trust curls all the way down her back!
head-on eye-level all
embracing look from inner space
trust’s own child divine
Risk-taking discoveries
05 Sep 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, Risk-taking Discoveries Tags: above the clouds is no oxygen, and friend to save my life, balloon, freezing, Henry Coxwell, James Glaisher, lack of oxygen, no heat, only teeth to hold the rope, release line in teeth, Risk-taking Discoveries, up, up inthe air
Up, up in the air
above the clouds
is no oxygen
no heat
only teeth to hold the rope…
and friend to save my life!
James Glaisher and Henry Tracey Coxwell broke the world record for altitude on this date in 1862. Glaisher was a British meteorologist, and he wanted to investigate what happened to water vapor at different altitudes. The country had just been through a period of extended drought, and there was much interest in studying rain in particular, and weather in general. In order to get high enough into the atmosphere, Glaisher needed to go up in a balloon. That’s where Coxwell came in. The son of a naval officer, he was an avid and accomplished balloonist as well as a scientist. He built a balloon especially for Glaisher’s project: it was 55 feet wide and 90 feet high. The men and their instruments rose steadily, but they were unprepared for what they would experience above the clouds. At an altitude of five miles, Coxwell started to feel short of breath, and Glaisher had trouble reading his instruments. At 29,000 feet, Glaisher lost consciousness from lack of oxygen, and the balloon continued to drift higher — they later estimated that it rose to 37,000 feet before Coxwell was able to release gas from the balloon and bring the balloon back to earth. Barely conscious himself, with his hands turning black from the extremely cold temperatures, he pulled the release line with his teeth.
Geneen’s Memes
03 Sep 2019 Leave a comment
in Geneen's Memes, Poetry Tags: affection, blessing, every second, Geneen Roth, Geneen's Memes, impossible, Krupalu, MA, Monday, pay attention to sights, sharing 4, smells, soul time, sounds, the riot of life, transformation, Workshop
I am going to a workshop with Geneen at Krupalu in MA .
Once you have studied with Geneen,
you automatically get these memes each Monday.
Wanted to share 4 with you.
di-vine
01 Sep 2019 Leave a comment
in di-vine, Poetry Tags: and firmly there, breasts, di-vine, I wound da vine, into the flute, kissed the petals, my pillar always there, Pinterest, poured da wine, sipped the warmth in there, You are divine
courtesy of Pinterist
wom: Sept 1 /’19 : vine
di-vine
I wound da vine
around your breasts
and kissed the petals there.
I poured da wine
into the flute
and sipped the warmth in there.
You are divine
and firmly made
my pillar always there.
( All rights: Poland)
A Poison Tree
31 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in A Poison Tree, Poetry Tags: A Poison Tree, angry with my foe, bore an apple bright, grew both night and day, I was angry with my friend, into my garden stole, my foe outstretched beneath the tree., painted by Neil Waldman, soft deceitful wiles, sunned it with smiles, told my wrath, watered it in fears, William Blake
painted by Neil Waldman
A Poison Tree
By William Blake
I was angry with my friend:
I told my wrath, my wrath did end.
I was angry with my foe:
I told it not, my wrath did grow.
And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears,
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles.
And it grew both day and night,
Till it bore an apple bright,
And my foe beheld it shine,
And he knew that it was mine, —
And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole;
In the morning, glad, I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree.
“A Poison Tree” by William Blake. Public domain.
HAPPY to be Polish
29 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in HAPPY to be Polish!, Poetry Tags: HAPPY to be Polish!, I LOVE POLISH PEOPLE, protect their own, remain loyal, share & Polish Pride lasts forever, sing, take care, they cook, welcome the needy
I LOVE POLISH PEOPLE
They cook
sing
take care
remain loyal
protect their own
welcome the needy
share &
Polish Pride lasts forever!
free at last
28 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in free at last, Poetry Tags: divide and rule, free at last, Goethe, greatest speech, join hands, let freedom ring, Martin Luthor King, no one could have ever loved so before us, or the same way after us, unite and lead
the Reverend Martin Luther King Jr.,
began what would become one of the greatest speeches in history with,
“I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.”
He ended with, “When we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!”
Goethe wrote,
“A man can stand anything except a succession of ordinary days.”
And, “Divide and rule, a sound motto. Unite and lead, a better one.”
And,
“That is the true season of love, when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved so before us,
and that no one will love in the same way after us.”
silk petals
27 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry, silk petals Tags: a world of want, A World of Want by Tina Schuman, carousel of cars, delphiniums, insights, J Byron Schachner, longings, need, phones chirp, silk petals, the garbage bin
photo by J Byron Schachner
A World of Want
by Tina Schuman
You think your life will go on
like this forever—weekly trips
to the garbage bin, untangling
the green snake of hose between the ferns
and the delphiniums, the coral bells
leaning their long necks
against the back fence.
Today, as I watched the carousel
of cars turn one by one through
the intersection and onto the freeway
I tried to imagine each life.
Not so much where they were
going, but what they were made of:
wounds, illusions, desires, deceits…
Through all of this a preoccupation
with the next perceived need floats-up
like thought bubbles inside my head:
Coffee, Cheetos, sex, a new blouse, a larger house,
a desk fan, appreciation from that one specific person,
the phones chirp, the trip to France.
If I could quiet this conga-line of cravings
what lingering longings would I lament?
What radiant unattached insights
would I muster? Who would I be
without my constant yearnings?
It’s a world of want. You get the idea.
“A World of Want” by Tina Schuman from Praising the Paradox.
Amazon is my friend
26 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry
I miss my friend, Katarina Babanovsky
Amazing Amazon by Katerina Babanovsky
Want to read my reviews of these treasured books I’ve purchased from Amazon?
reflections
26 Aug 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: deadline, here we are between, reflections
wild calm
Deadline
Before the deadline:
Pinch the possibilities!
Squeeze the seconds!
Fashion flickers!
After the deadline:
Exhale elan!
Fancy Freshness!
Somersault
Moments all.
None split asunder:
Undercurrents grow
To undercurrents.
A line is dead
But life-alive.
And here we are
Between.
By Jeanne Poland
11/10/11
All rights reserved.
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