#poetry

"The Bonds That Tie Weak bonding is sharing a common interest;strong bonding is sharing a common enemy."

"REQUIEMUnder the wide and starry skyDig the grave and let me lie:Glad did I live and gladly die,And I laid me down with a will.This be the verse you grave for me:Here he lies where he long'd to be;Home is the sailor, home from the sea,And the hunter home from the hill."

"The wind is the moon's imagination wandering."

"Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth."

"I'll miss looking through the forest–your green and hazel eyes. I love the way they shimmered and changed shade with your mood, and how I could see the desire in your emerald gaze.-Karen Quan and Jarod Kintz"

"I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; Garlands from window to window; Golden chains from star to star ... And I dance."

"Visual Pun [10w] Example of visual pun:cloud shaped like a banana peel."

"Love life, Live Love"

"I once broke up with a boy because he wrote me an awful poem."

"Bagels and Lox Life's an everything bagel;love is a schmear of scallion cream cheese;and lox, no matter how you cut it,is resistant to dumbass metaphors."

"New Age Hype Don't 'honor your feelings.'Half the time they're full of shit.Don't 'embrace' anything without a pulse.Mindfulness should include not listening to quacks."

"Каждый читатель - тот же поэт, каждое стихотворение - любое другое. Ни минуты не стоя на месте, поэзия никуда не спешит. В разговоре каждая фраза предвосхищает следующую: у этой цепи есть начало и конец. В стихах первая фраза содержит последнюю, как последняя - первую. Поэзия - единственный способ противостоять линейному времени, так называемому прогрессу."

"When Old Age Begins Old age seizes center stagewhen more people we love are amidst the deadthan amongst the living."

"Cheapen words and they'll cheapen you"

"HereI'm here-the snow falling."

"Perfection [10w] If you've attained perfection,then what's the point of living?"

"won't you celebrate with mewhat i have shaped intoa kind of life? i had no model.born in babylonboth nonwhite and womanwhat did i see to be except myself?i made it uphere on this bridge betweenstarshine and clay,my one hand holding tightmy other hand; come celebratewith me that everydaysomething has tried to kill meand has failed."

"This cruel age has deflected me,like a river from this course.Strayed from its familiar shores,my changeling life has flowedinto a sister channel.How many spectacles I've missed:the curtain rising without me,and falling too. How many friendsI never had the chance to meet."

"You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or ask a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear thorough the search."

"Cancer [10w] It's odd that the cancer that kills you is you."