"kahlil" poems
(On love by Kahlil Gibran ; A Translation)
Kung magkataon na tawagin ka ng pag-ibig, sumunod ka,
Kahit pa ang daan niya'y mahirap at matarik.
At kung yakapin ka ng kanyang mga pakpak ay magpaubaya ka,
Kahit pa ang mga punyal na nakatago sa kanyang mga balahibo ay kaya kang sugatan.
At kung mangusap siya sa iyo ay maniwala ka,
Kahit pa ang kanyang tinig ay kayang durugin ang iyong mga pangarap
Tulad ng pagsira ng hanging habagat sa mga halamanan.
Sapagkat kung paano ka parangalan ng pagibig ay ganoon ka din niya ipapako sa Krus.
‘Pagkat kahit pa siya'y para sa iyong paglago ay ganun din siya para sa iyong pagka-bulok.
Kahit pa pinayayabong ka nito sa iyong pinaka-mataas at hinahaplos ng liwanag nito ang iyong mga sanga,
Ganoon din niya huhugutin ang iyong mga ugat mula sa pagkakabaon nito sa lupa.
Tulad ng mga butil ng mais ay itinatali ka nito sa kanyang sarili.
Binabayo ka niya upang mahubdan
Ginigiling hanggang sa kuminis.
Minamasa hanggang sa lumambot
At ika'y kanyang isasalang sa kanyang banal na apoy, upang ika'y maging banal na alay na ihahain sa banal na pista ng Panginoon.
Ang lahat ng ito'y gagawin ng pagibig upang malaman mo ang mga lihim ng iyong puso, at sa kaalamang iyon ay maging bahagi ng puso ng buhay.
Ngunit kung sa iyong pagkatakot ay hanapin mo lamang ang kapayapaan at kasiyahan ng pagibig,
Ay mabuti pang ika'y magbihis at lumiban sa kanyang giikan,
Sa isang mundong walang kulay kung saan ikaw ay tatawa, ngunit hindi
lahat ng iyong kasiyahan, at iiyak, ngunit hindi lahat ng iyong luha.
Walang ibinibigay ang pagibig kundi ang kanyang sarili at walang tinatanggap kundi ang galing din sa kanya.
Ang pagibig ay hindi nang-aangkin at nagpapa-angkin ;
Sapagkat ang pagibig ay sasapat lamang sa pagibig.
Kapag ika'y umibig hindi mo dapat sabihing, “Ang Diyos ay nasa aking puso,” kung hindi, “Ako ay nasa puso ng Diyos.”
At 'wag **** isipin na kaya **** diktahan ang pagibig, 'pagkat ang pagibig, kung matantong ika'y karapat-dapat, ay ididikta sa iyo ang iyong landas.
Walang kagustuhan ang pagibig kung hindi tuparin ang kanyang sarili.
Ngunit kung ikaw ay umibig at mangailangan, maging ito ang iyong kailanganin:
Ang matunaw at umagos na parang batis na umaawit sa gabi.
Ang malaman ang sakit ng lubos na pagaaruga.
Ang masugatan sa iyong sariling kaalaman ng pagibig;
At masaktan ng kusang-loob at may ligaya.
Ang gumising sa bukang-liwayway ng may pusong kayang lumipad at magbigay pasasalamat sa isang bagong araw ng pagibig;
Ang magpahinga sa tanghali at magnilay sa sarap ng pagibig;
Ang umuwi sa hapon ng puno ng pasasalamat;
At matulog nang may panalangin para sa minamahal sa iyong puso at awit ng papuri sa iyong mga labi.
Nov 9, 2015
Nov 9, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
"...Tell me, for Love's sake, what is that flame which burns in my heart and devours my strength and dissolves my will? What are those hidden soft and rough hands that grasp any soul; what is that wine mixed of bitter joy and sweet pain that suffuses my heart? What are those wings that hover over my pillow in the silence of Night, and keep me awake,watching no one knows what? What is the invisible thing I stare at, the incomprehensible thing that I ponder, the feeling that cannot be sensed? In my sights is a grief more beautiful than the echo of laughter and more rapturous than joy. Why do I surrender myself to an unknown power that slays me and revives me until Dawn rises and fills my chamber with its light? Phantoms of wakefulness tremble between my seared eyelids, and shadows of dreams hover over my stony bed. What is that which we call Love? Tell me, what is that secret hidden within the ages yet which permeates all consciousness? What is this consciousness that is at once origin and result of everything? What is this vigil that fashions from Life and Death a dream, stranger than Life and deeper than Death? Tell me, friends, is there one among you who would not awake from the slumber of Life if love touched his soul with its fingertip?"
