https://open.spotify.com/episode/3LnbFbkrDEIF7AV67PDKJo?si=j4Gf2YmNTieU2F0ZdtMkHQ Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness, Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun; Conspiring with him how to load and bless With fruit the vines...
Be Thankful Be thankful that you don’t already have everything you desire.If you did, what would there be to look forward to? Be thankful when you don’t know something,for it gives you the opportunity to learn. Be thankful for the difficult times.During those times...
https://spotifycreators-web.app.link/e/4B2eDv6kyTb Can't is the worst word that's written or spoken;Doing more harm here than slander and lies;On it is many a strong spirit broken,And with it many a good purpose dies.It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each...
The Owl and The Pussy Cat The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea In a beautiful pea-green boat, They took some honey, and plenty of money, Wrapped up in a five-pound note. The Owl looked up to the stars above, And...
Poem by John Dryden Absalom And Achitophel In pious times, ere priest-craft did begin, Before polygamy was made a sin; When man, on many, multipli'd his kind, Ere one to one was cursedly confin'd: When Nature prompted, and no Law deni'd Promiscuous use of concubine...
🔉 - POETIC FLOWS PODCAST Defeat By Kahlil GibranDefeat, my Defeat, my solitude and my aloofness;You are dearer to me than a thousand triumphs,And sweeter to my heart than all world-glory. Defeat, my Defeat, my self-knowledge and my defiance,Through you I know that I...
Year's End by Richard Wilbur Now winter downs the dying of the year, And night is all a settlement of snow; From the soft street the rooms of houses show A gathered light, a shapen atmosphere, Like frozen-over...
December by Thomas Parsons You have again made your way in,Cold and beautiful.You are December,And I love you.Despite the seasonal celebration,I know you to be more.You are calm,You allow me to slow,To envelope the tranquility I crave.Your winds, December, though...
It Is November It is NovemberAnd all the leaves face my wayOverlapping tussocks of grassLike long forgotten hillsDwelling in the overhang of fallIt is NovemberOrange ribbons hand in tattersPatched up yellow cloaks are drapedAnd whisking in the windThen drifting to the...