3 edition of Deep in a Poets Soul found in the catalog.
|Statement||Red Rock Book Company|
|Publishers||Red Rock Book Company|
|LC Classifications||April 17, 2000|
|The Physical Object|
|Pagination||xvi, 55 p. :|
|Number of Pages||74|
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Deep in a Poets Soul cost was mine and I to pay; Investment without dividend. Invitation to contraction Of the life lived sweet and fragile. Muddy dark that tends to smear Or calligraphy with beauty seen; Words that lift and soothe the soul Or ones that drag and thus demean.
Your enchanted eyewitness Do you know what I mean? Mid-day sees the blazing sun, and we can have no fun. com POET'S SOUL Words flowing from within the heart To compose a poetic thought, Letting the muse control the pen. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, North Carolina e-mail: sara689 yahoo. Browning -- Submitted by James A.
But if one nurtures the heart; Stimulates the mind; Worships the body; And feeds, feeds the Soul. She spoke of Daddy and his faults and of dancing to the Tennessee Waltz. Darkness is dispelled by light, and loses the uneven fight. Would I have listened if she did? The setting sun turns orange in color, and the birds go to their arbour. Thus we call a poet so Who writes of things Deep in the soul; Beyond our reasonings. The goal of positive action Coupled to implementation Creates positive self-expression And to the inevitable social evolution.
And for the poet, compassion given, That allows his pen to paper meet. But I can't help but wonder, At the thorn he placed upon the rose And why, suppose, he made the weed Or inspired a poet to write in prose. -- Submitted by Gloria Sarasin from Trinity, NC e-mail: sara689 yahoo. net MORNING AND EVENING The day starts fresh in the morning, the birds start twittering.
com STATE OF MIND Severe sensory isolation The need to reach out Fear of sleep The night terrors and nightmares Walking the streets Until the crack of dawn.
Your enchanted eyewitness Do you know what I mean? -- Submitted by Robert Ditchman from Mentor on the Lake, Ohio e-mail: sojourner10 hotmail.
But of life In rhyme, she spins; Is there not truth That's found within? Invitation to contraction Of the life lived sweet and fragile.
Just my mother, not really real, is this the way, of her, I feel? com POET Pour out your heart oh poet, in a poem Of far away places let your mind roam for just beyond what the eye can see someone will be waiting there for thee Someone you have known forever in your mind Somewhere in a dream true love you find They are more than words from emotions spent they are more than words from a letter, not sent Of heart, of soul of tear stained words the poet writes that his voice may be heard So pour out your heart oh poet, in a poem let the world see love let your heart be known -- Submitted by Robert Ditchman from Mentor on the Lake, Ohio e-mail: sojourner10 hotmail.