Sep 2, 2017
Sep 2, 2017 at 4:37 PM UTC
If you ever die
If you ever die from me
Looking at my longing eyes
In guise of a mystic veil
Dead drop at the twilight hours
White longish fangs
Of the piercing moments
Will unfurl its wings of fire
Setting sail in an invisible gondola
At long last to carry you home
To the isle of your birth
Even if you ever die at all from me
I will stand upon the deck of noontide
All alone in my aloneness, all alone
Staring vaguely at the rushing gondola
Surfing invisibly away from me
Tearing apart the veil of grazing mist
At the twilight hours casting spell on me
To diminish myself into you
And with you I too diminish away
From you, all away from you
In a shroud of love and longing
As if you never died away from me
In my longing eyes for you, only for you
And like The Prophet beloved
Prophesying on the blue mountain
From his never ending well
Of wisdom depthless and deathless
I will remember you as silently
As the sound of scorching darkness
And I will remember your heart
As saying for ever to me, only to me:
“A little while,
A moment of rest upon the wind,
And another woman will bear me." *
* (The italic quotation is from Kahlil Gibran's The Prophet)
Apr 24, 2010
Apr 24, 2010 at 10:53 AM UTC
Then said Almitra, “Speak to us of Love.”
And he raised his head and looked upon the people, and there fell a stillness upon them.
And with a great voice he said:
When love beckons to you follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, it directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
-----Kahlil Gibran
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
:)
1. tell all of your problems to a tree; it’s not going to answer back but it will love you
2. stuff your face in a pile of snow
3. get up and dance when there is no music playing
4. stand infront of the mirror with one hand cooly resting on your hip and the other hand pointing at yourself, and then wink at yourself like you’re the most attractive babe out there
5. stop everything you’re doing and speak in gibberish until you laugh
6. paint with your toes to Beethoven
7. roll around on the floor for a few minutes; move furniture around so that you have plenty of space to do so
8. bake someone you are fond of cupcakes and surprise them out of the blue
9. pick a ton of wonderful flowers and hand them out to strangers that pass by
10. when you’re stubborn, stuck, in pride, in pain, in mind, tell whoever your head thinks it concerns these 4 lines in a row and nothing else;
"I love you
I’m sorry
Please forgive me
Thank you”
(Hoʻoponopono)
11. buy yourself a yummy ice cream cone
12. go swimming alone and let your body flow and be one with the water
13. write a real old fashioned letter to your mother or father telling them about yourself and that you love them
14. stand outside in the pouring rain until your clothes soak; and make sure you’re barefoot so that gushy mud can get between your toes
15. go to a park with a swing-set and just swing by yourself
16. make yourself a big beautiful breakfast in the morning
17. give your friends meaningful hugs that last a very long time
18. read a passage or two in The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
19. shut off your Netflix and go on a bike ride in the middle of the night
20. hug yourself and kiss your hands and your arms and stroke your hair and tell yourself aloud “I love you; I love me” over and over again
21. breathe deep into your belly like a Buddha instead of shallow into your chest
22. go to another city/province/country/continent on your own for at least a week
23. don’t shy away from holding someone’s hand or kissing them if you think it feels right
24. hold a baby in your arms
25. drink a glass of water
Aug 30, 2013
Aug 30, 2013 at 5:19 AM UTC
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Kahlil Gibran
Mar 1, 2017
Mar 1, 2017 at 3:37 PM UTC
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love's peace and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, "God is in my heart," but rather, "I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:23 PM UTC
I am a tree, grown in the shade, and today I stretched my branches to tremble for a while in the daylight. I came here to tell you good-bye, my beloved, and it is my hope that our farewell will be as great and awful like our love. Let our farewell be like fire that bends the gold and makes it more resplendent.
Selma did not allow me to speak or protest, but she looked at me, her eyes glittering, her face retaining its dignity, seeming like an angel worthy of silence and respect. Then she flung herself upon me, something which she had never done before, and put her smooth arms around me and printed a long, deep, fiery kiss on my lips
Mar 4, 2018
Mar 4, 2018 at 3:24 PM UTC
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow. Solitude is the ally of sorrow as well as a companion of spiritual exaltation.
