Seeking world peace and personal peace through poetry
Water is a symbol of life.
We are 60-70 % water.
The water that flows was in dinosaurs, and our ancestors.
We should keep the water pure because
our fathers and mothers are flowing by.
We should have gotten off the boat on that rock and said
we have the wood, but teach us about the water.
Both videos were shot on the Stones River in Tennessee.
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Wishing to Un-See
The worst image in the world
seared into flesh.
It spreads like boiling oil down my skull,
to my eyes,
to my nose,
filling it with the stink
of old water drowning me
in a pool’s depth of sea.
For R
Your voice is like the cracking of glass,
like a silver key,
like sun on a patch of ice.
It is a knife,
all edges and light,
and I could let the roughest part
of my skin become a wetting stone.
Planted
It is smiling on a wooden floor,
slipping into it like warm water,
feet bucking and splintering,
mixing with the glue.
Rooting me down
into an upright, silent scream.
In a Theater
Her hand is pressed to your cheek
and the light dims around it.
A black hole in reverse.
Your skin prickles,
each follicle rising up to meet her.
And then it is just you,
rising out of the darkness
like a fog.
Audible Patience
She hums,
patient as an oyster forming her pearl.
A sibilant breath,
a sound carried and rolled
by her hands.
She waits for him
to wade by and pick her out.
Tight Wire
The balancing act between
a thought and its burning action
happens on a blade of grass.
I stand on it,
toes ragged like a skirt’s hem,
and try to ease a result out of you
without losing my panting center of gravity.
The Good Word
I am a peddler of doubt.
Spreading its word like seeds,
hanging its glittering ifs like ornaments
on days of the most neutral colors.
Him
He is drenched in light
from nowhere I can see.
The room flickers on and off
like a warped television
until all I see
is his imprint lodged
like a splinter in my eye.
water cycle
water conservation
water poem in marathi
water poem by robert lowell
Wash me
cleanse me
I drink you
I am seventy percent you
I am water
I am earth
searches related to earth
searches related to water
The wave rushes to the shore
then retreats to warn the next wave that
advance and retreat are futile
and the earth
the earth
the earth and water poem
hits the shore
the seemingly meaningless shore
………….by david michael jackson 2014
ALWAYS INSPIRATION
I like to read the poems
other
poets call their
favorites; one’s
of always inspiration,
enjoyment,
memory unbidden; or
remorse,
guilt, despair. These
last I could
do without but know I
won’t,
and read on immersed.
I have my Uncle John’s
rosary in its leather
snap
case. He died going into
New Guinea in ‘44.
Dead on wet sand, in
surf
for two days. Rosary and
stitched case reek to
this
day still of seawater.
WHY, IT’S ONLY GRASS
What is the thing,
what sacramental truth,
rampages our non-deified,
miserly souls, and con-
flates, blooms and
flowers in a fruitful
construct and manu-
factures fealty from
low condition? What is
that thing that hands
us out of darkness to
breathe in enveloping
walking plains, buffeted
sky, beneficent light; yet
dark for rest and respite?
Then the aborning sun again,
and again, and again?
What thing, what part
of god is this? Why, it’s
grass. Just grass. Grass.
A SLICE OF CHERRY PIE
I read what interests me,
of course, and what does
not. I walk about. View the
reflections in store windows.
A city bus reflected rushing
by might be the highlight of
my walking day. A slice of
hotel cherry pie is always
to my taste. There are, yes,
other times, of course, that
I just wander off and waste.
Al poems© John Flynn
Yourself Looking Back
by Ron Olsen
It’s so much easier to run with the herd
Safer too
To never look back
Or too far ahead
You might not like what you see
Your own image looking back in disgust
So much easier to smile
A forced façade of joy
Even though your guts ache for the truth
You set it aside
Way too much to try and understand
And run with the herd
Football and brain damage
Sugar poisons the masses
Democracy’s death
Poverty overwhelms America
Climate change is us
Thousands of needless deaths in useless wars
All duped by marketing
Wall Street’s short view
As capitalism fails the many
Never mind
Join the herd
Phones, tablets, tv and laptops take it all away
The pacifier of unending diversion
Sucking on the great technological teat
Stopping to think is far too painful
You might see yourself looking back
Crushed by the admission of personal irresponsibility
By the inadequacy of the masses
E Pluribus Unum
A contradiction in terms
The illegitimate child of lofty thinkers
You are the many
The many are one
All moving in the same direction
Thinking the same simple thoughts
It’s so much easier to run with the herd
Unknowing
Mediocrity loving
Unwilling to listen
Attacking with hatred
Pouring humiliation upon
Any suggestion of enlightenment
A superior attitude is repugnant
To those who refuse to think
Better and easier to smile
To conform
To just keep moving mindlessly ahead
Lest you stop and see yourself looking back
A nexis of unbearable reality
A vision of enlightenment
The real enemy
Or so they want you to believe
Denial and deceit
Acceptance of the many
Group-think
So much easier
Much more comfortable
Safer too
Rise above commonality and they’ll tear you to pieces
The game is on
Pass me another beer
When all are heroes
Heroes disappear
When all are champions
Champions are none
When all are awarded
Awards are meaningless
With nothing left but us
Running with the herd
Awaiting the inevitable slaughter
Ron OlsenRon Olsen is a veteran cross-platform journalist based in Los Angeles, California, United States.……Ron Olsen at Wiki
He writes, “I’m a semi-retired Peabody Award winning journalist who now writes
essays and an occasional poem.”
Ron’s Site is The Working Reporter News, opinion and resources for journalists
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Jon Wesick ,host of San Diego’s Gelato Poetry Series, an editor of the San Diego Poetry Annual, has published over three hundred poems in journals such as the Atlanta Review,Pearl, and Slipstream. Jon also published over eighty short stories. Wesick has a Ph.D. in physics and is a longtime student of Buddhism and the martial arts. One of Jon’s poems won second place in the 2007 African American Writers and Artists contest. Another had a link on the Car Talk website.
