He that is not gallant at twenty, strong at thirty, rich at forty, or experienced at fifty, will never be gallant, strong, rich, or prudent. Spanish

1 1 1 1 selecthistorical00hintuoft_0101 2

 

A month ago the world grew grey fer me;

A month ago the light went out fer Rose.

To ‘er they broke it gentle as might be;

But fer ‘is pal ‘twus one uv them swift blows

That stops the ‘eart-beat; fer to me it came

Jist, “Killed in Action,” an’ beneath ‘is name.

“A GALLANT GENTLEMAN”

C.J. DENNIS

http://www.middlemiss.org/lit/authors/denniscj/gmick/gallant.html

Come, Come, Whoever you Are Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. RUMI

It doesn’t matter.

Ours is not a caravan of despair.

Come, even if you have broken your vow  a thousand times

Come, yet again, come, come

http://healing-hearts-blog.com/category/mawlana-jalaluddin-rumi/

1 1 1 1 lescostumespopul00osma_0048

Orhan Veli Kanik

I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed:
First, a light wind blowing
A soft wind swaying
The leaves in the trees,
And far off in the distance
The tinkling cups of the water-seller;
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed.
I listen to Istanbul, my eyes closed:

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/poems/i-listen-to-istanbul-orhan-veli-kanik-poems/

Once a naked troglodyte, On a bitter Winter’s night, Sat and shivered in his cave the whole night through!

The Boon of Discontent by C J Dennis

1 1 1 1 lapeintureau19i00bnuoft_0173

“We cultivate love when we allow our most vulnerable and powerful selves to be deeply seen and known, and when we honour the spiritual connection that grows from that offering with trust, respect, kindness and affection.

Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed and rare.” 

― Brené Brown, The Gifts of Imperfection: Let Go of Who You Think You’re Supposed to Be and Embrace Who You Are

“We don’t see many fat men walking on stilts.” Bud Miller

http://www.pathfinderscareerdesign.com/quotes/quotes.html

1 1 1 1 sportsetjeuxdadr00alle_0057 2

SPHINX ON STILTS

When I was twenty-one, I wrote in
‘The Problem of Evil’ of how the partisans
always rather feared an odd
irrelevance of farce – and that today
a thin dog like a sphinx on stilts
would follow them forever aimlessly.
Jennifer Maiden

It is only possible to live happily ever after on a day to day basis. Margaret Bonnano 1950

1 1 1 1 pastels00bour_0074

 

I am chaotic

I am still the same

I make sandstone structures shake and quiver at the mention of my name

I am enigmatic

Heartfelt, vengeful and a little dramatic

I am forever studied, questions can’t be answered from where or whence I came.

A spoken word of feeling is a moment of trust to those hearing.

http://www.coolnsmart.com/trust_quotes/

1 1 1 1 anthologiedartfr00saun_0097

Child, you are wise in your simple trust,
For the wisest man knows no more than you

Over The Range

by Banjo Paterson (1864-1941)

http://alldownunder.com/australian-authors/banjo-paterson/over-the-range.htm

 

 

A floodlight, a strobe light a light in the window a search light, a flashlight a lighthouse shining in the darkness. Raymond A. Foss

 

http://www.inspirationalstories.com/poems/a-floodlight-a-strobe-light-raymond-a-foss-poem/

1 1 1 1 anthologiedartfr00saun_0223

Give Me Little Sugar With My Beer Sylvie

Give me little sugar with my beer Sylvie
give me little sugar with my beer
it’s a bitter taste but I’ll drink a case
if you give me little sugar with my beer.

Huddie met two girls dancing
they both were fine high browns
they asked him where he came from
he said Chicago town.

Those two girls started jiving him
he was only fourteen years old
daddy won’t you take us way up town
and buy us some beer that’s cold?

Huddie ordered up two glasses
then he ordered up one more
he filled his mouth and swallowed down
then he spat it on the floor.

Oh daddy you from Chicago
but you can’t hold your beer.
Huddie said no I can’t drink it straight
unless you bring me little sugar over here.
Give me little sugar with my beer Sylvie
give me little sugar with my beer
it’s a bitter taste but I’ll drink a case
if you give me little sugar with my beer.

