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"Sometimes I remember,
I am one of everybody."
From "Everybody" by Marie Sheppard Williams
https://www.americanlifeinpoetry.org/columns/detail/243 (which is also a poem about the encounters we have at transit stops)
#poetry #poem #poems #PoemADay #TodaysPoem #community #MarieSheppardWilliams #transit
Living on the edge of oblivion
Marginal Man exists
Content in his fringe obscurity
yet the feeling persists
He could be a player
if he ever chose to make a play
and conquered the fearful uncertainty
that his life choices
may not always go his way
All these consequences unforeseen
Impediments lurking in the darkness
fueling current sputtering hesitations
While the Earth spins relentlessly
Rampaging through the galaxy
Time is the true enemy
Tossing aside those
who will not commit
to the natural force of gravity
Marginal Man
you best get
with the frickin program
Make a damn action #plan
Dig in and take a firm stand
and for once get committed
before you and your paralysis
permanently plummet
your future happiness
into the abyss of indecision
where so many of us fools
have taken up residence
lamenting our "could have beens"
Misty with the pretty smile
and attached perfect body
is now second in command
under the big boss man
Her fast track #promotion
is causing quite a commotion
from those consumed by envy
casting shade on her qualifications
What they fail to see
are the intangibles she brings
under the table
Sonnet 128 - CXXVIII
How oft when thou, my music, music play'st,
Upon that blessed wood whose motion sounds
With thy sweet fingers when thou gently sway'st
The wiry concord that mine ear confounds,
Do I envy those jacks that nimble leap,
To kiss the tender inward of thy hand,
Whilst my poor lips which should that harvest reap,
At the wood's boldness by thee blushing stand!
To be so tickled, they would change their state
And situation with those dancing chips,
O'er whom thy fingers walk with gentle gait,
Making dead wood more bless'd than living lips.
Since saucy jacks so happy are in this,
Give them thy fingers, me thy lips to kiss.
bot by @davidaugust
There was this king sitted in his garden all alane
When his brother in his ear poured a little bit o’ henbane,
Stole his brother’s crown and his money and his widow;
But the dead king walked and got his son and said, “Hey listen, kiddo…”
—Adam McNaughtan, “Oor Hamlet”: a tragedy in 3 minutes
Adam McNaughtan sings “Oor Hamlet”:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nPclD-m64Tg
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #song #drama #tragedy #Hamlet #humour #Shakespeare #ShakespeareDay
For William Shakespeare’s (probable) birthday:
“This single poem gets, via the heart of all theatre, to the heart of the communal in all the arts, and to the heart of form, the heart of voice and silence and to the heart of a kind of life that will never actually stop.”
—Ali Smith, on “Instructions to an Actor”, by Edwin Morgan
A recording of Ian McKellen reading ‘Instructions to an Actor’ in July 1979:
https://www.tumblr.com/catullus101/653524303372042242/ian-mckellen-reads-edwin-morgans-poem
#Scottish #literature #poem #poetry #Shakespeare #acting #drama
When we
can't talk
it out
we fight it out
This is how
we operate
Break out the high tech
death dispensers
War machine
can be expensive
so
it's always
gearing up
for another
round of
destruction
now done
with great
precision
so our crusades
are now
cost effective
When the stars
began to pixalate
the serious realization hit
that we were all trapped
within a glitch
of the space/time continuum
Somehow our Universe ripped
and unless we can quickly repair
this torn celestial fabric
outside dimensional elements
are going to begin seeping in
Some dangerous shit
Anyone got a sewing kit?
Infinitely-Looping Stair
Phoebus builds bridges nobody can cross
from turtle shells and feathers of quaint lies
plucked from honest wings of the albatross
because he wants to send sly language spies
to foreign
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/infinitely-looping-stair.html
#NationalPoetryMonth #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
Infinitely-Looping Stair © Surazeus 2025 04 22 Phoebus…
surazeus.blogspot.com© KOJI ARAKI Art Works
Daily life and every small thing is the gate to the universe
:)
#Adobe #Fresco #AdobeFresco #poem #original
#koji #araki #art #works #KojiArakiArtWorks
#kojiarakiartworks.com
Sapphire Of Weird Truth
When the stone angel rises from the sea
with eyes of rain and wings of shifting sand,
I follow her over threshold of time
through maze of streets in every town on Earth
to sprinkle drops of
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/sapphire-of-weird-truth.html
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Sapphire Of Weird Truth © Surazeus 2025 04 22 When…
surazeus.blogspot.comHoly Trees Of Faith
The striped lizard of arrogance, that crawls
mewing across the eyeball of the sky,
counts all the people wandering alone
amid the ruins of their fantasies
who sing the anguish of their broken
https://surazeus.blogspot.com/2025/04/holy-trees-of-faith.html
#NationalPoetryMonth #Poetry #Poem #Pastoral #Necropastoral #MetaModernism #Transrealism #NewSublimity #NewRomanticism #AmericanDream #Cinemism #Existentialism #Surrealism #NegativeCapability #NewGnosticism #MetaRealism #NewTranscendentalism #Astarism
Holy Trees Of Faith © Surazeus 2025 04 22 The striped…
surazeus.blogspot.comOh, the Humanity
Just what is humanity?
Not so much those noble qualities
we aspire to, mythologize,
like kindness,
Heroes that inspire,
a sacred trust to provide for
those in need.
No, it seems we get lost, caught
up in fantasized desires
we gladly forsake [foreswear?]
our fairer angels to acquire
In the 21st Century
the key to happiness
is to disconnect
all sense of embarrassment
from your conciousness
Once you achieve
perfect reality detachment
this encasement of obliviousness
will shield your zombie ass
from any fact checking distractions
Perfect for dead eyed cultists
blue stained glass spring sky
walking on dry hallowed ground
I pray for some rain
*We are under a drought with no end in sight....
#dailyhaikuprompt - spring sky
#MastoPrompt - #hollowed
Panel 1:
https://fineartamerica.com/featured/tulips-and-lace-floral-art-panel-1-sharon-cummings.html
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You are not as messed up
as you think you be
when your personal issues
are stink test measured
against the vast spectrum
of public insanity
we all reside in currently
Divinity can be found
in a spider
patiently
spinning it's silky web
Hell can be found
in a fly's
desperate
death struggle
to escape
this same pious cathedral
Perspective
is in the eyes
of the beholder
Truth custom fit
to the perceptions
we wear
Even when
they hurt
dear small daughter for a long time I did not write
what had already become past-tense was past-tense
and I am sorry I was not able to hold it as one might
in a dream hold a stream of water and sing it to sleep…
—Sheila Black, “Climate (7) (Past Tense)”
published in BREAK IN CASE OF SILENCE: New Writing Scotland 39 (ASL, 2021)