Category Archives: poem

Five Wise Lines from “The Marriage of Heaven and Hell” [Plus Five Lines, More]

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No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.

william blake

The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.

William blake

Prisons are built with stones of Law, Brothels with bricks of Religion.

William Blake

The fox condemns the trap, not himself.

William Blake

Exuberance is Beauty.

William blake

Without Contraries is no Progression. Attraction and Repulsion, Reason and Energy, Love and Hate, are necessary to Human existence.

William Blake

If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.

William blake

The man who never alters his opinion is like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.

William Blake

I also asked Isaiah what made him go naked and barefoot three years. He answer’d: ‘The same that made our friend Diogenes, the Grecian.’

William Blake

The most sublime act is to set another before you.

William blake

NOTE: William Blake’s “The Marriage of Heaven in Hell” is available in many collections of his poetry, and is in the public domain and available via Project Gutenberg at: https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/45315

One Fish… Airport Fish? [Haiku]

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in the airport,
 i stop mid-stride, a fish
  has my attention.

Limerick of the German Baker

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There was a royal baker in Germany
 whose bread the king despised fervently.
The king issued a decree:
 Death, or bread passing light times three!
The baker twisted dough so three holes showed,
                  and bestowed it earnestly.

Ship on the Horizon [Sonnet]

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You see that one ship out on the horizon,
 and feel that unique tang of loneliness.
  There's far, far too much blank sea to thrive in,
   and all the makings for keen ghostliness.

That boat will soon be passing beyond sight,
 and maybe it will falter, maybe sink.
  The sea has created a million plights,
   and hazards there will honor no strict brinks.

In Shakespeare, ships are lost, often as not.
 See: "Tempest," "Merchant," "Pericles,” and so on. 
  Perhaps, you'll say that today isn't so fraught
   with maritime menace and sea demons.

Why more vexed than those who keep ships running?
 'Cause sailors will never, ever, see it coming.

Skyward [Tanka]

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i look skyward,
 and others stop to look.
  those who wonder
 why I'm looking up,
   might wonder why they weren't.

Black Sand Beach [Haiku]

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the black sand beach
 is no less pristine, but 
  the mind feels it is.

Frangipani [Haiku]

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frangipani bloom 
 on a barren branch;
  turn away, it falls.

Nobodaddy [Free Verse]

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The Nobodaddy rolls 
  like a sunglassed Santa Claus.

He watches things crash
  with bemused satisfaction --
   like a buzzed NASCAR fan.

And people cry out to him,
  and he gives a spiritless wave 
   of vague acknowledgement --
    like a celebrity tired of celebrity.

But the victims all die,
   and Nobodaddy calls it a day,
    a day of seeing life & death play out -
     not in any grand design -
      but puttering about as the living 
       bow to life,
        and the dead play out a demise.

Bridge Out [Free Verse]

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When I was a child,
      for a time,
 the bridge was out.

They were replacing the rusty
      iron trestle bridge
 with a thick-slab concrete 
  monstrosity.

I could go down to the river,
      and I could see the 
       scarred and marred
         construction site,
  & the big yellow machines
       that sat dormant on the weekends.

But one couldn't cross the river --
      not unless one was willing to get wet, 
       and was a better swimmer than I 
        (and it was autumn & the water cold.) 

It was a strong current that swept 
       along between two steep banks. 

It was not a great distance,
       nor were they violent waters.

But that brown water moved with 
       such smooth swiftness.

I dream about the time the bridge was out,
       now & again,
        and wonder what it was
         about those weeks
          that still has meaning to my mind.

Autumn Wildflowers [Haiku]

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as leaves fall, &
 weather cools, i'm warmed by
  autumn wildflowers.