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"Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear,too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice,but for those who love, time is eternity." - Henry Van Dyke

"Poetry should strike the reader as a wording of his own highest thoughts, and appear almost as a remembrance "  - John Keats

 

"What lies behind us

and what lies before us are tiny matters

compared to what lies within us."

-Ralph Waldo Emerson

 

  "After awhile you learn the difference between holding a hand and falling in love. You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something and promises can be broken just as quickly as they are made and sometimes...goodbyes really are forever"

 

"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

   

"Peace goes into the making of a poem as flour goes into the making of bread."  -Pablo Neruda         
 

"Yes indeed, my child.  The sun is good because it does the body good, and because it has the sense to reappear every day; therefore, whatever returns is good, not what passes and is done with.  The easiest way to return from where you've been without retracing your steps is to walk in a circle.  The animal that coils in a circle is the serpent; that's why so many cults and myths of the serpent exist, because it's hard to represent the return of the sun by the coiling of a hippopotamus.  Furthermore, if you have to make a ceremony to invoke the sun, it's best to move in a circle, because if you go in a straight line, you move away from home, which means the ceremony will have to be kept short.  The circle is the most convenient arrangement for any rite, even the fire-eaters in the marketplace know this, because in a circle everybody can see the one who's in the center, whereas if a whole tribe formed a straight line, like a squad of soldiers, the people at the ends wouldn't see.  And that's why the circle and rotary motion and cyclic return are fundamental to every cult and every rite."- Foucault's Pendulum -Umberto Eco

 

  Comes The Dawn By: Veronica A. Shoffstall                                                          
After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning and company doesn't always mean security.
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts and presents aren't promises
And you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes ahead with the grace of a woman,
not the grief of a child.
And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain,
For plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight.
After a while you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much.
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
And you learn that you really can endure, that you really are strong and you really do have worth.
And you learn and you learn with every goodbye you learn... 
      Light fades, stars appear. and all the
                                                   Angels gather here. – Kathryn Schein

 

"If you're alone, I'll be your shadow.
     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

 

 

   
...be relaxed...close your eyes...breathe slowly and deeply...feel the air touching your skin...notice the movement of it...feel the warmth and the coolness of it...how it surrounds you, envelopes you...holds you...enters your lips as you inhale...I am in the air, stroking your skin, holding your body within me and entering your lips... Unknown

 

 

 

     "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

 

Maya Angelou  

 

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.

 

 

Pablo Neruda -1904-1973

 

If You Forget 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

that passes through my life,

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"

 

 

Alone

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 

              

 

An Acrostic of My Name, AngelicMistress...

 

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
AngelicMistress... Angelic? Mysterious?
Seductive? -or-  Evil?
Take a guess, AngelicMistress...
Or...Hmm!     
 

 

 

 

 

Remember
-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:

  Only remember me; you understand
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.
  

 

  e e cummings 1894-1962

i carry your heart with me    

i carry your heart with me  

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me

(i carry it in
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)                                  

- e e cummings

                                          

 

 

 

 

 

 

                

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

"Often the difference between a successful person and a failure is not one has better abilities or ideas, but the courage that one has to bet on one's ideas, to take a calculated risk - and to act. -Andre Malraux

 

 

"My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living."

- Anais Nin

"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.

Hi my name is Tanya,

I am a published poetess, that enjoys her family, her plants, and life.
I have my own way of writing, I feel more comfortable writing my way. I am criticized sometimes for that simple fact, but, my words are real and come from deep within my heart, and thoughts. I welcome you to my page and hope you enjoy your journey through my words, my thoughts, my life's journey. Thank you for the visit; please, do come back again!
         

 

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.

 

"When nothing seems to help, I go and look at a stonecutter hammering away at his rock perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred and first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not that blow that did it, but all that had gone before."

- Jacob Riis    
  

        

To me from: Poetic-Soldier
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 by efhjr.
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 write again -
May she SOON get well -
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.

 

This angel child I place on this space in loving memory of all the little children that suffer and those that die on a daily basis due to some form abuse, violence..... Children need to be loved, be viewed as precious beings that "WE" brought into this world; we should hear them laugh and play, not in white caskets, or brain dead.....

Friends, we all need to do more -something- to help our most precious resource, children, before it is too late.

This was written for me by a very special friend
JonathanROBIN
July 8, 2007
     

Tanya

T hough clairvoyant for others in her mind
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 ...

"Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: What! You too? I thought I was the only one." - C.S. Lewis

This was written for me by a very special friend

He taught me alot in writing and I will never forget him

I miss you,

Thank you Dale

 

Fine China, my Angelic Mistress

 

Fine China is my Love, fragile and delicate,
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.  
Author notes Written September 7th, 2005

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 .

 

“I decided that it was not wisdom that enabled [poets] to write their poetry, but a kind of instinct or inspiration, such as you find in seers and prophets who deliver all their sublime messages without knowing in the least what they mean.”
Socrates

 

"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

 

 

"What is love? As far as I can tell, it is passion, admiration, and respect. If you have two, you have enough. If you have all three, you dont have to die to go to heaven." - William Warton

 

                         

                                                                 

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