Joe Dolce, Quadrant (July-August 2012)

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/10/18/the-seven-lighthouse-moments-of-joe-dolce/

Kāore te kumara e kōrero mō tōna ake reka

The kumara (sweet potato) does not say how sweet he is

This proverbs accentuates the the value of humbleness.

http://www.maori.cl/Proverbs.htm

1 1 1 1 lapeintureenorie00tres_00352

Lisa Jacobson

Longevity

There are ghosts of me here,
and a trace of the old circle
in the grass my father mowed
so we girls could ride our horses
in the park. We reach the metal
gate that leads up to the paddock
and beyond, the house where I
lived when young.

‘I often pause my walking
here to take a rest,’ you say.
‘This road, this house.’
I called out once, at this very gate
to a God I wasn’t sure was there.
And thirty years later here you are:
the odd longevity of prayer.

 

The dust of controversy is merely the falsehood flying off.

— Thomas Carlyle 1795-1881, Scottish Philosopher, Author

1 1 1 1 Z vaudevillebookby00caffuoft_0117

The ultimate measure of man is not where he stands in moments of comfort and convenience, but where he stands at times of challenge and controversy.

– Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

 

 

Don’t die like a octopus, die like a hammerhead shark

Octopus are renown for their lack of resistance when being captured, however a hammerhead shark will fight bitterly to the end, to the point that when you fillet it fresh, its meat quivers. Commonly used to encourage someone not to give up, no matter how hard the struggle is.

http://www.maori.cl/Proverbs.htm

1 1 1 1 maoriloretraditi00izetuoft_0373

From Pig Island Letters

When I was only semen in a gland
Or less than that, my father hung
From a torture post at Mud Farm
Because he would not kill. The guards
Fried sausages, and as the snow came darkly
I feared a death by cold in the cold groin
And plotted revolution. His black and swollen thumbs
Explained the brotherhood of man,

But he is old now in his apple garden
And we have seen our strong Antaeus die
In the glass castle of the bureaucracies
Robbing our bread of salt. Shall Marx and Christ
Share beds this side of Jordan? I set now
Unwillingly these words down:

Political action in its source is pure,
Human, direct, but in its civil function
Becomes the jail it laboured to destroy.

James K. Baxter, Collected Poems (OUP 1979)

http://www.australianpoetry.org/2012/11/26/the-sacred-politics-of-james-k-baxter/

Proverbs 10:8 ESV : The wise of heart will receive commandments, but a babbling fool will come to ruin.

1 1 1 1 keytobirdsofaust00hal_0072

 

Language is an echo of our need to communicate, which is why it exists. I’ve never been interested in going totally beyond meaning, because there’s no point in writing. That’s not what poems are about, you might as well publish a leaf or a rock. But I am interested in the tensions you get when you go beyond conventionally expected meaning and come back again.   JOHN TRANTER. 

The best way to catch a bird is not by scaring it away. African

 

1 1 1 1 keytobirdsofaust00hal_0170

Song for a Singer

When you go underground with all your airs,
Your kindly lies and your ridiculous prayers,
You shall not ever fear to face again
The strong man’s rage, the woman wild with pain
Nor song nor sigh will beat upon your brain.

The world will mourn you neither less nor more
Than all the pawns who played the game before;
The lover-lad will kiss his love anew
The water-birds will have their dance to do,
And the rude Spring will gallop over you.

The men who make will match the men who mar,
The eye unsatisfied will seek a star;
Your visitor the worm will speak you fair,
The bride will tremble and the child will stare,
And the red Summer will ride everywhere. 

