Scared

Reblogged from thepoetonfire:

Rusted joints screeching
metal flakes and oil leaks.
Machine: scared and hurt.

A short, but effective poem

Are You The New Person Drawn Towards Me?

By Walt Whitman

from “Calamus” in Leaves of Grass, 1867

Are you the new person drawn toward me?
To begin with, take warning, I am surely far different from what you suppose;
Do you suppose you will find in me your ideal?
Do you think it so easy to have me become your lover?
Do you think the friendship of me would be unalloy’d satisfaction?
Do you think I am trusty and faithful?
Do you see no further than this façade, this smooth and tolerant manner of me?
Do you suppose yourself advancing on real ground toward a real heroic man?
Have you no thought, O dreamer, that it may be all maya, illusion?

To Your Health: Humanity’s Diagnosis

To Your Health: Humanity’s Diagnosis is a poetry collection by Jeremiah Walton. Each poem is an individual piece to a larger picture, a description of the folly of man among the celestial being, the universe, an eternal angelic song that bursts in hymns as stars are destroyed and birthed, and life drives itself to extinction and finds a new way. Man kind is summed up in a set of poems describing the common petty trifles of everyday life as we interact with another.  This is a non-profit ebook and is available free through Nostrovia! Poetry, GoodReads, and Scribd.

Preview two poems of Jeremiah Walton’s below:

Chapter 7: Human Efficiency

Beautiful Monarch

Queen, O’ Queen
Humble loyalty to you
Brings warmth to my thorax
Queen, O’ Queen
Thou art God
Of mountains that
You breed
And
Conquered forests
That are trimmed by
Great ghost-need
Machines
With angry
Little sharp teeth
Thousands
They cannot reach you
Nor your children
Queen, O’ Queen
Slay these foul beasts
To depth we’ve yet to
Tunnel through
Queen, O’ Queen

Chapter 6: Perspective

Attention Span

America’s absolute destruction flashes in the mind of Mickey Mouse as he dances in black and white radiance
No one notices
The statuary rape of Afghanistan is still ongoing
No one notices
The president impregnates his secretary’s throat with patriotism
We are disgusted

One Sister I Have In Our House

by Emily Dickinson

[1858]

One Sister have I in our house —
And one a hedge away.
There’s only one recorded,
But both belong to me.

One came the way that I came —
And wore my past year’s gown —
The other as a bird her nest,
Builded our hearts among.

She did not sing as we did —
It was a different tune —
Herself to her a Music
As Bumble-bee of June.

Today is far from Childhood —
But up and down the hills
I held her hand the tighter —
Which shortened all the miles —

And still her hum
The years among,
Deceives the Butterfly;
Still in her Eye
The Violets lie
Mouldered this many May.

I spilt the dew —
But took the morn, —
I chose this single star
From out the wide night’s numbers —
Sue – forevermore!

Walt Whitman

Not Heat Flames Up and Consumes
by Walt Whitman
from “Calamus” in Leaves of Grass, 1867

Not heat flames up and consumes,
Not sea-waves hurry in and out,
Not the air delicious and dry, the air of ripe summer, bears lightly along white
down-balls of myriads of seeds,
Waited, sailing gracefully, to drop where they may;
Not these, O none of these more than the flames of me, consuming, burning for
his love whom I love,
O none more than I hurrying in and out;
Does the tide hurry, seeking something, and never give up? O I the same,
O nor down-balls nor perfumes, nor the high rain-emitting clouds, are borne
through the open air,
Any more than my soul is borne through the open air,
Wafted in all directions O love, for friendship, for you.

Space

“Space is the spiritual liberation of Earthling’s desire to swarm and excrete filth upon planetary surfaces.  Venomous bees to honeysuckle Mars and violet Moon, no pollination occurs.  Attaching like fleshy leaches to ancient, worldly flesh, the Earthling bellies can never be filled.  Earthlings are always hungry, quick metabolism, processing meals as fast as they can chew.”

Open – Nostrovia! Poetry

Open – Nostrovia! Poetry.

 

Open is a poem describing the war of two seasons revolving around the life of a single flower.  This poem is a metaphor for true events.  Enjoy.

Letters From F. Scott Fitzgerald To Amateur Writers

Letters of Note: You’ve got to sell your heart.

An honest and insightful read.  If you have desire to make it as a writer, I recommend this.

12 things to do after you’ve written a new blog post [infographic]

Do you know how to create the most successful blog posts for your blog? This is useful for self-published writers.

12 things to do after you’ve written a new blog post [infographic].

Quotes About Poetry – Nostrovia! Poetry

Quotes About Poetry – Nostrovia! Poetry.

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