Tag Archives: Poem

But – Read Between The Lines

“Life may change, but it may fly not;

Hope may vanish, but can die not;

Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;

Love repulsed – but it returneth!” Percy Bysshe Shelley


Call For Poetry Submissions

The Muse,  an International Journal of Poetry, is calling for submissions.


Read guidelines carefully and then submit if you want.

I have no affiliation with this journal.

Have a happy summer. 🙂

Love you. Take care. 🙂


Addicted To You

When you entered, I thought you helped me cope,

All the while it was an imaginary escape, a false hope.


Wanting you to a point of need,

My desires, my cravings, I had to feed.


My darling, my pleasure, my pain, why do some let you go after they find out what you can do?

But me, the poison you are, it seemed that I was stuck with you.


You took me high and then I became low,

And even then, I could not let you go.


Lessons from others I did not learn,

And where am I now, what did I earn?


I too am asleep; I am no longer here,

As for you, you have moved on–you are everywhere.


River Phoenix                                                          Chris Farley

John Belushi                                                            Whitney Houston

Chet Baker                                                                Janis Joplin

Jean – Michel Basquiat                                           Len Bias

Count Gottfried von Bismarck                              Patrick Bissell

Christopher Bowman                                              Ken Caminiti

Gia Carangi                                                               Paul Demayo

Adam Goldstein                                                       Clinton Haines

Domino Harvey                                                        Paul Hayward

Cory Monteith

                          “I’m gonna wake up, yes and no . . .

                           I guess I’ll die another day. I guess I’ll die another day. I guess I’ll                            die another day. I guess I’ll die another day.” from Die Another                             Day by Madonna

Oh life.

Love you. Take care. 🙂

What Is A Poem?

Live words.

“Formula for failure: Try to please everybody.” Herbert B. Swope 🙂

Nothing with dealing with above, but my watermelon plant is pregnant. Here is looking forward to summer. 🙂

Putting Two Letters Together

I and F equal If, a powerful word when the letters are combine.

It contains possibilities that good and bad things might happen. It contains hopes, fears, and regrets. It contains the actions of people, whether negative or positive.

If only . . ./If I was . . ./If that did not . . ./If that happens then . . ./ If she or If he . . .

But the if I want to talk about is a poem I read a few years ago, a poem by Rudyard Kipling. It goes:-

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master;
If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same:.
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build’em up with worn-out tools;

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings,
And never breathe a word about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings – nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And – which is more – you’ll be a Man, my son!

What does your IF contains?