The Hill We Climb by Amanda Gorman Mr. President, Dr. Biden, Madam Vice President, Mr. Emhoff, Americans and the world, when day comes, we ask ourselves where can we find light in this never-ending shade? The loss we carry, a sea we must wade....

It has been a long time since I posted poetry here at Waccobb. My focus on poetry has shifted and these days I write, for the most part, haiku in the traditional three-line, 5-7-5, syllabic pattern. I find this satisfying, shaping words to an...

Started by Jim Wilson, 10-22-2020 ,Last Post Jim Wilson 01-05-2021 08:28 AM

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The *Song *of *Moses (Deuteronomy 32) Give ear, O ye heavens, and I will speak; and hear, O earth, the words of my mouth. My doctrine shall drop as the rain, my speech shall distil as the dew, as the small rain upon the tender herb,

Started by Mayacaman, 10-26-2020 ,Last Post Mayacaman 11-26-2020 12:16 PM

She does not live on earth There are only stories of her carried by ancient arrows from Orion's bow. ...

I have a new lover His real estate is my hidey hole. I'm not talking about sex, You! So excited I couldn't stop flying around Once started unable to sit my smile was Stretching ear to ear. Just a flicker about him taking over my old place.

{This poem was shared during the Sebastopol Jewish Community's Rosh Hashana service on Zoom this morning} Small Kindnesses By Danusha Laméris I've been thinking about the way, when you walk down a crowded aisle, people pull in their legs...

LOSERS AND SUCKERS Who followed McNamara and his lying band, and their drumming General, Waste More Land, who told us if we took a stand Victory would soon be in hand We'd be heroes, and won't that be grand So we went right over...

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"Dispatch from the Ledge"

Pablo Neruda wrote movingly about the magnificence of the forest. Perhaps some balm to the onslaught of a pandemic? The Cosmic Miracle of Trees: Astronaut Leland Melvin Reads Pablo Neruda's Love Letter to Earth's Forests

Now is the time when, shut in, we may catch up on the Classics. Dante Alighieri of Florence (1265 - 1321) is credited with being the father of the Italian language. He was the author of a great epic poem, La Comedia Divina, or "The Divine...

I have been listening, for the past nine weeks, to the old Epics, on audio-books read aloud on iTunes on my Mac, at night, as I pass into sleep & beyond. Many such treasures are free for all to download @ the website, Librivox.org. One of the...

CHRISTMAS IS WAITING TO BE BORNWhere refugees seek deliverance that never comes And the heart consumes itself as if it would live, Where children age before their time And life wears down the edges of the mind, Where the old man sits with mind...

~Epilogue~ by Carol Cotton/Quora Top Writer ....And after the fire, the villagers slowly returned~ a little charred around the edges, ~but happy to find their huts had been spared the worst of it. Thankful to be alive,

Faltering Like the top of yet another wave Destined and designed To fall endlessly, every time Enigma of planetary change Another promise misunderstood Never kept Surviving beyond the grave Winning a ride on fate's carousel of conception...

Started by Mamazon, 11-03-2019 ,Last Post Shandi 11-05-2019 10:25 AM

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TALKING TO GRIEF Ah, Grief, I should not treat you like a homeless dog who comes to the back door for a crust, for a meatless bone. I should trust you. I should coax you into the house and give you

HANGING OUT By Jerry Green The ladders at Ives Pool Are shiny chrome P shapes Hanging out over the edge Used mostly just for Getting in and getting out. I hang out there; Before getting out.

THE WORLD DOES NOT KNOW OF THIS PLACE A naked pool of tears in this garden of woodland sorrows, a glimmer of light through a rolling fog. Fir trees hang low, will protect you, your childhood hurts, like...

Uncle Sam is sick Yeah, heart, lungs, arteries- And you know he is an addict, Gotta have his luxuries, Borrows money from his enemies Which never reaches his extremities. Uncle Sam is sick You all know the malady:

Autumn is the time... Autumn is the time when summer gives up its mortal struggle to keep winter at bay. During the dwindling days of October the year waits to die like an elderly man alone on the bed in his room at the end of his life. The...

LONGING~ The bird in flight catches the sun on a corner of its wing/ I am so very close/ I can feel the sun, the sense of flight/ but, I am not that bird, and I have no wing to catch the sun- and yet… I long, in a sweet and sadly melancholy...

Pat on the Run You will be given six miles thirty six minutes and forty pounds. The fear birds you up in the air and running the beer from last night if you are daring won't matter The dark force working the legs caroms off the grass ...

The table of earth & sky I put three oranges on a big round wooden table by daylight, the air is rind and juice, mild & pungent sweet. Tiny imperfections in their skin, small shadows interlacing- Looking down, the small shadows come on as self...

Faces first you buy a green truck, make it a ford ranger. you drive it home, and on the road you see forty or fifty green ford ranger trucks, just like yours. then you buy a book you've been wanting to read, and on the way home you see forty...

Greetings Wacco Community, Hi, I'm Suzanne Murray and I'll be drawing on my thirty years of writing experience and eighteen years of teaching the creative writing process to offer inspiration, insights, tips and exercises to help stimulate your...

Started by creativity, 11-26-2006 ,Last Post creativity 08-06-2018 10:39 AM

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I hope this qualifies as discussion of prose. My book, "On condition of anonymity," is now available on Amazon. I call this work "virulent social and political satire." Star Man

I practice a very special form of mindfulness called not-minding-ness. This has brought me peace and purified my soul to the point that it is almost possible to live with me. My sacred principles are: Read no newspapers. Watch no television....

Open your eyes and Visualize The revelations of this moment All the time caring, Loving and sharing Life is right in the palm of your hand Think of the good things you could be doing The universe, it's yours To shine and grow in Open...

W.S. Merwin The Last One Well they'd made up their minds to be everywhere because why not. Everywhere was theirs because they thought so. They with two leaves they whom the birds despise. In the middle of stones they made up their minds....

It feel like maybe I lost my mind Lost in space and time Caught in rewind And I'd be fine if I just let it all go But it's been engraved into my bones What comes back and what come together seems to lessen the importance of forever ...

I recently came across this poem by Fred La Motte. My Ancestry DNA results came in. Just as I suspected, my great great grandfather was a monarch butterfly. Much of who I am is still wriggling under a stone. I am part larva, but part...

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When I say "I Love You," it means so much to me that it sums up the following: It is in part, a prayer, a wish, and a blessing of Eternal Hope. A blessing to be "One" together, with the oneness of God, affinity with the Divine. An...

Please attend; Rising from the Ashes Poetry reading on Sunday, Nov. 12th, 1-2:30pm at The Sebastopol Center for the Arts This is the poem that I wrote about the fire, since I will not be at the event I am sharing my verse, published in the...

Good Morning: Tomorrow, Thursday, September 14th, Many Rivers will host an evening with Jampa Dorje, also known as Richard Denner. Richard, who currently lives in Washington State, was a resident of the area for many years. Many of us have been...

Missing my Baby My most precious baby is waiting for me. We don't know how long or how soon it will be I'll be let off my leash. Set loose to run. All the kissing and wagging of tails will be fun. On this earth I worked to care and...

On Thursday, April 13th, at 7:30 PM, at Many Rivers I will be giving a talk on English Language Haiku. This is a relatively new form for English poetry. It came to the U.S. in the early 20th century, but those early efforts were very marginal and...

Started by Jim Wilson, 04-08-2017 ,Last Post Jim Wilson 04-10-2017 05:26 PM