face your deepest fears,
To erase and to replace them,
With a shining spirits' tears,
Will only bring you closer,
To a place called Shambhala,
A peaceful place inside of you,
That is truly who you are.
You won't find it in Tibet,
Or where The Dalai Lama is,
I know because I've been there,
On a holy pilgrimage.
Katmandu and India,
Won't levitate you there,
You need to find it in your soul,
To find it anywhere.
Hi my name is Tanya,
Timothy A. Johnson
September 15, 1965 - December 28, 2006
You are still with us, we shall not forget you.
You live on through your poetry.
Romance in the Rain
Out for an evening walk
with you my most
precious beloved
Dark clouds loom overhead
and a cool wind chilled our cheeks
but we walked hand in hand
We talked and shared some special moments
suddenly lightning streaks across the sky
and the dark clouds came to life
It also seemed to dance within your eyes
and your cheeks glowed
with a majestic beauty
The thunder crashed all around us
you jumped and your skin tingled
with an electrifying excitement
As the rain fell
our passion flowed
as a raging river
Each kiss lead to another
our passion exploded
as we laid down in the wet grass
We explored passion
to new found depths
as we continued to make love
PRAYER FOR AN ANGEL (c) Copyright 2007 by Earl F. Hubbard Jr.
Cannabis and Dragon Heart -
slowly flew on by -
with a prayer for Tanya -
that was written in the sky.
We're praying for an angel -
to get better very soon -
May she fly again -
and sing a merry tune.
May she hear our prayer -
May she see the moon -
May she feel the sun -
shining in her room.
May she send the devil -
of sickness back to Hell.
We truly love you, Tanya -
We pray to see you soon -
Flying with your lover -
around the sun and moon.
Cannabis the dragon -
slowly flew on by -
with this prayer for Tanya -
a friend to you and I.
JonathanROBIN
July 8, 2007
A solitude impossible to fill
N ow tension heaps which tries both soul and will,
Y et hope for scope remains to help her find
A uthentic space to seek through veil, behind
T oday's frustration and not wait until
A dverse circumstances fear instill.
N ow should self-confidence spring and unwind
Y esterday from tomorrow redefined
A s light and laughter link. Past's bitter pill
T hus may be sweetened and all paths downhill
A llow expansion, tender touch entwined.
N IRVANA I RAN VAIN spelled in the past
Y Arn prismatic promised is at last ...
This was written for me by a very special friend
He taught me alot in writing and I will never forget him
I miss him
Thank you Dale
Fine China, my Angelic Mistress
Yet sensuous, sensually serviceably.
Although I worship her,
I do not put her on a pedestal,
I keep her locked in a cabinet,
That is where she needs to be.
Letting her out on special occasions,
So that my guest might enjoy her.
They each treat her according
to their personalities,
their own predilections:
Some gentle, some rough,
She acquiesces to each demand.
After all have had their use of her,
We adjourn to another room,
Leaving her naked, alone, and soiled.
Later, they depart no goodbyes,
or a thank you, for her
flawless performance.
Afterwards, when we are alone:
I draw her bath of soapy hot water.
Stroking her, then plunging her in,
her edge breaking the water’s surface.
Baptized: I lift her out born again.
Her sins washed away, a virgin once more.
I dry her carefully, gently, lovingly,
Feeling the raised design on her surface.
Then, stacked neat, all in its place,
I once again lock the cabinet door,
Until the next time,
my fine china love, my Angelic Mistress,
Until next time.
This poem is dedicated to, and about one of my muses Tanya, aka Angelic Mistress. She loves me into inspiration. She is my muse of love, healing and charity. Her touch is as soft as the furriness of a rose petal, her scent is as clean as morning dew, and her breath sends healing wherever it goes-Dale Tisdale.
"In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite."
-Paul Dirac
- Last seen on Jun 28 2:21 PM. Member since September 4, 2005.
- I'm a hidden phosphate poet for 4447 comments.
- My mood is Live each day as if it were your last ....
- I am a 50 year old woman from Florida (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm in love with life....
- Visit my homepage at Under construction -coming soon! :)
- I support the site as a gold member
(40)
(44)
(44)
(44)
- I am in the groups Erotic Desires, I Truly Love The Rain, Lionsloves Lair, Poesia En Espanol, Poetic Paradise, Poets With Feathers, Romantics Dreamers, Rose Garden, Sensual Quills, The Paragon, Vocabulary for Poets and Writers, WOMEN Support Group, Winklings Group One The Original Winklings, Wise Poets Society
- I have 4447 comments, 9 contests
My Lists
My Poetry
-
@>~~`~
Autumn Fairy by Linda Bergkvist -
My Stories
Guestbook
-
Poetic Soldier on June 20I hope your weekend is filled with the warmth of the sun... and the tenderness of your incredible heart....
-
Poetic Soldier on June 19you still have one of the most beautiful pages in AP
-
Poetic Soldier on June 18it's great to see you online again.... You have been missed a great deal
-
Ethereal One on June 17
