April 2011
51 posts
Spoken Words.: What love is to kids... →
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By Rowland Croucher and others ⋅ February 25, 2008 http://jmm.aaa.net.au/articles/20899.htm
“When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn’t bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That’s love.”…
Listen to the mustn’ts, child.
Listen to the don’ts.
Listen to the...
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it...
– Sonnet 75 - Edmund Spenser
I don’t think there’s anything on this planet that more trumpets...
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inside the evening sky by devorah major
i don’t know the name of the blues that shadow our path one is sweet and light, a cool meringue another sharp, but still a third thick, pressing down upon the rest
cobalt they would say of the uppermost- a blue that hums deeply a harmony of firmament refusing clouds denying stars shining inside the cosmos a forever blue where life dies and is reborn an eternal blue that...
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Now as you awaken by Mahmoud Darwish
Now, as you awaken…
Now, as you awaken, remember the swan’s last dance. Did you dance with young angels while you were dreaming? Did the butterfly light you up when it burned with the eternal light of the rose? Did the phoenix appear clearly before you and call you by your name? Did you see the morning dawn from the fingers of the one you love? Did you touch the...
i carry your heart with me by e e cummings
i carry your heart with me (i...
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Optimism/Pessimism
Their happiness
warms my heart makes me sad
Their love
warms my soul makes me lonely
Their engagement
give me hope leaves me wondering
that you are just how much longer
searching ...
I took your heart home Watched it dry up Then die.
I took your heart home And put it in a box Under the ground.
I took your heart home Because you gave it To me.
All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses...
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Desolation of a Mailman
Everything is cold here.
The snow, the buildings, the hospital room where my brother lies
blue clad nurses shuffling in and out
mimicking a cheerful sky,
the hauntingly white plastered walls revealing the truth.
Damn cancer eating away at him.
I once worked backstage in Vegas at all the new shows,
life was bright and good
until I got that awful phone call.
It’s back, you...
crazedhumor asked: AAAAAHHHHHH! GIRL I DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A TUMBLR. <3
Just to let you know, mine is filled with nerdiness and tv shows. cute things from movies and quotes here and there...
anyway, LOVE YOU. <3
Just to let you know, mine is filled with nerdiness and tv shows. cute things from movies and quotes here and there...
anyway, LOVE YOU. <3
when it’s over, i want to say: all my life
i was a bride married to amazement....
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-time is a tree (this life one leaf)
but love is the sky and i am for you
just...
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The Journey by Mary Oliver
One day you finally knew
what you had to do, and...
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The Stolen Branch by Pablo Neruda
In the night we shall go in
to steal
a...
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Short and Full of Space
Maybe I should make
Everything
Short and full
Of dashes—
And breaks
And caesurae
So that everyone
Will
Take a quick breath
And
Read
Everything they see
And give unnecessary
Significance
To silly structure—
.
If our love
will move mountains
can it also
stop time
so we can lay
with each other
without reason
or rhyme
so we can talk
and make love
...
Kindness by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things, feel the future dissolve in a moment …like salt in a weakened broth. What you held in your hand, what you counted and carefully saved, all this must go so you know how desolate the landscape can be between the regions of kindness. How you ride and ride thinking the bus will never stop, the passengers eating maize and chicken will...
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Heartbreak
Your breath still lingers
on the back of my hand
from the kiss you left there.
It’s as if you were just here,
saying goodbye.
I sit with my mother
waiting
for your return.
The television a din in the background
while my cat stretches in the other room.
The pages of the paper get flipped
slowly,
my mom reading some story
enjoying her moment.
Getting up off the couch,
I put...
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The most painful thing isn’t to be alone, but to be forgotten by someone...
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Remembering by Rilke
aperfectcommotion:
And you wait. You wait for the one thing that will change your life, make it more than it is— something wonderful, exceptional, stones awakening, depths opening to you. In the dusky bookstalls old books glimmer gold and brown. You think of lands you journeyed through, of paintings and a dress once worn by a woman you never found again. And suddenly you know: that was enough....