I won't be posting my poems anymore. If you'd like to still read them, send me a quick email to:

stonedpenguins@gmail.com

requesting to read them, or comment here and give your email address.

i'll periodically post a poem..and then take it off when write a new one.

I want to write books.

The Waking by Theodore Roethke

I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

Tacit Sorrow

Wake up at dawn.
Do not drift.
Scratch the yawn,
and drink the mist.

Don't knock on water,
or spit on stone.
They baptize water,
you'll fall on stone.

Lie down in riverbed,
on mud below.
The brown leaves mingle,
with grey minnow

Trickling brook,
green fern and wet lily.
Tickling brook.
Dragon fly lazy.

Burning air,
reflecting sol.
Murky glare,
untill nightfall.

Distant quiet.
Chirping frog.
Croacking cricket.
Silent fog.

Lichen red rock.
lays beside green reeds.
Your chewing stalk,
while tending weeds.

Soundless lament.
Raised up to dark sky.
Muffled whispers,
whistle why.

Athena

mossy hair
empty eyes
empty stare
marble thighs

naked tenure
stand up straighted
hidden figure
status faded

a white toga worn
across ancient chest
agora forlorn
by time and conquest

carved to guard
temple pagan
not unscarred
quiescent maiden

Anonymous

As for the sun, its brightly lit.
Proudly beaming as would befit.
It rules eight planets with might gaze,
and creates time with months and days.

Flint (For the Unemployed and Underpaid) by Sufjan Stevens

It's the same outside
Driving to the riverside
I pretend to cry
Even if I cried alone

I forgot the start
Use my hands to use my heart
Even if I died alone
Even if I died alone

Since the first of June
Lost my job
And lost my room
I pretend to try
Even if I tried alone

I forgot the part
Use my hands to use my heart
Even if I died alone
Even if I died alone
Even if I died alone
Even if I died alone
Even if I died

We do not write because we want to; we write because we have to.
- W. Somerset Maugham