Quotes about heady, page 12
Spring Delirium
Gold days give way to sudden rain,
But what, I ask, of that?
For I am my own man again,
And gloom comes sprawling flat.
Let grouchers grieve and nurse the hump
Because bleak winds still shout;
But I don't care a tupp'ny dump;
From zero - whoop! - my spirits jump:
The daffodils are out.
Hail bloom of golden promise! Hail!
These trumpets sing of hope.
To mock grim Winter's weakening flail
And shame the misanthrope.
All hail! And hail again, for luck.
Hence, cold and clammy doubt!
Come, Spring! Come, honey-bee and suck;
Into this heady nector tuck!
The daffodils are out!
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Rubaiyat of Selfless Awareness
Awake, asleep, two share eternal light
aware night leads through day, day leads to night,
you close your eyes, I dream, each close to each
to teach, outreach, with inner oversight.
You dream my theme, thoughts teem as teem to show
new meanings as shared gleanings peaceful flow,
what heartfelt revelation might appear
to others seems completion few may know.
Where ever and whatever there we share
etch stretch fair prayer that starts and ends 'I care'
for chance defeats all distance and, askance,
can glean no force, on course our auras pair.
Around, about, and in and out two twine
eternity which seeds itself, I'm thine,
thou mine to mine discoveries today
tomorrow and forever - heady wine.
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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Is the Exile a traditional unsimplified Chinese Pictogram hanging on an unrolled-up Bamboo Scroll on the Wall
first
left downstroke
start from the top
plane out
let the long anchor tip roof-line curve sharply upwards
at the stern down-end
pile it in stuffed in the centre
leave the bottom open
that's where the studded boot rightly fits
Over billowing transmuted waters
the haze lifts
now and then
winds amber green waft and skim
with the late light caught shimmering
no albatross circles the mast
guilt is pure guilt without wanton arrows
there are no signs of land
but the proffered hand
the Wanderer knows no words of his own
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poem by T. Wignesan
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The Network
All the watchers gather, eyes alight with lucid reflections
their pulse pounds together, their fingers fly as one
thousands and thousands, awaiting the latest and greatest
zoning out and staring in, they pretend they are alive
This story has the makings of an epic ghost, a festival-maker
or the ruined guts of terrorism if the watchers think in anger
'Who would take away my little place of peace in the pie
that person, the blinking blue terrorist, deserves to die.'
So many origins are among the free thinking eyes and ears
untarnished by the hum or buzz that makes slaves and saviors
they don’t know the true power of media or martial prowess
But throw themselves unthinking at the fray with hope as a shield
Smiling grains of pixilated magic, among the wordy corridors
that transform a man’s desperate hope into campaigns of horrors
they think that because they have the viral green thought
they should make what they will of the world with things bought
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Mist Upon the Placid Morn
Bleed out your beauty, Autumn –
Give up a gentle wrist, and smear
Your bloody hues atop the green.
Cast a calming throw of heady peace
Upon the cooling land.
And as you grant the sun a final fling of warmth,
Charge the silent air
(Now lolling on a foliar deathbed)
With earthen whiff to intimate the fungal push.
Soon you’ll send a shiver down the watery spine of
Quivering ponds, punctual brooks, and
Listless lakes, to warn them of the freeze to come.
Behold! your mellow spirit
Hanging as a mist upon the placid morn –
A sight that draws a sneaking tear or two – forlorn
Observers are we all of colder climes to view!
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Early Morning Tea
You are growing convalescent
As pain's fingers are withdrawn;
And you waken in a strange, white room at last;
Yet your thought is aught but pleasant
In the cold, grey winter dawn,
As you realise a weakness not yet past.
Then a little sound comes creeping
From some distant inner shrine,
And you bid farewell to sleeping
At that trebly welcome sign.
'Tis the tink-clink-tinkle of a teacup,
From morbid thought imagination stirs;
And with sharp anticipation you await the glad libation
The draught of draughts the thristing tongue prefers.
And you listen for that soul-uplifting gurgle,
As from the precious pot you hear them pour
The golden brew you're craving . . . Then a weak, white hand is waving
To the white capped Sister smiling at the door.
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poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Song: A Dog's Life
The life of a dog is a dog's life.
It is pain. It is suffering and grief.
The life of a dog is a dog's life.
Full of fear and gnashing of teeth.
God/dog, dog/god.
Palindromes and dreams of nod.
God/dog, god/dog.
And all I hear leaves me agog.
So lift up a leg to the Hound of Heaven,
to the Great Dog Star in the sky.
Sit up and beg to be forgiven,
and let this sleeping dog lie.
God/dog, god/dog.
It's heady stuff, all cloud and fog.
God/dog, god/dog.
With feet of clay and mind in bog.
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India’s Jewel
India’s jewel of welcome the Taj Mahal
Drapes its curtains of love in the palace of dreams
Histories monument pleasured afore my eyes
Many seasons have changed my India since I last saw you
Everything is wonderfully the same
As I alight the packed train, the British made toot toot and
The rattle of the wheels moving on brings memories
Of always leaving somewhere...I arrive
The hustle and bustle of Calcutta stands before me
Majestic in its multitude of humanity
Wonderfully weaving the threads of teeming life
Where its wealth lies within the poor who are
Carving out a life of happiness with a smile
They are the real jewel of India
They beat out sorrow
Like the washer woman beating out the dirt of their lives
God I have learnt some wisdom here
The rise of living standards is creeping across the land
The middle class is booming the poor will slowly rise.
The waft of steaming rice and odours of a thousand spices
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poem by Ken e Hall
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Right Here Right Now
Today
There is no need for you to visit me
I can change light bulbs, tap washers and flat tyres.
Take out the garbage, mow the lawn and trim the edges
I can pay my own debts, sand and paint the house
Choose new clothes without a second opinion
Visit mum without calling for reinforcements
I can split firewood, put up a tent, read a map,
Bury a dead cat, argue with the telephone company
And open my own bottle of sparkling white wine
I don't need you
Today
There is no need for me to visit you.
You can keep up house, with spotless polished floors,
Bathrooms gleaming brightly, all is neat and tidy.
You grasp the supermarket trolley with unnatural joy,
Happily selecting the best in pantry and produce,
And can buy your own socks and unmentionables.
You can even throw the old ones out without getting upset,
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poem by Maggie Munro
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In the spirit of Rumi - 45 - The Lily
In the gardens of the world
as the world and seasons turn,
in a thousand thousand gardens,
in a million fields and valleys,
the lilies grow.
the lilies of the field – proud
yet modest in the grass, proud
that Jesus spoke of them;
lilies of the valley – proud
yet modest as their scent
sings and calls, amongst all
the heady scents of nature,
the scent so close
to the wild cyclamen
in the hillside grass;
the regal lily, sharing with the rose
the Caliph’s and the Sultan’s gardens,
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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