Aug 21, 2016
Aug 21, 2016 at 12:04 AM UTC
“When you work you are a flute through whose heart the whispering of the hours turns to music.
To love life through labor is to be intimate with life’s inmost secret.
All work is empty save when there is love, for work is love made visible.”
~~Kahlil Gibran~~~!!!
All, <3<3 :):)!!!
Dec 13, 2012
Dec 13, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
#
*When love beckons to you, follow him,
though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
though the sword, hidden among his pinions
may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him
though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you.
Even as he is for your growth, so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses
your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
so shall he descend to your roots
and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire,
that you may become sacred bread for God's sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you
that you may know the secrets of your heart,
and in that knowledge,
become a fragment of Life's heart.
But if in your fear, you would seek only love's peace
and love's pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness
and pass out of love's threshing-floor,
into the seasonless world--
Where you shall laugh.. but not all of your laughter,
And weep.. but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught, but from itself.
Love possesses not, nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say,
"God is in my heart,"
but rather,
"I am in the heart of God."
And think not you can direct the course of love,
for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires,
let these be your desires--
To melt and be like a running brook
that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart
and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love's ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart
and a song of praise upon your lips.*
~Kahlil Gibran#
Dec 19, 2021
Dec 19, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
I've been waiting 68 days
22 hours
13 minutes
and 51 seconds
To literally bump into you
I hear the things they say
But they couldn't be true
You my friend are not small and shallow
With a height of 5'9
You tower over me
And your boyfriend is unattractive
So you must look deeper than
What the eye can see
Yes i've been waiting 69 days
21 hours
14 minutes
and 52 seconds
For you to notice me
Is it really that difficult
I know I don't stand out in a crowd
But if anyone were to go against our love
Your hand I would hold proud
Proud to have you as mine
I've been waiting this long
So what's a little more time??
Day 70
Is only one more than 69
And I'd love to 69
Well only if you'd let me
I've heard of your history with Jeffrey
He was boy 71
You smiled and laughed with him
Was he that much fun?
I know about the others too
Like Hinson boy 42
Or John 38
Didn't he show up to your date late?
And Kahlil 37 supposedly got robbed at 7/11
I know that must of been hard for you
But I've waited 2 long
Yes I've been standing by this pole four 3 hours
Just waiting to catch a glimpse of blue
Your favorite color
It honestly has become mines too
I've been waiting 71 days
19 hours
16 minutes
And 54 seconds
For my 1 and only....
You
Aug 8, 2013
Aug 8, 2013 at 9:38 AM UTC
(And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Kahlil Gibran)
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I am the unlived dream
waiting to gather wings
and fly across your soils.
I am also the unborn thirst
seeking to seep deep
into your roots.
I am your footsteps
treading softly
in my muse.
I am that thick smoke spiraling
towards heaven’s gates.
When your pyre was quietly lit
I am also the grey ash
languishing on this wasted Earth.
I am
A COMPLETE YOU
and…..
AN EMPTY ME…
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 7:31 PM UTC
The power to
Love is God's greatest gift to man,
For it never will be taken from the
Blessed one who loves
Love lies in the soul alone,
Not in the body, and like wine
Should stimulate our better self
To welcome gifts of Love Divine.
KAHLIL GIBRAN
Jul 19, 2014
Jul 19, 2014 at 12:06 AM UTC
I was,
And I am.
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
I have cleft the vast spaces of the infinite, and
taken flight in the world of fantasy, and drawn nigh
to the circle of light on high.
Yet behold me a captive of matter.
I have hearkened to the teachings of Confucius,
and listened to the wisdom of Brahma, and sat be-
side the Buddha beneath the tree of knowledge.
Behold me now contending with ignorance and
unbelieving.
I was upon Sinai when the Lord showed Himself
to Moses. By the Jordan I beheld the Nazarene's
miracles. In Medina I heard the words of the Apostle
of Arabia.
Behold me now a prisoner of doubt.
I have seen Babylon's strength and Egypt's glory
and the greatness of Greece. My eyes cease not
upon the smallness and poverty of their works.
I have sat with the witch of Endor and the priests
of Assyria and the prophets of Palestine, and I cease
not to chant the truth.
I have learned the wisdom that descended on India,
and gained mastery over poetry that welled
from the Arabian's heart, and hearkened to the music
of people from the west.
