I’m wondering where are our
outraged Senators
and where’s the
concerned throng
Craig R. Kirchner
“The bloom in life is worth the few thorns along the way.” Kerri Rochelle
A rainbow is draped across the roof of the sky. Willowdown
the soul doesn’t abandon us; we wander from the purity of simple vision Rich Roach
although the roadmaps are plentiful reliable signposts are scarce… Willowdown
As children look up, we must always kneel down. They are the eyes and ears and the knowledge of the future, not to mention our pension providers. Douglas (bongler)
Poets sing the songs of rivers and they sing the songs of stones; Willowdown
“living in the gratitude that is “happiness doubled by wonder” Brian (meadowglenfarm)
“Okra was not intended to be eaten, it is just a practical joke that got outta hand.” zJared
… there is a pulse within Winter, a sense of flight and imaginative sensation. Gwendrina
In the hour of absent Emperors even a common purveyor of mushrooms may be mistaken for one of the Primordial Ones. Willowdown
free flight of fancy, it’s the only way to travel bongler (Douglas)
In stillness we find our brightest reflections of great light. Jantanleo
Of all the creature’s that He’s blessed I think He likes His songbirds best: Willowdown
“In winter, … every branch is a bare hand Reaching out to a limitless sky” Brian Lowry
The soul bares itself like the landscape and seeks more of the light, exhales its fear and remembers the vulnerability of being human. Gwendrina
“man-made does not stand a chance at outdoing God-made” trinimade
“The art of living, finding wildflowers while we wait.” smzang
The night allows us to dream of the possibilities of tomorrow. Trinimade
Even infinity can be claustrophobic at times! Willowdown
“Before the night is done I will travel far on faith alone.” smzang
“We are too small to see the vastness of things.” Willowdown
The water is the ultimate place… free of the weight of land, clear of the sullied wind …and nearer to God than any place imaginable. (The dolphins figured this out eons ago… that’s why they returned!) Gene Dixon
“Where there is peace, there is a chance to find more” Jantanleo
He never knew he was influential, humble men never do. Dee 827
The clock was a mere invention of man, but dust, it is the true timekeeper
Sam Klingensmith
even with broken wings –
oh, how the wounded one sings. Jantanleo
With new moons on an old rock Mark Steven Scheffer
a crane shares her name
but she retains her own
aquatic bloom.
Wendy Howe
In the desert,
The sun rules the day
and the day is long
zJared
Forward motion is not
necessarily progress
and a step
backwards
doesn’t mean defeat.
smzang
we mix fruit with spirits,
fatigue with a soft twist
of candlelight,
and jazz with a dream
of stealing back our youth
Wendy Howe
what I sowed in anger
I reaped in kind
but seeds I sowed in sorrow
sprouted in forgiveness
in time.
Wintersong
throw me
to that incredible crescent moon.
jantanleo
The poet finds a bowl upon a table.
He sees it empty past the bulging fruit;
He comes to it as mendicant.
Mark Steven Scheffer
Poetry is breath, expression borne out of passion and contemplation.
Wendy Howe
What is poetry?
My style defines it for me.
Craig R. Kirchner
I am an incurable, card carrying romantic who keeps bits and pieces of past pleasant times and places in jars, boxes, and envelopes… Simply Maire
My grandmother’s apron
The front floured with flowers
That went well with hugs
Simply Maire
Throw away your mascara,
mousse and underwear.
Wear these lines for a week,
Craig R. Kirchner
I’d walk a mile
for a smile.
Groriter
“Options, to celebrate or grieve.
Tomorrow I will buy a puple hat!
I always thought that
I would be the first to leave.”
Dee827
She never stays long in one place
She’s found no space
where she can leave all her tears.
Dee827
I seem to forget everything after the fifth Guinness!
Macoushla
Life is a journey. The question is, to where? Poetry is, among other things, and for some, an attempt to mediate between the beginning and the end.
Mark Steven Scheffer
I must say (unhumbly) that it proves what I discerned when I decided to stay here: this is individually and collectively the most intelligent and poetically sensitive as well as creative family i’ve ever encountered. Mattachak
Speaking for myself the pain does not vanish or even get smaller. I have learned that it is up to me to transmute it into joy. Mattachak
i remember catching a frog
July 3rd, l939
just before the fireflies
sang joy to the world
Wintersong
Profundity resides in simplicity.
Wintersong
The above quotes, along with those on Bon Mots 1, were brought forward from
The Peaceful Pub interactive forums. The ones from this point forward will be
gleaned from the wisdoms of the authors on the pages of this blog. We are asking
all who read the work at The Peaceful Pub blog to keep a vigilant eye for quotable quotes in the content and to post them as a reply on this page. Please include the
title of the piece they are from and the name of the author you’re quoting.
