★Any poets out there!

Ode to a Guillotine
Jeff Dumas

Oh Guillotine, so tall and sleek
No adoration do you seek.
Let me dust you off old friend
And hone your blade that you might lend
The service you so aptly mete
To clear the dirty senate seat
Many necks to you I’d feed
In our country’s time of need
Herd the minions to the light
A few more heads for you to bite
And when you’re full I’ll let you rest
From the work that you do best.

Hey Jeff~ Quit watching the news! :)

I once lingered at Camp Poormewhyme
on the shores of Lake Negativity.
I couldn’t leave; the ties were binding
all roads bumpy and winding.
I almost drowned in the Gulf of Misconceptions
so deep the false perceptions.
I cannot reclaim the time misspent,
a new happier life – on that I’m bent.
I now rejoice in each positive choice
that leads to better days.

Jan

˚ state of calm 💗thank you  

Posted on 18/05/2009.

In response to jancydat’s post:
Very nice(:

WOODMAN, SPARE THAT TREE
George Pope Morris

Woodman, spare that tree!
Touch not a single bough!
In youth it sheltered me,
And I’ll protect it now.
“T was my forefather’s hand
That placed it near his cot;
There, woodman, let it stand,
Thy axe shall harm it not!

That old familiar tree,
Whose glory and renown
Are spread o’er land and sea,
And wouldst thou hew it down?
Woodman, forbear thy stroke!
Cut not its earth-bound ties;
O, spare that aged oak,
Now towering to the skies!

When but an idle boy
I sought its grateful shade;
In all their gushing joy
Here too my sisters played.
My mother kissed me here;
My father pressed my hand-
Forgive this foolish tear,
But let that old oak stand!

My heart-strings round thee cling,
Close as thy bark, old friend!
Here shall the wild-bird sing,
And still thy branches bend,
Old tree! The storm still brave!
And, woodman, leave the spot;
While I’ve a hand to save,
Thy axe shall hurt it not.

What a great poem.

Thank you MCM I’m glad you liked it.

BEAUTY OF A WOMAN
Audrey Hepburn

The beauty of a woman
is not in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries
Or the way she combs her hair.
The beauty of a woman
Must be seen from her eyes,
Because that is the doorway to
her heart,
the place where love resides.
The beauty of a woman
Is not in the facial mole,
But true beauty in a woman
Is reflected in her soul.
It is the caring that she lovingly gives,
The passion that she shows.
And the beauty of a woman with passing
years only grows.

True love

Stop All The Clocks

I’m a big fan of Anis Mojgani. One of the better quality video’s of him I’ve found is Decodifying God and manhood

Not my own but I love John Donne. I studied him in school and am so grateful, his imagery and metaphors still make me feel light and beautiful.

A Valediction: Forbidding Mourning

What’s Wrong with this Mirror?
Jeff Dumas

What’s wrong with this mirror?
Something’s not right!
I know how to fix it -
I’ll turn off the light!