Tag Archives: Poetry

arachnids

A Spider sewed at Night

Without a Light

Upon an Arc of White

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If Ruff it was of Dame

Or Shroud of Gnome

Himself himself inform

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Of Immortality

His Strategy

Was Physiognomy

Emily Dickinson

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Unlike a close friend of mine,

I am not a big fan of spiders,

nor scorpions, nor octopuses.

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

get yourself free

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you reach the end of day

just wishing you could fly away

from people, places and possessions

but as happens with all commitments

you can find yourself caught in such a trap

you get so used to it you can’t find your way back

just assert yourself and hope they won’t all desert you

you know when you are not yourself every day just hurts

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Everybody Hurts Sometimes

Every now and then even a strong man cries.

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May I walk happily, and may it be beautiful before me.

May it be beautiful behind me, happy and and beautiful below.

May it be beautiful above me and may beauty be all around my heart.

In beauty I cry and wonder,  and in beauty there is both my sadness and joy.

Navajo Prayer.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Rest

Today I am the Chief Mourner at my Father’s Funeral.

Rest

Close thine eyes, and rest secure

Thy soul is safe enough; thy body sure;

He that loves thee; He that keeps

And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps

The smiling Conscience in a sleeping breast

Has only peace, has only rest.

Francis Quarles

Poet, 1592 -1644

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

end of days

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That the end of life is not action,

but contemplation ~

being as distinct from doing ~

a certain disposition of mind,

is, in some shape or other,

the principles of all the higher morality.

Walter Pater 1839 – 1894

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Sea of Sorrow

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Drinking from the waters of sorrow

sustains a different kind of life.

This sea is hidden from the rest of the world.

Tears drip of my chin and fall

into an endless flow of liquid love.

This silent sea sparkles with beauty. 

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from Todd Nigro

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

dying in the past

 

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last night, dreaming of your past life

something I was not always part of

I was not there for all those problems

so why are there so many bitter tears

when the leading man disappears?

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

wistful musings

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it’s so quiet in the old ruins

of my mind silent in synchronicity

with cadenced surf counting serendipitous

judgements while each step I take and every breath

whispers as the cold sea measures love’s lost soulfulness

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Rocks and Stones

Is the rock to be moved from its place?

the smooth road teaches us little

give me the hard road to walk alone

strewn with rocks and unforgiving stones

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words and pictures by jack collier

and the girl riding shotgun

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

flower faces

expression of delicate frustration

turning a painted face to the sun

perfumed treasured spring bloom

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words and pictures by jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

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