Tag: poetry

Blind Lovers’ Lips | a Poem

Lovers' Lips
Every rose is equal parts
blossom and thorn, yet,
most automatically only see
What does that say
about love?
If such blind lovers’ lips
Were to greet yours,
would you accept,
or reject them?
What does that say
about you?

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my mantra for the year
warmth and love and belonging
from things
and replace with
nurtured soul
nurtured mind
nurtured body
treasure my soul’s estate
embrace liesure
let go
even of the books
everything that doesn’t belong in
need less
to make room for more

“Our life is frittered away by detail. Simplify. Simplify.”
~Henry David Thoreau

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My Heart Goes Longing


My Heart Goes Longing

of one heart, and one soul
all things in common, young and old

to every man according to his need, none that lack
taking no more, not even to fill thy sack

nothing by coercion, or cajole
grace on everyone, grace upon all

a people, a place, Enoch of ancient
a people, a place, a future obtainment

for yonder my heart goes longing
fit for the Lord to dwell; called Zion

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Divine Reflection | A Poem

Angela DiGiovanni | Divine Soul

i caught a glimpse of my reflection
and saw a divine soul
and i needed this to know
for whom the bell tolls

it tolls for me
and it tolls for thee
to give and to receive
so that we are not washed out by the endless sea

death defies me
though i’ve wished to go home
life defies me
though i’ve wished its skills to hone

i am not allowed to escape my bounds
and fighting it is futile
tireless efforts lead me to see
the goddess light within me

a child of the creator
an heir of the kingdom
i am weaving my parts together
that have slowly come undone

the light you saw in me
allows a part of me to be free
my life’s work yet to be
unfurling ever so delicately

so i step towards the light of this life
rather than succumb to taking flight
just yet, i am not done
my mission has only barely begun

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Measure of Man | A Poem


two trees

Measure of Man

to kiss and not be kissed
to love and not be loved
to give and not to get
to live and not regret

to forgive and not be forgiven
to save and not be saved
to extend and not be extended to
to woo and not be woo’d

the great measure of a man
when things do not fall to plan
do our principles change with the variety of colors?
or do we stay the same no matter what’s done by others?

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