" he sings, tapping into that seasonal weirdness that can creep up, especially as everything around you is incessant smiles, warmth and cheer, and pumpkin-spice
hope that it will all make sense one day May 2013 Derek Wilson Posted in Poetry, Writing Tags: acting, actors, Beer, Coffee, dancers, Dancing, Fire, little fires, Poetry, restless, Rhyme, rhyming couplets, scraps of paper, Singing, social networks, Tea, transients o be satisfied •...
Did I just rhyme? You want a hat that will stay on your head when it’s windy wind and keep your ears nice and warm – bonus points if it’s lined. Personally I’m a fan of the ones with poofs on top, like this or this. Jeremy is more of a purist, and likes to wear ...
Did I just rhyme? You want a hat that will stay on your head when it’s windy wind and keep your ears nice and warm – bonus points if it’s lined. Personally I’m a fan of the ones with poofs on top, like this or this. Jeremy is more of a purist, and likes to wear ...
i used to be the back porch poet with a book of rhymesalways open knowing all the time i'm probablynever gonna find the perfect rhymefor 'heavier things'end heavierthings 激情曼舞 5 john mayer-come back to bedstill is the lifeof your roomwhen you're not insideand all of your ...
Names that come up, shadows with masks. Cure me of this void, I said. (The light loved itself in this darkness of mine. I knew that there was absence when I found myself saying, It is I.) Cure me, I said.The Word for DesireThis spectral texture of darkness, this melody in my ...
Why does get into the “Being” and it is not important to dwell into that especially when it involves another person. The same “Being” can be determined from the “how” and “what” We can search for a reason or a rhyme until we suck the life out of oneself and others, but let...
Impulsed by her desire for playmates, he allowed her to look into the egg, and depending on the order of a rhyme he had her sing to the plucking of petals from a summer flower, a kind of “he loves me, he loves me not” song, either “Nobody or Somebody came” in the form of...
The natural world is depicted as a source of sweetness, taste, and warmth, with images of green fields, golden sun, and deep, blue sea. The poem suggests that the natural world provides us with the sustenance we need to survive and thrive, and that we must be grateful for these gifts....
“He said that about himself. Experience puts weight into your voice. Tom Waits could sing a nursery rhyme. As soon as he opens his mouth there’s that weight to it. When you’re young, you don’t have that experience pushing behind you. When you get older and you’ve seen a lot,...