by Caren Krutsinger |
Running out of ideas?
That is impossible if you have a:
by arthur vaso |
heart, hope, humanity, imagery, love, sports,
The scorching sun descends
Upon withered lands with no rain
Some trees are old and brittle
When the olive branch is cut and proffered
Open arms and take a new path
Never be a destroyer
Of dreams and new ways
It is often offered only once
Never lose those golden chances
When a poet rides on donkey under palms
Heed the words and the psalms
Humanity is better with one heart
Than none at all
Note: Inspired by the Rio2016 Olympics, when the Lebanon’s team
refused to get on the same bus as the Israeli team. Sadly
a wasted opportunity, I am sure those athletes had more in
common than what divides.
by Red Fiery |
Hi, this is Donkey !
an animal with no complain
either you love me or disdain
I am sad
but not mad
as you think of me
and you dont want to be
called by my name
for you its a shame !
how cruel is your approach
yet you will encroach
upon my world
to carry the loads
of your dirty clothes
this is the irony
of my agony
that I am born like this
wish I could be a fish
of your pond
but alas ! I am just an animal
with an ugly sound !
as I am not strong
so you will prolong
the insult on my community
cant i live with dignity?????????????????????????????
this is not a donkey's perpective but i relate myself with this animal too...sorry again!
by DON JOHNSON |
Write me a Lightfoot Poem
Don Quixote spiked the windmill,
Sancho Panza surely frowned,
Just then the wind began to billow,
Blades dehorsed him, slapped Quixote down,
Back upon his faithful mount,
With Sancho getting up to speed,
for the love of Dulcinea
Will she marry him indeed.
Riding on his mule is Sancho Panza,
Squire of the Don is he,
Like the Aussie soldier Digger,
Rode behind a pommy General, see,
Depriving him of dignity…
(Don Quixote…Gordon Lightfoot)
WW1 soldier rode his donkey, the Digger was also wearing a monocole like the officer, right behind a visiting mounted English General, who was not amused….
by Ovidiu Bocsa |
analogy, books, culture, freedom, light, love, night,
Starved, the wild donkey of each night
Still carries so incredible much light,
On his back, in old tattered sacks,
With sweat dreams of hay stacks;
Sometimes, they hard tempt him to stop
But, never had he turned his head to crop.
Many wonder how he can resist a day.
But, in a hurry he goes on his way
Making a path to the old mountain:
His eyes, like a summer-dried fountain,
Rest in the shadow, while on his back
The light is still flowing from the sack.
by chipepo lwele |
Red Sea,Mediterranen Sea
Pembrokeshire coast park
Lochinvar hot springs
PS;the reminder of the natural world around us.
the poem about animals, plants,rivers,lakes
,mountains,seas ,waterfalls and hot spring.
by Arturo Michael |
inspirational, jesus, love,
Who’s on the Cross
And why did he die
Who's that Man who caste out demons
Brought Lazarus alive
What name did you say
I’m a little deaf today
Who rode a donkey
Palm Sunday in Jerusalem
And was greeted as the King
By the people of Israel
Who did you say
Say it louder I can't hear
Who's the son of God
Born in Bethlehem
To whom the Virgin Mary
Angel Gabriel was sent
What did you say
Is JESUS here today...
by Jeremy Street |
angel, art, autumn, love,
....My *itch ?
Now, whether you believe
It or not ? Your *** is mine how ironic
Peter piper this ancient viper: playing it's hand
Spinning numbers in a foreign land ? Iconic super phonic
Hypnotized mesmerized robotic time on a mission from prince pillar
Their cyber space thriller blowing out these candles is everybody, here ?
Rent the tent her species his flee shes kong's balls inside love's stall a donkey.
by JEAN MURRAY |
appreciation, childhood, missing you,
Finding a cassette tape from 1962,
Gave me the idea of rerecording it for you.
Hearing our melodic childhood voices soar,
I wept as magical memories came to the fore.
Just sharing with you makes me love you more.
by Atef Ayadi |
art, love, passion, philosophy,
If I am a donkey.
I think I am
When I am
Drunk and dull.
