William Blake – Songs of Innocence (Introduction).

Piping down the valleys wild Piping songs of pleasant glee On a cloud I saw a child. And he laughing said to me.  Pipe a song about a Lamb; So I piped with merry chear, Piper pipe that song again— So I piped, he wept to hear. Drop thy pipe thy happy pipe Sing thy songs of happy chear, So I sung the…

“There’s Much To Be Said For Challenging Fate…” – Diana Trilling.

“There’s much to be said for challenging fate instead of ducking behind it.” – Diana Trilling. “Challenge and adversity, Roy T. Bennett said, “are meant to help you know who you are. Storms hit your weakness, but unlock your true strength. Challenges are what fate throws everyone’s way.Those who want to unlock their true strength…

George Eliot- It Is Never Too Late To Be What You Might Have Been.

You really worked hard for it, but you didn’t get it, you gave it your all, you cried and toiled, but it wasn’t meant to be, well, yesterday is gone, today is born, and with it, opportunities have dawned, what you really need to be what you should have been, are a determined spirit, belief…

When You Were Solomon

Every morning, Solomon leaves his bedHe takes his breakfast then he owns the day He lets his imagination lead himThrough the fields, mountains and the street; There’s no end to what he tries,He seeks wings to join the birds in the sky; “Oh, let me send my kite!”“Tell them to give me a share of…

Why Is Joy Important In Life?

Build joy into your journey, the storm passes swiftly Over a heart that joy lives in; is trouble the sickness, joy is the healing, don’t join the multitude who are waiting and working for joy that is everywhere. Real joy is not in a distant goal, joy is the fire that keeps our intelligence aglow,…

Nic Askew – We are fragile. You and me.

I saw the poem below in my inbox today. It was from Tim Ferriss. Are we really fragile? Let me know your thoughts. It’s by Nic Askew; We are fragile. You and me. Though we act strong, our lives are held together with thoughts of where we might be tomorrow. And of disappointed yesterdays. At…

“Ozymandias” By Percy Bysshe Shelley.

I met a traveler from an antique land Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone Stand in the desert . . . Near them, on the sand, Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read Which yet…

At the Fair By Edith Sitwell

Green wooden leaves clap light away, Severely practical, as they Shelter the children candy-pale, The chestnut-candles flicker, fail . . . The showman’s face is cubed clear as The shapes reflected in a glass Of water—(glog, glut, a ghost’s speech Fumbling for space from each to each). The fusty showman fumbles, must Fit in a…

Secrets By Lola Ridge.

Secrets infesting my half- sleep… did you enter my wound from another wound brushing mine in a crowd… or did I snare you on my sharper edges as a bird flying through cobwebbed trees at sun-up carries off spiders on its wings? Secrets, running over my soul without sound, only when dawn comes tip-toeing ushered…

Fragment: Questions By Percy Bysshe Shelley,

Is it that in some brighter sphere We part from friends we meet with here? Or do we see the Future pass Over the Present’s dusky glass? Or what is that that makes us seem To patch up fragments of a dream, Part of which comes true, and part Beats and trembles in the heart?

Mistake By Heather Christle:

For years I have seen dead animals on the highway and grieved for them only to realize they are not dead animals they are t shirts or bits of blown tire and I have found myself with this excess of grief I have made with no object to let it spill over and I have…

Who’s Bad? What’s Life?

Who’s bad, we all are, where you are good, I could be bad, expect more from me and get disappointed, we are so unpredictable, damn so complicated, bent on dying for the temporary in the seen thereby missing happiness, always wanting, so bad aod so sad, what’s life? Life is about enjoying every moment you…