John Shaw Neilson

 

 

The Dresser Removes the Kimono of Mourning.

http://www.australianpoetry.org/event/vic-the-dresser-removes-the-kimono-of-mourning/

1 1 1 1 afj6622

Jewish Blessing of the Mourners 
Those who are worn out and crushed by this mourning, let your hearts consider this:
this is the path that has existed from the time of creation and will exist forever.
Many have drunk from it and many will yet drink.
As was the first meal, so shall be the last.
May the master of comfort comfort you.
Blessed are those who comforts the mourners.

http://www.shiva.com/learning-center/resources/poems-of-comfort/

“To me, the thing that is worse than death is betrayal. You see, I could conceive death, but I could not conceive betrayal.” ― Malcolm X

1 1 1 1 famousactresseso00st_0161

Elegant Violence

Aufie Zophy

After five days of gloom 
and dark monsoon, 
sparks of colour in the sunrise
betray an enticing pause in the season

Strong winds still stand 
and sweep up white chunks of water
that jump out of the sea
in violent bouts of elegance

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/y-elegant-violence/

“There were rules among friends, commandments, really, and the most important one was Thou Shalt Not Lust After Thy Friend’s Sister.”

Julia Quinn, The Duke and I

1 1 1 1 famousactresseso00str_0073

SHIT POEM

by JAS H. DUKE

I’m in the shit business 
I work for the sewerage department 
I analyse experiments 
I draw graphs and flow charts 
and conclusions 
today I was sitting at my desk 
trying to explain 
the dissolved air flotation process 
where streams of little bubbles are released 
into a tank full of sewerage 
to float the suspended solids up to the surface 
to be skimmed off 
but what I was really thinking about 
was lunchtime 

http://www.takver.com/history/925/925_sum.htm

We trawl the sunken city, cast webs to catch what’s left

Dream merchants

http://redroomcompany.org/poem/tamryn-bennett/dream-merchants/

1 1 1 1 famousactresseso00str_0385

 

SHAKESPEARE MERCHANT OF VENICE

O hell! what have we here?
A carrion Death, within whose empty eye
There is a written scroll! I’ll read the writing.
All that glitters is not gold;
Often have you heard that told:
Many a man his life hath sold
But my outside to behold:
Gilded tombs do worms enfold.
Had you been as wise as bold,
Young in limbs, in judgment old,
Your answer had not been inscroll’d:
Fare you well; your suit is cold.

You can be a king or a street-sweeper, but everybody dances with the grim reaper.

 

1 1 1 1 pablodesegoviasp00quevuoft2_0089

by Aditya Talwar, Salesian College – Australia

I watched as the Grim Reaper slowly walked towards me, yes the Grim Reaper. I was standing on a railway track thinking what to do about my dilemma. I could lie down flat on the track and wait for the next train to run over me or I could slowly wait for the Grim Reaper to come and slowly tear and rip my guts out while I watched in horror.

A bear teaches us that if the heart is true, it doesn’t matter much if an ear drops off. Exley, Helen

http://www.teddybeardirectory.ca/TeddyBearQuotes-TeddyBearDirectory.htm

1 1 1 1 wildlifeofworldd01lydeuoft_0583

KING POETRY. 

The hunter was quite happy, with trophy number one,
And he stood atop the bear cub with his bloody huge bear gun;
Then something tapped his shoulder, and he felt his rising hair,
He spun around and looked up at a bloody huge brown bear.

http://kingpoetry.com/hunting.htm

 

 

This story’s right, the story’s true I would not tell lies to you Like the promises they did not keep

ARCHIE ROACH

http://ozpoemaday.wordpress.com/category/aboriginal/

1 1 1 1 keepsakepictureb00londiala_0066

 

“One final paragraph of advice: do not burn yourselves out. Be as I am – a reluctant enthusiast….a part-time crusader, a half-hearted fanatic. Save the other half of yourselves and your lives for pleasure and adventure. It is not enough to fight for the land; it is even more important to enjoy it. While you can. While it’s still here. So get out there and hunt and fish and mess around with your friends, ramble out yonder and explore the forests, climb the mountains, bag the peaks, run the rivers, breathe deep of that yet sweet and lucid air, sit quietly for a while and contemplate the precious stillness, the lovely, mysterious, and awesome space. Enjoy yourselves, keep your brain in your head and your head firmly attached to the body, the body active and alive, and I promise you this much; I promise you this one sweet victory over our enemies, over those desk-bound men and women with their hearts in a safe deposit box, and their eyes hypnotized by desk calculators. I promise you this; You will outlive the bastards.” 

― Edward Abbey