Poetry Ptuesdy: The Crazy Woman by Gwendolyn Brooks

I shall not sing a May song. A May song should be gay. I’ll wait until November And sing a song of gray. I’ll wait until November. That is the time for me. I’ll go out in the frosty dark

Poetry Ptuesday: Heart of Silk by Federico Garcia Lorca

My heart of silk is filled with lights, with lost bells, with lilies and bees. I will go very far, farther than those hills, farther than the seas, close to the stars, To beg Christ the Lord to give back

Poetry Ptuesday: Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson

Resurrecting Poetry Ptuesday because I came across this poem and loved it.

Poetry Ptuesday: Late October by Maya Angelou

Carefully the leaves of autumn sprinkle down the tinny sound of little dyings and skies sated of ruddy sunsets or roseate dawns roil ceaselessly in cobweb greys and turn to black for comfort.   Only lovers see the fall a

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Well, it happened, with my talented and wonderful friend Christina on board, I fell off updating this blog myself. I’ve missed many Poetry Ptuesdays and I’m backlogged on Spending Breakdown by TWO months! I haven’t completely finished my bench, and

Poetry Ptuesday: All Those Gold Leaves by Anis Mojgani

[Whoa! I missed TWO Poetry Ptuesday. Guys, my bad! Here’s a fun one though.] * All Those Gold Leaves by Anis Mojgani My piano coat unbuttoned and all my pianos fell into the leaves. I was picking up pianos for

Poetry Ptuesday: Becoming American by Vern Rutsala

The Yankees needed ditch diggers, sandhogs, fodder for the wild hunger of their mills and sent out invitations with no RSVPs. My people came then, dimly knowing they had to cut away the baggage of the selves they brought with

Poetry Ptuesday: The Meaning of Life by Nancy Fitzgerald

[This week’s poem arrives later than usual, my apologies. Tomorrow would have been Amanda’s 35th birthday. It is the third one after she killed herself. I always wonder about that. Did she think of how many more birthdays she would

Poetry Ptuesday: The Journey by Mary Oliver

On day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice– though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. “Mend my

Poetry Ptuesday: Desiderata by Max Ehrmann

[Desiderata: something considered necessary or highly desirable.] ***** Go placidly amid the noise and haste, and remember what peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth

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