I eat the slow motion thoughts
And make my drink
Out of my fast imagination.
by Solomon Ochwo-Oburu |
husband, true love,
Accepts wife as she is even when not a beautiful flower
Bold in character, strong in body and will
Compromising and the altar of forgiving
Dreams with you same beautiful dreams
Enjoys humor; he may be a cinema hall of amusement
Firm, just and a good smartphone
Gentle in handling thorns of life
Hard working for family progress; he is a joyful donkey
Intelligent, mentally alert and a Solomon for the home
Joyful giver and a Good Samaritan
Keen for paradise and holds wife along the journey
Little or no alcohol lover- not a man of the bottle
by Neelam Sangwai |
A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing.
Ornament adored corpse, life doesn't bring.
A donkey bathed with holy water wise it will not be
Decorated abandoned house happy it will not be
Patted food over stomach will not satisfy hunger
Wax statues, body replica, not the power of thinker
Fresh water added vodka a potion for drowsing
A work not done by heart is equal to scarlet thing
by jan hansen |
boat, body, boy, brother,
The beast of burden
And the donkey said to itself, a man came to the fence today gave
me a slice of bread looked me in the eye as to see if I had an inner life
What did he expect to find a scientist? For heaven`s sake
I`m a donkey who has been conditioned to love humanity, and for
a slice of bread, I kiss his face with my smacking lips.
This makes this lonely man so happy that he scratches my ear
where I can never reach.
There is a small farm nearby the farmer has two donkeys and
a small blue tractor, sometimes he uses one of the beasts to
plough a few furrows he says it is because it saves on diesel,
I think he is a sentimental old fool.
by Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas |
I don't know why god created
dream why we run like wheel
behind fun donkey monkey have
a kid dog and ***** tangle when
they meet fish and butterflies
never meet hrose
Ride the giraffe print of leapord
lead the jungle why trees never
walk it is gross when I think
About your kiss because
I will cry for more
With love all
by Sristrikarta Vaibahv vilas |
Indian food served to
Dogs they are smart
Like Indian state governments
Bark at night to disturb like
**** eat cowdunk like face
On mcd people
Make there population
More than a each second born
Street dogs like Indian **** feint
When will be india improve
We wait like donkey
Because we believe in monkey
With love all
by Samantha Farley |
Pequa, my love, the only comfort I have
a tiny plush donkey i take everywhere
at school he is found
at home, taken away
i haven't seen him since
by renee bobbitt |
girlfriend-boyfriend, lost love, me,
his house has 3 extra bedrooms
the queen's parlor would be for me
just for the smell of it
he'd lick my pedals
run the fire sprinkler
in the hall
just for the hell of it
he would ride his white stallion by day
my donkey by night
three cars we'd have
one for the kids to borrow
we'd spend summers
on his boat
with 3 engines
he'd be perfect
to help me untwist
the part he forgot to mention
of everything he swore he had
by Charles Coon |
encouraging, love, meaningful, spiritual,
there is a Sameness
in the many colorful
expressions of Grace..
within and as Grace come
the man on the donkey
the sounds of shouting
the voices of caution
and the quiet stones..
Grace as your Wholeness
by Daniel Sweatt |
christian, creation, god, jesus, life, love, spiritual,
Jesus Christ is our risen
Everyone sees a vision
Sin has been defeated
Unity for all God’s united
Songs of love, Jesus is risen
Christ is our salvation
Happy for this creation
Riding on a donkey
I love you Jesus for me
Saving our lost souls
Taking and teaching us to grow
by Eric Ashford |
Some have watched her rising from the ocean for years.
These amniotic visions return at the pull of the moon.
No clam shell boats for her.
After she wades from the waves
she and the shoreline disappear
only to arrive in a Chevy convertible or on a donkey.
She likes desert nights and all the dance moves
of the free roaming wind.
She delights to drive, ride, or fly through starlit streets.
When the moon begins to starve she returns to the sea
vowing everlasting love
for those who still dare to dream of rebirth.
by Christuraj Alex |
I journey through jungles of Mizo, Garo, and Naga adventuring although and as though fearing the worst. A crowed of cruel-looking men find me; catch hold of me; drag me just as they drag a horse or elephant or camel or a donkey for hard labor or a goat for slaughter; almost dump me into a place where their fraternity dance enjoying their day’s hunt though not a human head. A piece of meat given to me; they dance with me or rather I dance to their tunes. The tribes-head punches on my chest meaning: ‘are you fine?’ Men and women escort me to my safari and bid me farewell brim-filling with beautiful smiles.
babel boulders and builders boundless