Yet am I blind and see not; my ears are stopped
and I do not hear.
I have borne the harshness of unsatiable con-
querors, and felt the oppression of tyrants and the
******* of the powerful.
Yet am I strong to do battle with the days.
All this have I heard and seen, and I am yet a
child. In truth shall I hear and see the deeds of
youth, and grow old and attain perfection and
return to God.
I was,
And I am
So shall I be to the end of time,
For I am without end.
Jun 27, 2014
Jun 27, 2014 at 6:47 PM UTC
And the God of gods seperated a Spirit from Himself and created in it beauty.
He gave to it the lightness of the breeze at dawn an the fragrance of the flowers of the field and the softness of moonlight.
Then He gave to it a cup of joy, saying:
"You shall drink and of it except that you forget the Past and heed not the Future."
And He gave to it a cup of sadness, saying: "You shall drink and know therefrom the meaning of life's rejoicing."
Then He put therein a Love that would foresake it with the first sigh of satisfaction; and Sweetness that would go out therefrom with the first word uttered.
And He caused to descend upon it knowledge fron the heaven's to guide it in the way of Truth.
And plantedin its depths Sight, that it might see the unseen.
Therein He created Feeling to flow with images and phantom forms;
And clothed it with a garment of Yearning woven by angels from rainbow strands.
In it He did put the darkness of Confusion, which is Light's image.
And the God took fire from Wrath's furnace, and a Wind from the deseert of Ignorance, and Sand from the saeashore of Selfishness, and Earth from beneath the feet of the ages, and He created man.
He gave to him unseeing Force to rise up in fury with madness and subside before lust.
And God of gods smiled and wept and knew a Love boundless and without limit, and He mated Man with his Spirit.
May 8, 2015
May 8, 2015 at 1:14 PM UTC
I once knew a guy. He worked 2nd shift at a factory. This ************ was always complaining about how much he hated his job. How can he not be grateful to have a job that pays $9.75 an hour?!
He would always say that he made $16.00 an hour when he was working construction, which he
Had been doing since he was 15 years old. Is he a ******* lunatic? If I were making $16.00 an hour, Id have a hell of a drinking problem, and a wife who I could look at while we **** **** this kid is a rotten liar. That was his story until about 3 or 4 weeks later. Now he was a boxer. "Yeah, almonds are really high in protein, and protein helps build muscle back up after its broken down."
I cant believe these ******* ignorant people are actually believing this kid. In less than a month he went from a supposed construction worker, to a boxer. ******* Bob the builder to Rocky… If he was making $16.00 an hour, why would he take this job? I asked him this one day, and he said, "My boss was just too much of an ******* What a line of **** Like I said. I would give my left ******* nut to be making that wage. If he's serious, then I am currently speaking to the dumbest ************ I have EVER met.
"I'm a boxer now, don’t **** with me"
Do you think you’re a badass because you're wearing a shirt that says Stone Gym, with a pair of boxing gloves around it? Let me explain something you little punk….If you were EVER to try some of your little **** games around me, I would take a ******* crowbar to your neck without a second thought. Think about it….What would win? A crowbar? Or some ******* tattooed knuckled hands? Think about it.
5 weeks later….
Next thing I know he is coming into work with books. Charles Dickens, Henry D. Thoreau, Paulo Coelho, Kahlil Gibran, Plato….
What the ****
So you're really working your way up the ladder. You go from construction, to boxing, to being a ******* scholar? Let me tell you something you little ******* these ignorant factory pigs might be buying all of your ******** but I'm not. Let me guess….You're going to be writing poetry in the next "phase" of your life….
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 1:23 AM UTC
With might and power earth springs forth
out of earth;
Then earth moves over earth with dignity
and pride;
And earth from earth builds palaces for
Kings,
And lofty towers and godly temples for
all people,
And weaves strange myths, strict laws,
and subtle dogmas.
When all these thungs are done, earth
wearies of earth's labour,
And from it's light and darkness it creates
Grey shadows, and soft drowsy fancies,
and enchanting dreams.
Earth's slumber then beguiles earth's
heavy eyelids,
And they close upon all things in deep and
quiet slumber.
And earth calls out unto earth, saying:
" Behold, a womb am I, and I am a tomb;
A womb and a tomb I shall remain forever,
Ay, even until stars are no more,
And until the suns are turned into dead
ashes."
