Poetry Day 10/29/17

Sunday Funday

Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poem you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

Burning the Old Year

BY NAOMI SHIHAB NYE

Letters swallow themselves in seconds.   
Notes friends tied to the doorknob,   
transparent scarlet paper, 
sizzle like moth wings, 
marry the air. 

So much of any year is flammable,   
lists of vegetables, partial poems.   
Orange swirling flame of days,   
so little is a stone. 

Where there was something and suddenly isn’t,   
an absence shouts, celebrates, leaves a space.   
I begin again with the smallest numbers. 

Quick dance, shuffle of losses and leaves,   
only the things I didn’t do   
crackle after the blazing dies. 

Pablo Picasso

Happy Birthday 

Pablo Picasso, was a Spanish painter, sculptor, printmaker, ceramicist, stage designer, poet and playwright. Thanks for all your wisdomand knowledge. Comment below any quotes we miss that you love. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

Evel Knievel

Happy Birthday Evel Knievel, International Icon, stunt performer, and entertainer. Thanks for all your wisdom, knowledge and your courage. Comment below any quotes we miss that you love. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

“If you fall during your life, it doesn’t matter. You’re never a failure as long as you try to get up.”

“The most important thing in life is, if you have a dream, I mean a real good dream, follow it.”

“You are the master of your own ship, pal. There are lots of people who fall into troubled waters and don’t have the guts or the knowledge or the ability to make it to shore. They have nobody to blame but themselves.”
“Nothing’s worse than a guy who loses fair and square and then whines about it.”
There’s just no stopping me. I went through life big-bang-banda-boom-bada-boom.
“My failures had a lot to do with my fame. I created Evel Knievel, and then he sort of got away from me.”

Sunday Funday 10/15/17

Each and every Sunday, we share a poem to lighten our soul. Comment your thoughts, short story or any poem you will love to see in a future post. Don’t forget to follow us like and share.

Wheels

My brother kept

in a frame on the wall

pictures of every motorcycle, car, truck:

in his rusted out Impala convertible

wearing his cap and gown

waving

in his yellow Barracuda

with a girl leaning into him

waving

on his Honda 350

waving

on his Honda 750 with the boys

holding a beer

waving

in his first rig

wearing a baseball hat backwards

waving

in his Mercury Montego

getting married

waving

in his black LTD

trying to sell real estate

waving

back to driving trucks

a shiny new rig

waving

on his Harley Sportster

with his wife on the back

waving

his son in a car seat

with his own steering wheel

my brother leaning over him

in an old Ford pickup

and they are

waving

holding a wrench a rag

a hose a shammy

waving.
My brother helmetless

rides off on his Harley

waving

my brother’s feet

rarely touch the ground-

waving waving

face pressed to the wind

no camera to save him. 

—Jim Daniels