Modest Venus

"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash." Leonard Cohen

[modest-venus]

Blue Ridge

An ancient water's basin towering mountain horizon greets my crying face blue hues of coloration;

Red cheeks of frustration Why can't this be my everyday vacation? Sunset says Welcome to Carolinacation--

Dream of artistic vocations dreamers' idealizations, What's the hesitation?

Green mountain greenbacks, Laundering the stream muddy river flowing It is as it seems

Derelict back alleys Disrespect, low valleys Low men of the highland Sad them of the brave land

Americans, we stand proud faces of my friends Freedom in empty country I cannot really understand

Myself I stand upon the ridge In open discussion with the wind tongue wraps around the trees What secrets do they keep?

Soft gale enters ears Plays the sound I wish to hear: Embrace the imperfections Or waste your youthful years

When the day is done A baby born, turns one Until Thy kingdom comes, Live with constant love.

-a.whitehouse

[modest-venus]

I'd love to travel the seven seas but here I am, where I'd ought not be- Stuck in the middle Feeling outweighed The odds are against me Will I ever be free?

I'd love to travel between stars and moon and there I was, right where I'd ought to be- Pinned in the middle Feeling unclear, but the tides changed swiftly- I love being free

A.W.

[modest-venus]

[modest-venus]

[modest-venus]

You look at her and see the lines around her nose that don't quite vanish like they used to like they did when she was close to you. You look at him and stare-- the furrow in his brow that didn't look so lost didn't look so mean the day you looked away and sought a different dream.

[modest-venus]

Drunk on his words, She drowned in them. Condemned beneath black waves and Anchored close to him. Earth swallowed metal yet The chain had not been broken. A ship still weathered fair and The shore was fast approaching. Moon covered sun and There was darkness during day. Tides went out to sea but, She would soon be okay.

[purplebuddhaproject]

Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.

Mark Twain (via purplebuddhaproject)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

Don’t walk too far away from the child within you, and never abandon the sense of wonder that magnifies the smallest of things into mountains of joy. For one day, when you lose sight of happiness, that child within can guide you back to the things that once nourished your heart.

Dodinsky (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[ancientorigins]

Incredible places, amazing photos: Amazing beauty of New Zealand

[aspiritualwarrior]

Be like a tree and let the dead leaves drop.

Rumi

[thecalminside]

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

Louise Erdrich (via thecalminside)

[thecalminside]

Mind is not in any one place. Every cell in this body has its own intelligence. The brain is sitting in your head, but mind is all over the place.

Jaggi Vasudev (via thecalminside)

[onlinecounsellingcollege]

The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.

Ernest Hemingway (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

[crevoke]

You must be prepared to work always without applause.

Ernest Hemingway

[aseaofquotes]

T.S. Eliot, The Cocktail Party

[modest-venus]

"Home"

Chimes you hear in the wind-- Blanketed in afternoon breeze, Dog walkers, sleuths, the unkind Familiars--you've known their needs. Vultures tear down the koi pond, Shaking scales from their teeth Licking fishbones since late dawn The scavengers' stolen feast. Felines croak like bullfrogs Searching in the government's winter Land of nothing free and barely brave. -Anastasia K.O. [Note: Poetry has gone political. Keeps mind off of internal turmoil. Focus on changing external negatives into positives.]

[evanrsiers]

[ LITERATURE EDITORIAL SERIES ] Dante’s The Inferno

↳ Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.