Sep 4, 2015
Sep 4, 2015 at 9:53 PM UTC
All unconscious in our time
We loved what we knew not
Love is love and in its fullness
Knows not itself for that we need
Art and memory but in our time
All we had was the moment and
If we only knew how precious it
Was we could not have loved it
More; we would have loved it less
That is what makes it so poignant.
We pass thru time in a sleep. We
Do not see its passing until it is no
Longer but is changed into another
Time. Our time is particular and a
Peculiar dream. Quaint our lives
Now seem. The music, the town.
The neighborhood. the people we
Knew. the people we were. We pass
into another time unaware. Remember
The penny candy store. An old man. the
Single glass counter in one small room
In an old wooden building all long gone
Seems like only yesterday I used to stop
In there on the way home from elementary
School but it was long ago and all is changed
Now is a mystery and we still love it more
Than we can ever know in the magic moment.
Those Amber times seen thru the dusty glass
Cry with me a little my friend for times gone
You were innocent then and did not know it
And will be again when you wake from this
Long dream it will be true that it too was loved
By you and that you too were loved. in the gold
Of His memory Held in the psalms of His hands
"And ever has it been that love knows not its own
depth until the hour of separation," Kahlil Gibran
The Prophet
"You paved paradise and put up a parking lot
You don't know what you've got till its gone..."
Joni Mitchell Blue Album
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 11:59 AM UTC
A for Anne Sexton, again and again!
The love and the anger had come back again!
B for Bob Dylan, ballad of a thin man!
Walk into a room with a pencil in your hand!
C for Charles Baudelaire, am not shore on his French!
D for Dylan Thomas, that child's Christmas made sense!
E for Edgar Allan Poe Annabel Lee!
It was a many a many a year ago, in a kingdom by the sea!
F for Francisco de Quevedo, the Spanish I couldn't understand!
G for George Eliot, her proper names Mary Anne!
H for homer the Iliad book 13!
Wolfs in the Forrest, and the battle could be seen!
I for Isabella Velancy Crawford, A Harvest song!
Her poetry was so lovely, and nothing spelt wrong!
J for Jim Morrison, My bestest poet of all!
Is music is "king" his rock stood so tall!
K for Kahlil Gibran, I awaken I stare at the sun!
An artist, a poet, a writer, but sadly all his works been done!
L for Lewis Carrol, the hunting of the snark!
M for Matsuo Basho, the true master of his heart!
N for Nizar Qabbani, a poet that was so sweet!
A diplomat a publisher, I hope you R.I.P.
O for Oscar Wilde, in the good room - A Harmony!
Ivory hands, on the Ivory keys!
Strayed in a fitful fantasy!
P for Pablo Picasso, the morning of the world!
A painter, a sculptor, a print maker, a ceramicist not known to us all!
Q for Quincy Troupe, skulls along the river!
What a greater poet, and what a greater performer!
R for Robert Frost, nothing gold can stay!
1864 - 1963!
S for Sylvia Plath, she wrote love is a parallax!
She also got found with her head in the oven, the poor soul died of inhaling gas R.I.P
T for Ted Hughes, a poet and children's writer!
U for all you poets!
Your futures looking brighter!
V for Victor Hugo, the grave and the Rose!
He wrote about the Dews of dawn!
And always mentioned his Rose!
W for William Shakespeare, a poet that he was!
He'll be up there somewhere special!
Playing and writing for the Gods!
X for --xtra space, I couldn't leave it blank!
Y for Yoda Buson!
And Z will have to stay blank-----------
Mar 6, 2020
Mar 6, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
Lawrence Hall, HSG
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The Dime-Store Philosophy of Kahlil Gibran
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The dime-store philosophy of Kahlil Gibran
(“Daddy, what’s a dime-store? And what’s a dime?”)
Reposing mostly undisturbed on brick-and-board shelves
The free-verse love-salad of Rod McKuen
And Lord of the Rings in 50-cent paperbacks
The Seekers played over and over on the phonograph
(“Daddy, what’s a phonograph? Is it something bad?”)
Have you heard The Mamas and the Papas’ latest single?
Peter, Paul & Mary in “stacks of wax”
Three-chord commandos in every coffee shop
Looking back - it wasn’t the greatest stuff
But for the time and place, it was good enough
Feb 25, 2024
Feb 25, 2024 at 4:24 PM UTC
"What is the fear of want but want itself?"
-- Kahlil Gibran
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:13 AM UTC