Juicy Quote

 

DACS; (c) DACS; Supplied by The Public Catalogue Foundation

(Still Life: Bowl and Apples – 1924)

“We don’t grow older, we grow riper.”

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Charles Bukowski

charles bukowski photo: Charles Bukowski bukowski.jpg

Raw With Love

little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won’t flinch and
I won’t blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won’t blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won’t use it
yet.

“A Poet’s Dream” by Steve.D.Hammond.

A Poets Dream.

Since the word poet was first uttered.

Women and flowers have stirred the heart.
The smells and beauty.
Words can never do justice.
Best just to stay still,
and keep quiet.
Let the beauty absorb into your soul.
Women and flowers,
Women and sunflowers,
AAAHHH YES!
A Poet’s Dream.

Picture from Lisa Thayer photostream called Sunflower Maiden.
(Linoleum Cut).
Steve.D.Hammond.

© 2011

Kahlil Gibran

 

“A Poet’s Voice”

Part One

The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.

My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.

Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark.

I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.

Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God.

Human kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear inhumanity from my heart.

Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him with enlivening pains.

Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves. The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms, empires, and provinces.

Human kinds unite themselves one to destroy the temples of the soul, and they join hands to build edifices for earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice of hope in my deep self saying, “As love enlivens a man’s heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way of knowledge.” Pain and ignorance lead to great joy and knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing vain under the sun.

Kahlil Gibran

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Editing by Milos J. Kohout

© 2011