ah… the irony of posting this poem on the day it’s raining with Biblical force… stay dry my friends! In Summer time by Paul Laurence Dunbar When summer time has come, and allThe world is in the magic thrallOf perfumed airs that lull each senseTo fits of drowsy indolence;When skies are deepest blue above,And flow’rs …
If truth be told I feel quite lost without ‘college work/reading’ so I’m trying to keep up with the habit and dedicate some time everyday to read through the huge mountains of books piled up by my bed… poem by Brian Bilston if there’s one thing I have learnt as I got older it’s that …
When at the Hay Festival last Saturday, Max Porter mentioned Emily Dickinson as one of his favourites – among others I can’t remember because I was too awe-struck by his magic with words to have coherent thoughts. It happened that I have one of her poems on my wall, downstairs in my study, above the …
… I have a feeling I posted this before… but in light of recent events I think we need to shout from the rooftop A BIT LOUDER still Phenomenal Woman BY MAYA ANGELOU 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 …
Beauty XXV (by Khalil Gibran) And a poet said, ‘Speak to us of Beauty.’ Where shall you seek beauty, and how shall you find her unless she herself be your way and your guide? And how shall you speak of her except she be the weaver of your speech? The aggrieved and the injured say, …
Prayer is Power, by Orin Begum, full time lawyer, part time poet. You can find her beautiful words at poetry_by_oorenie on Instagram.
Happiness (by Raymond Carver)i So early it’s still almost dark out.I’m near the window with coffee,and the usual early morning stuffthat passes for thought. When I see the boy and his friendwalking up the roadto deliver the newspaper. They wear caps and sweaters,and one boy has a bag over his shoulder.They are so happythey aren’t …
For Each Of You (by Audre Lorde) Be who you are and will belearn to cherishthat boisterous Black Angel that drives youup one day and down anotherprotecting the ploace where your power risesrunning like hot bloodfrom the same sourse as you pain. When you are hungrylearn to eatwhatever sustains youuntil morningbut do not misled by detailssimply …
Last night I couldn’t sleep. Earlier there had been some sort of disturbance in front of our house, maybe ‘kids’ (big kids) just messing about, maybe not, there was a football, yes, but there was a lot of shouting and it was late and it was dark, not the time to be out there. And …
A spoken poem today… because it’s amazing, and kind of topical… and performance poetry doesn’t pull any punches. ‘Mathematics’ by Holly McNish
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