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Tag: Poetry

  • Rumi Quotes and Poems

    This one makes me think of like the bodies’ organs, the intelligence of life itself which is below the pre-frontal cortex consciousness, but which has this ability to do, if you take it all the down to the quantum level, perhaps an infinite number of processes per second and seemingly without effort. This “without-effort” motif […]

  • Attempting an Explication of the Second Coming by W.B. Yeats

    Turning and turning in the widening gyre   The falcon cannot hear the falconer;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere   The ceremony of innocence is drowned;The best lack all conviction, while the worst   Are full of passionate intensity.Surely some revelation is at hand;Surely the Second Coming is […]

  • 2 New Iambic Poems

    This first one is in iambic tetrameter with the structure of an English Sonnet: I lost you to Arabian nights: The god Apollo’s basketball. You had that day Queen Isis eyes.. Unfolding reddened fall leaves song. It does mean something here in snow. The M&#257rga flames the Firebird’s beak. Somehow it made me let you […]

  • A New Poem: Go Through The Hills

    Go Through the Hills by Stephen Pickering You are my tree. because you have set me free. An orchard garden grows on land that once only snowed. I’m under a spell Only Ishtar can undo Down, down her Roman well I’m falling too. I am the bird. My life is the worm. I see her […]

  • Sonnet #4 in Iambic Tetrameter – “Memory’s Daughter”

    I am awake now to each wall. That is the wall, this need to speak. There’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small And secret castles across this creek. I want to walk on ancient clouds And fall with Isis from the sky. Plop, splashing down the Nile, These hands that swim know how to fly. From […]

  • Sonnet #3 in Iambic Tetrameter: A Sacred Dance

    Sonnet #3 in iambic tetrameter – “A Sacred Dance”   I bring you roses to your door. I make this offering in Spring. I now know who this dove is for, That rises through the Sun’s gold ring. There’s something deeper going on. I feel the pieces come apart. The mountain eagle soars at dawn. […]