1964 -   
I'm an old-school, pre-web published poet, painter and arts promoter.

My background in the arts are eclectic -from the visual arts, classical music, opera, theatre and literature, of course!

I live in the U.S. and am in love with England where I attended Leeds University.
I reside in Pennsylvania.
I am the creator of the "Mutual Admirer's Society!" Hello Poetry's largest poet's support group.
http://hellopoetry.com/group/mutual-admirers-society/

Among several groups here on HP that I either have created or co-own, I created HP-University: College Poet's Collective offering all who join the opportunity to obtain a free collegiate-style education!
http://hellopoetry.com/group/hp-university-college-poets-collective/

I am currently getting involved with teaching at the Bucknell University Institute for Lifelong Learning.
http://www.bucknell.edu/x50531.xml



Thank you all for reading my poetry!
I'm an old-school, pre-web published poet, painter and arts promoter.

My background in the arts are eclectic -from the visual arts, classical music, opera, theatre and literature, of course!

I live in the U.S. and am in love with England where I attended Leeds University.
I reside in Pennsylvania.
I am the creator of the "Mutual Admirer's Society!" Hello Poetry's largest poet's support group.
http://hellopoetry.com/group/mutual-admirers-society/

Among several groups here on HP that I either have created or co-own, I created HP-University: College Poet's Collective offering all who join the opportunity to obtain a free collegiate-style education!
http://hellopoetry.com/group/hp-university-college-poets-collective/

I am currently getting involved with teaching at the Bucknell University Institute for Lifelong Learning.
http://www.bucknell.edu/x50531.xml



Thank you all for reading my poetry!
D Conors
Jan 16, 2011

Though down many long, sometimes crowded,
mostly lonely roads
of life in seasons spent, in the dreams
and memories, bittersweet in plans and schemes,
you, of one, and of some of a few,
touched my life
forever,
and you still now do,
with your hand outstretched,
I take it and in gratefulness,
thank you for your friendship,
and graciousness,
and though the road still before me lies,
it's not so lonesome with
you by my side.
__
Inspiring image:
http://beautyineverything.com/5357912558

For Helena Jones from
16-01-11
D Conors
Jan 1, 2011

We, the same from and of flesh and pumping blood,
our skin sweating in touch, together, the scent
was always the same,
you and I, one younger, one older,
the way it was meant to be,
in fights and tears and pup-tent shared lamp-lit fears,
we rolled our heads beneath the stars above
upon the grassy knolls, our pillows kept,
not ever knowing that one of us would be
covered beneath the soily breath,
the one of one of us, still left,
watering the fields of your footsteps,
now dressed up as dreamy memories,
the tossing heart of guilt and pleads,
for just one more day, dammit! -one more
day...
I had still some things,
I wanted to say.
__
My schoolmate Tim and I both lost out brother Mikeys.
This poem is for them.

--D. Conors
1 Jan. 2011
For both Mikeys.
D Conors
Nov 13, 2010

You're the words of love
with every turn of the page
of my life, that burns
bright in the night,
and sets the day's scene
just right,
for the love you
bring, starts the story
to sing, and the melody
drifts through every chapter
like mists surrounding me,
and you continue the tune,
with every page
that I view,
from the beginning,
until the end,
and then I re-read
it all over again,
the book that you've
entitled, "I Love You"
-because the story is true:
"I love you, too!"

__
the book:
http://beautyineverything.com/5092820337

d.
13 nov. 10
for "M."
D Conors
Nov 7, 2010

the first thing i do
when i wake up
in the morning
is cry

the last thing i do
when i go to bed
at night
is cry

there are times
i do not count
anymore
during those times
in between
i cry

now i cry
and i no longer
no why
because there's
no reason
to cry
when there's
no
reason

d.
07 nov. 10
D Conors
Nov 7, 2010

i'm going to die here, i know i will,
they change their scope of helping me,
every time i slide farther down the hill,
"you can have this pill at a certain time,"
"NO! Wait! We've changed our mind,"
"you can have it at this new time, how kind!"
"just make sure there's someone on who can tell the time.."

and if i lay here waiting, for what i may or may not get,
my hands will slowly tremble and my mind so deeply frets,
all alone in this wrinkled bed clothes, no one sees me yet,
but now the nurses have come to me with a little more regret:
"the doctor says you'll now have to wait 7 more hours for relief,
it seems he doesn't like being awaken at nighttime when he sleeps."

so, i get to feel my tears build up behind my bloodshot eyes,
no one is here at all to help me understand just why.
you should see me now alone trying so hard now not to cry,
all i feel is stunned, cold shock and this feeling that i will die
--i'm going to die here, bit by bit, inside out and all alone,
i don't know what to do or say, or how to make last atone,
for all i've done in my life, that has brought me to this place,
to compose this death-wish poem to read as tear-drops paint my face.

but, for now with nothing else left to do in my hospice room,
i do the last thing that i can do the best, just write and wait for doom.

is there anyone out there?
help, help, help me, i beg and try to plead!
will anyone please come here,
hold and hug me in my need?

i'm  going to die here,
and i'll be all by myself,
left alone like a broken knick-knack
on a dusty shelf.
___

d. conors.

Sunday novemeber 07,2010
D Conors
Nov 5, 2010

Look, and it can't be seen.
Listen, and it can't be heard.
Reach, and it can't be grasped.

Above, it isn't bright.
Below, it isn't dark.
Seamless, unnamable,
it returns to the realm of nothing.
Form that includes all forms,
image without an image,
subtle, beyond all conception.

Approach it and there is no beginning;
follow it and there is no end.
You can't know it, but you can be it,
at ease in your own life.
Just realize where you come from:
this is the essence of wisdom.

_

"Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the  Tao Te Ching,  the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life).

Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html

Written by Lao Tzu
D Conors
Nov 5, 2010

Success is as dangerous as failure.
Hope is as hollow as fear.

What does it mean that success is a dangerous as failure?
Whether you go up the ladder or down it,
you position is shaky.
When you stand with your two feet on the ground,
you will always keep your balance.

What does it mean that hope is as hollow as fear?
Hope and fear are both phantoms
that arise from thinking of the self.
When we don't see the self as self,
what do we have to fear?

See the world as your self.
Have faith in the way things are.
Love the world as your self;
then you can care for all things.
___
"Lao Tzu is believed to have been a Chinese philosopher (a person who seeks to answer questions about humans and their place in the universe) and the accepted author of the  Tao Te Ching,  the main text of Taoist thought. He is considered the father of Chinese Taoism (a philosophy that advocates living a simple life).

Read more: Lao Tzu Biography - life, name, death, school, book, old, information, born, time http://www.notablebiographies.com/Ki-Lo/Lao-Tzu.html

Written by Lao Tzu
 
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