He stands in the doorway of his house
A ragged sculpture of the wind,
October creaks the the rotted mattress,
The bedposts fall. No hope. No lust.
The hungry fiend
Screams the apocalypse of clay
In every corner of this land.
–Patrick Kavanagh
poetry
Poetry – Work Without Hope
All Nature seems at work. Slugs leave their lair –
The bees are stirring – birds on the wing –
And Winter slumbering in the open air
Wears on his smiling face a dream of Spring!
–Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Poetry – Crossing the Bar
Sunset and evening star,
and one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
when I put out to sea…
–Alfred, Lord Tennyson
Poetry – Sea Fever
I must down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
--John Masefield
Poem – Writer’s Block
What are the names of the angels
and the birds? My memories swarm
round like confused flies. Among
the dead, I cherish most myself.
–Keith Flynn
Valentine’s Day Poem
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle.
Why not I with thine?—See the mountains kiss high heaven
And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower would be forgiven
If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth
And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
What is all this sweet work worth
If thou kiss not me?
—
Percy Bysshe Shelley, 1792 – 1822
via Valentine’s Day Poem.
Poetry- Water Under World
I wanted a shirtless lifeguard
at the waterpark to see me, so I leapt
from the flotilla of plastic innertubes
into the waist-deep canal, where spotlit
mummies craned animatronic necks.
He came. He rustled, furious,
from a plastic hedge and banned
me from the Lost River of the
Pharaohs for life.
-Hannah Faith Notess
Poetry -They Are All Gone Into the World of Light
They are all gone into the world of light!
And I alone sit lingering here,
Their very memory is fair and bright,
and my sad thoughts doth clear.
–Henry Vaugham, 1650
This poem is in memory my friend, the talented artist Diane Bauer.
Poetry
Eulogy for the Costa Rican Ghosts
Knocking bamboo ushers in their moans.
Neither missing nor white,
they wonder who you are and what you are doing
and why life has left them and spared you –
imperfect as you are.
I feel their aching in the night air
their souls shaking in the tropical trees.
I remember their presence here
and bear them closer as time goes by…
my years stealing to inevitable death.
–Eileen Kennedy
Peace and Tranquility
The stars now die in the morning sky
And lose their glimmer one by one
The mountain peaks at down
The morning light turns back the night
The showers beauty on this tropic place
–William Brown
Eileen P. Kennedy Author 