Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, January 22, 2012

A Vagabond's Song...



A Vagabond's Song


I was baptized by New York City sleet and tempered in
New England snow.

I walked among the ancient rocks and pondered nature's
  hieroglyphs.

I watched the silver snake ford the brook.

  I fought. My spear was inscribed with sacred runes.

  I gather knowledge from books and birds and children at play.

  I respect the mystic myths.

  I know when there's love and when there isn't.

  I can hear the echoes of my struggling ancestors.

  Those who saw me sit and stare and said I was a worthless
dreamer are gone.

I survived the silent sirens.

  Now I sit and stare and while I sit I think, I imagine, I write,
I design, I survive because I can.

There is inexpressible music in my head, poetry in my heart
and a sense of humor in my pocket.

I am a child of the universe.

  I am not worthless.

- written and posted by permission
 from DB at Vagabond Journeys


Please visit DB!  You won't be disappointed!!

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Audrey Hepburn poem...

I love this poem that Audrey Hepburn wrote.
It was read at her funeral years later...



For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.
For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.
For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.
For beautiful hair, let a child run his/her fingers through it once a day.
For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.
Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you will find one at the end of each of your arms.
As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands; one for helping yourself, and the other for helping others.

Friday, August 22, 2008

a poem - Joy In The Rain


Joy In The Rain

The birds in flight, God in the sunset,
and I in angels arms,
understand why it was to be.
What seemed cruel turned out
to be my saving grace.
With each hurt, pain, and blunder,
I turned to the rain,
and to the joy which was in the rain,
until the rain turned into the sun,
and I found the reasons why,
it all occurred.
Now I am enthralled.
-VF