Warm and peaceful
An alabaster light
Softness and ease
Dandelion clocks
Stopped at one
And the world
Takes a breath.
I tasted the leaf
Of a milkmaid flower
And it was sweet and spicy
Honeyed air
All around me
This stillness is
Loaded with life
It's generous and giving
Singing with brightness
And skylarks rejoicing. #poetry
If you look close enough at life,<br></br>observe with care the galaxy<br></br>and navel-gaze for long enough,<br></br>you will in time be made to see<br></br>we cannot by mere science find<br></br>an answer to the question why;<br></br>our lamp-oil may be well refined,<br></br>but we will still in darkness die.<br></br><br></br>We live atop a heavy tower<br></br>that teeters on its burdened base:<br></br>we drink a fresh-poured pint of power<br></br>and revel in our heightened place.<br></br>By intellect we’ve donned the crown,<br></br>from Babel’s peak we now aspire;<br></br>yet we’ve neglected to look down<br></br>and see the fundaments on fire.<br></br><br></br>Our morals have not matched our means:<br></br>for in this world that we’ve designed,<br></br>self-interest coldly contravenes<br></br>our common cause, and leaves us blind.<br></br>We’ve found a thousand ways to kill<br></br>but lost the ways to live, to feel –<br></br>we have engineered a modern marvel<br></br>and fallen asleep at the wheel.<br></br>
cant you see, who is me, i gave you an open door, can i be who you need, do i need to be more, can i go where you go, should i hide until im more should i try should i fight, should i cry like before T.F. Burke poetry #poetry
ive been through enough, how much stronger do i need to be, things got tough, but i kept my empathy, ive given enough, how much more can you need, through it all, i still remain to be me T.F. Burke poetry
There’s a chance I might get to read one of my poems on national television. I’m thinking maybe I’ll read the one about what it’s like to have chronic tinnitus. It’s never been published anywhere, and I think it’s a good one. #poetry#PoetryCommunity
It took the work of years to make us friends,<br></br>of hours of hardship, days of idle chatter –<br></br>of conflict, followed by sincere amends;<br></br>of arguments that simply didn’t matter –<br></br>and we were young, and thought we’d have our lives<br></br>to be close by and never out of touch.<br></br><br></br>How wrong we were! The memory survives<br></br>of you and I, and hasn’t tarnished much,<br></br>but you are gone and shan’t in time return.<br></br><br></br>I wonder if I come across your thoughts,<br></br>or if mine was a bridge you meant to burn:<br></br>its blackened span yet stands; its trestle rots.<br></br><br></br>It took the work of years to build our bond,<br></br>and in the space of seconds it was gone.<br></br>
One day I was out by Annapolis slip
When I suddenly decided to take a dip
A girl on the bank
shouted out from the ranks
Sir, we’d really prefer you don’t strip