Poems Quotes - Page 8

Did Bach ever eat
pancakes at midnight?

History doesn’t start with a tall building
and a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is taking
us for suckers and is playing a mean game.

She leaves my side and heads deeper into
the apartment singing, “ - if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… a
copper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay.

That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their right
mind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’.
People would much rather say, ‘Get in my whirly-gig’. And that’s what you
should name it.

I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand.

Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly.

The machines are too dull when we
are lion-poems that move & breathe.

Sublime wonders lie in store,
I am shown a regal residence;
a mighty kingdom, an empire
with more grandeur than before ...

If lighthouse becomes a burning candle,
flickered upon ocean's insanity.
Your sailing heart there anchors to handle
the obsessed breeze towards sand dune's vanity.

If water won't smother the blaze
Father, take my tears and bestow them on the fire
see if the fires will wither.

A women's heart beat is very rapid; it jumps from love to hate, in seconds when in silence there is surely madness.

True 'we travel the world over and over to find the authentic-self, we forget that we carry it within. Simply Pause.

Here is the world. Don't be afraid for wonderful and terrible things will happen. Simply remember to breath.

There are no lungs like the ones that breathe poetry.

Why not fall in love with an artist? Otherwise there are no letters, pictures, paintings and songs for you when you wake up.

Love is the reflection of a broken heart in a shattered mirror...

Because I found the strength to do the things I believe in, and the will to stop doing the things I don't believe in.

So I have discovered what it means, to be at peace.

I believe in family values and following your dreams.

Maybe it's animalness that will make the world right again: the wisdom of elephants, the enthusiasm of canines, the grace of snakes, the mildness of anteaters. Perhaps being human needs some diluting. At any rate, how nice to be well dressed and among friends and in a state where poems pop out by themselves.

You ask how it is possible to be your own father and son. You should seek answers, although it is better to anticipate some, to be the light and dream.