Feb 09

Poem: We Dreamed the Mad Dream

We Dreamed the Mad Dream

We dreamed the mad dream together
that one day they all will fall
hard line in the sand; drawn
and a world for the taking
life ruled by king and queen
issues deflected like arrows
impenetrable armor of love

We dreamed the mad dream together
that impossibility was possible
being normal was not acceptable
free spirits and mind in the clouds
and we couldn’t be hurt or taken
soaking in damage like a sponge
yet coming out dry and strong

We dreamed the mad dream together
laughing at a world around us
smiling at a better life
forged by our own hands; together
the mad dream was everything
but was it just a dream?

-Poem by Justin Germino

Feb 07

Famous Poem: The Kiss By Sara Teasdale

The Kiss

I hoped that he would love me,
And he has kissed my mouth,
But I am like a stricken bird
That cannot reach the south.

For though I know he loves me,
To-night my heart is sad;
His kiss was not so wonderful
As all the dreams I had.

By Sara Teasdale

Feb 05

Famous Poem: Annabel Lee by Edgar Allen Poe

Annabel Lee

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.

Feb 04

Lights Turn Off – Four Short Poems

Lights Turn Off is a collection of 4 short poems making up the same title which are all inspired by a recent suicide event that took place and affected the family. Though I did not know this person, my wife did and it has affects on even the people who play small parts in one’s life.

Lights Turn Off

Sometimes a light

cannot see all the brightness

that surrounds it

until it dims and flickers out

 

One action in a despairing moment

one pause or simple delay

would have shown you

help was on it’s way

 

Marked by day

masked by night

you never fell

you never gave up

you always did what was right

 

Perhaps my struggle felt too real

or life too fake and full of false hope

perhaps I never knew enough

or maybe I knew too much for bliss

perhaps I wanted to explore the other side

or simply couldn’t take it anymore

 

-Poem by Justin Germino

Feb 04

Famous Poem: The Cat And The Moon by William Butler Yeats

The Cat and the Moon

The cat went here and there
And the moon spun round like a top,
And the nearest kin of the moon,
The creeping cat, looked up.

Black Minnaloushe stared at the moon,
For, wander and wail as he would,
The pure cold light in the sky
Troubled his animal blood.

Minnaloushe runs in the grass
Lifting his delicate feet.

Do you dance, Minnaloushe, do you dance?
When two close kindred meet.

What better than call a dance?
Maybe the moon may learn,
Tired of that courtly fashion,
A new dance turn.

Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
From moonlit place to place,
The sacred moon overhead
Has taken a new phase.

Does Minnaloushe know that his pupils
Will pass from change to change,
And that from round to crescent,
From crescent to round they range?
Minnaloushe creeps through the grass
Alone, important and wise,
And lifts to the changing moon
His changing eyes.

Poem by William Butler Yeats

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