“Earth holds her treasures with a loving hand
that opens but to Heaven’s own command.” -SMZ
SMZang’s A Flower Blooms
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MSS in Bourgeios Martyrdom
“Yours is a Wrigley stick wrapper martyrdom,
that gets caught in the grate
on streets whose heroics
were stickball.”
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Bongler in Donation
““the flicker flame of conscience
is an all invasive scream,””
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Jantanleo in Carry On
“You will meet your sky”
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Wendy Howe in a reply:
“we routinely , each day, observe the details that comprise the rhythms and scenery of changing seasons and circumstances in life but it takes one sound to awaken our entire sensory awareness”
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From “The Tea Trade” by MAHislop
“And when my cup meets yours
you sail, and reach my undiscovered shores”
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Bongler (Douglas) in Indelible
“we are of suits and citadels,
clothed mostly in disguise,”
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trinimade in 1990 – 2017
“May God bless our nation”
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Wendy Howe in Awnings
“your height
over mine, blocking
too much wind or light,
distance or shadow.”
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Ptc in Mama’s Sewing Machine
“Saved with patches
Mended the tears
Hemmed the edges”
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Craig Kirchner in Amtrak
“All seem motivated by some God-like force to flee at the same time,
but move poorly as a unit like a funnel full of
roaches.”
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Craig Kirchner in Coolie
“the constant dream is he as seated,
the jitney pulls itself,”
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MAHislop in Tea Trade
“you’ve sailed so far. And when my cup meets yours,
you sail, and reach my undiscovered shores”.
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Ptc in The Chorale Conductor
“Practiced in the art of taking sound from strangers,”
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Ptc in a response:
““Angel, or faery, or maybe a wisp of energy,” They are much the same, aren’t they?”
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Jantanleo in Summer Me:
“Oh, Time, stall thyself, be mine. Be mine”
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Rebecca Munday in Boot Sale:
“his yearning thoughts, though thin as air
laid all his untold secrets bare;”
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Bongler in ” Being Ten ”
(a boy and his dog)
“run with the wind in a small eternity”
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Kalliejazz in ” Persuasion ”
“Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.”
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Kalliejazz in ” Persuasion ”
“Absorbing the luscious,
we blossom toward the miraculous.”
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KallieJazz in Persuasion
“Leaves rustle & fall, the ache of
Kyoto in irretrievable autumn.”
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Kalliejazz in Persuasion
“Absorbing the luscious,
we blossom toward the miraculous”
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Ely Burns in Changing Seasons:
““windshield wipers
Beating like demented metronomes”
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Ely Burns in Changing Seasons:
“Cold wet weather needs a cook in the kitchen.”
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Jantanleo in Holding the Flag
“waves of memories return
to her heart’s keeping.”
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Gwendrina in Optimism
“with her back to the sky,
her hair falling in flame-
she lingered.”
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Bongler in Fragments of the Whole
“Time stored all, but kept its council”
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Rebecca Munday in “It seems like only yesterday”
“So I turned, but just a little too late;
He was gone, leaving an imprint that
will remain as indelible as his winter”
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mahislop in The Things I Cannot Do
” I
can hold these things, but cannot hold them at bay”
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mahislop comment:
“You dream awake: there are your feet unbound.”
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Wendy Howe in The Lorelei in Transition:
“a song recorded in the bones”
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Wendy Howe in The Lorelei in Transition:
” her need to dream
in that corner where the sun keeps its distance —
and time sleeps under the eyelid of a leaf.”
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Jantanleo in a reply:
“Time moseys on as we drift in and out like tides in our measured seasons.”
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Gwendrina in “Premiere”
” A hum
of kind wind
kidnapping her ears.”
“Spring listens in her shawl
woven of dandelion ash”
“what’s left of its loosened weave
mingles leaf and sap stain , feather wisp & thistle hair
insect wing & shell.”
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Bush Bard in “Reminiscing With Henry.”
“The gold has long but disappeared, though grape vines grow here still;
red wine is known around the world; I know, I’ve had my fill.”
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Bongler in New for Old
“It is like the unfolding of a flower,
only briefly gifted, but as the child,
so beautiful in its simplicity;
knowing it only has to be,”
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Marion Appenzeller in her poem “Lilac Time” posted by her daughter Wendy Howe
“when spring opens
her parasol of lilacs
over the lawn,
I think of you”
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bongler (Douglas)
“As for the great fossil fuel burn; it will end soon enough as the tipping point is long past. Just think, what powers our world today was tens of millions of years in the making, but has been hardly more than a hundred years in the wasting. What fools we are.”
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bongler (Douglas)
“Problem is, our span on this planet is relatively short, which means the snouts in the trough just don’t give a damn about tomorrow as they will never have to face the consequences.”
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Jantanleo in “Believe”
So much enjoyed this lovely faith-filled poem.
“Like a critter holding on,
I stay near comforters—
what’s bright,
refreshing rains,
returning light.”
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