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After 100 Sonnets
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it. ~ Audrey Hepburn i My ugly love, when you are so beautiful to me it’s not enough for my mouth whose kisses routinely bathe you in an inventory of whispers, love-cries with tenderness for…
Miraculously Reborn
Originally posted on Regina Puckett:
Miraculously Reborn Regina Puckett I woke up alive and miraculously reborn The sun was shining on this beautiful morn I had a wonderful opportunity to begin anew And discover what mattered, real and true
Compassion-scape
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Happiness cannot be traveled to, owned, earned, worn or consumed. Happiness is the spiritual experience of living every minute with love, grace, and gratitude. ~ Denis Waitley Let’s go dancing to the ceiling with candles for our soul let’s hide out amidst the fireworks and wait for hypnotic words so…
Last manuscript of an exiled Russian poet
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Pick up a yardstick to measure your life against anyone else’s, and you’ve just picked up a stick and beaten up your own soul. ~ Ann Voskamp And I cannot inherit back my childhood from a photo-album what I was, what i am is transferred in silence and most probably…
Memories like chinese poems
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
A good traveler has no fixed plans, and is not intent on arriving. ~ Lao Tzu homesick for something I cannot name, for home beyond all other homes? I am alone in a foreign land in love with foreigners sick of the locals I do not want to speak or…
THE DAWN SINGERS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
After all these collisions with the abrupt license to write these dreamy plagiarisms as if words belonged to a mouth the month of poetry became a lifetime of habit, a sport of inarticulate genius of hope strewn in museums blue transparent halls of journals I still mutter quietly spells for…
WHY EVERYONE SHOULD WRITE POETRY
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
I’m my own utopia In my Utopia, we would dream awake Writing poems about each other Speaking in whispers hushed I could say out loud That I felt loved without Trying to find a measure Or a reason to be appreciated In my own utopia We wouldn’t judge each other…
LANDSCAPE WITHOUT ANGELS
Originally posted on Wuji Seshat:
Bravely in a land of dust As pilgrims we make our way To some far country we believe is good But the truth is, we are all immigrants Nomads and priestesses of our faith Sojourning in foreign countries In heart-broken cities that endure An agony to submit To the volatile…
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