Poetry Monday

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)



by William Shakespeare






My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;


Coral is far more red than her lips' red;


If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;


If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.


I have seen roses damasked, red and white,


But no such roses see I in her cheeks;


And in some perfumes is there more delight


Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.


I love to hear her speak, yet well I know


That music hath a far more pleasing sound;


I grant I never saw a goddess go;


My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.


And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare


As any she belied with false compare.

Poetry Monday

Do not go gentle into that good night



by Dylan Thomas






Do not go gentle into that good night,


Old age should burn and rave at close of day;


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.






Though wise men at their end know dark is right,


Because their words had forked no lightning they


Do not go gentle into that good night.






Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright


Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.






Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,


And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,


Do not go gentle into that good night.






Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight


Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.






And you, my father, there on the sad height,


Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.


Do not go gentle into that good night.


Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

5 for Sunday

back to something a little more literary...like 5 of my favorite romance novels!

Shanna- Kathleen Woodiwiss  "Shanna is a brat, but I'd like my own Ruark."


Jezebel's Sister- Emily Carmichael

"Wild West hookers meet a Christian wagon train led by a wanted man...I laughed out loud at this one"

Rose In Winter- Kathleen Woodiwiss

"We should all have our own Christopher..."

Scandalous- Karen Robards 

"Ummm, what dead brother? He won't mind us spending his money- really!"

 Devil's Desire- Laurie Mc Bain   "Elysia & Alex are a hoot as they learn to love each other"

Poetry Monday

Eating Poetry


by Mark Strand





Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.

There is no happiness like mine.

I have been eating poetry.



The librarian does not believe what she sees.

Her eyes are sad

and she walks with her hands in her dress.



The poems are gone.

The light is dim.

The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.



Their eyeballs roll,

their blond legs burn like brush.

The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.



She does not understand.

When I get on my knees and lick her hand,

she screams.



I am a new man.

I snarl at her and bark.

I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

5 for Sunday

This week- 5 more men that I find very attractive

 David Tennant

 the Big Dead Bastard

 Vin Diesel

 Gareth David-Lloyd

 Denzel Washington

Happy 4th of July!

thanks to Google Images for the photo.

Poetry Monday

The Congressional Library [excerpt]



by Amy Lowell










Where else in all America are we so symbolized


As in this hall?


White columns polished like glass,


A dome and a dome,


A balcony and a balcony,


Stairs and the balustrades to them,


Yellow marble and red slabs of it,


All mounting, spearing, flying into color.


Color round the dome and up to it,


Color curving, kite-flying, to the second dome,


Light, dropping, pitching down upon the color,


Arrow-falling upon the glass-bright pillars,


Mingled colors spinning into a shape of white pillars,


Fusing, cooling, into balanced shafts of shrill and interthronging light.


This is America,


This vast, confused beauty,


This staring, restless speed of loveliness,


Mighty, overwhelming, crude, of all forms,


Making grandeur out of profusion,


Afraid of no incongruities,


Sublime in its audacity,


Bizarre breaker of moulds,


Laughing with strength,


Charging down on the past,


Glorious and conquering,


Destroyer, builder,


Invincible pith and marrow of the world,


An old world remaking,


Whirling into the no-world of all-colored light.

5 for Sunday

Break out the drool bibs! It's time for 5 men who make me go weak in the knees!

 Rick Springfield

 Akshay Kumar

 John Cusack

 Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson

 John Barrowman