Wisdom Poems
Meditations on Sand
by Jonathan Goff
Meditations on Sand
irritating.
between my toes,
you are
the bane of my
existence.
you are
a curse in my sandals.
you itch
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The Response: A Standing Invitation
by Jonathan Goff
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
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Ballad of Wasted Years
by Khayelihle Bongiswa Gamedze
I have sang with Tennessee the song of the south,
I have kissed many tender lips with my crimson
mouth.
I have been with Politicians to the mountain top,
I have crossed without doubt the red gates that writ in it, "STOP".
I have danced with a cotton dress that danced in the wind,
And cheated on my wife and told my conscience, "Never mind".
I married two wives just to see if the love was the same,
I have covered with filth and fame my precious
name.
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Moondance
by Jonathan Goff
I: New
I begin in shadow.
Not absence —
restraint.
You wrote of the sea’s hips,
the sand’s eyes,
the sun’s breathless sighs —
five poems,
before you noticed me.
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Lessons Yet To Learn
by Ken Ripley
I grasp for thoughts that others bid me hold,
And eagerly attend my lessons well.
But though I strive, and in the end excel,
What have I learned except what I’ve been told?
And all the words of wisdom spun with gold
Avail me not, for though they weave their spell,
Their voices dim. In turn, I bid farewell
To youthful past and rapidly grow old!
Where stands youth from old men facing death?
I search my lessons vainly for such scope,
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The Response: A Standing Invitation
by Jonathan Goff
cradled by night,
the standing invitation
sings low:
i melt
at your eyes
when they’re heavy–
or flutter open.
i melt
......
How We Witness
by Jonathan Goff
I.
smoke and star-soaked hush—
two chairs, no words. just the night
we held– together.
i watched him breathe and whispered, thank you.
II.
when she left, you wept.
presence hung between us– dew,
prophesying dawn.
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The Cloud of Witnesses
by Jonathan Goff
Caught myself
Yelling at the dishes.
They didn't deserve it.
"An honor--"
they said.
"It is an honor
to witness
the undoing of your wrath–
how it scorches your ribs,
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Dance
by Jonathan Goff
One step
Two step
Rise,
And release
The flaming flags
of fall give way
To a cherry blossom
spring
Always in
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An Address
by Jonathan Goff
what lives
in the word
Brother?
not in name or blood,
but in the way wind knows you,
how light falls across your face,
and dust beneath your feet
soft, unhurried,
whispering
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Sri Chinmoy Ghose (1 poems about Wisdom)
27 August 1931 – 11 October 2007 / Shakpura, Chittagong / Bangladesh (British Era)