Charles Bukowski

“Genius might be the ability to say a profound thing in a simple way.”

- Charles Bukowski

Fruit For Thought…

“Truth is a fruit which should not be plucked until it is ripe.”

- Voltaire

Oscar Wilde

He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry that they dare not realise.”

Oscar Wilde quotes

Juicy Quote

Photo by LadyHawk-Thayer

“What I do and what I dream include thee, as the wine must taste of its own grapes.”

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

“Lament For The Poets” by L.K. Thayer

tongues cut from the poets, the poets are hushed
our thoughts evaporate, our vision crushed
the dark nights scold and souls tear
our aching hearts broken, beyond repair

lament for the poets, for the poets are chastised
into dark pools of guilt, waiting to be baptized
gentle lambs long for when we can write
by the harshest glare, shedding all kinds of light

we stare at the doom of an empty white sheet
in hopes of creating something complete
subconscious mining memories unfold
spinning our threads of what’s untold

now that the poets are given a voice
I shred my cocoon and embrace the choice
passion rooted like a weeping willow tree
blessed, I must forgive the sinner in me

Give us, O mother of poets and sisters of men
the courage to write our truth forever, Amen
for scarred are the poets whose hearts bleed
we are called upon to heal, as we are freed

L.K. Thayer

Pencil Drawing of L.K. Thayer by Thor Klaassen

Netherlands © 2012

Fruit For Thought…

“As you go about your daily life, you will encounter many lemons. Sour expressions, sour attitudes, sour auras! The good thing is that if you don’t want to be a lemon, you don’t have to be! Just don’t let those lemons rub themselves all over you! And you don’t even have to save them! Let lemons be lemons! One of the most important things that I have ever learned, is that I don’t have to save people.”
― C. JoyBell C.

Pencil Drawing “vanitas” by Artist

Thor

Klaassen

Netherlands © 2012

“On The Hill” by Mitch Hicks

Snap & Poem Mitch Hicks

Dear old England I leave you now
But return I shall
For trees and patchwork fields call out
This enchanting place forever home
Back soon from where I roam

© 2012

Juicy Quote

“When fate hands you a lemon, make lemonade.”

- Dale Carnegie

Photo Collage by

nebojsa

djokic

“Restless Constellations” by Keith Martin

If the lake of my bones were to be dredged
By the barges of time and my heavy memory
They would slowly bring to the surface
All of the broken hearted people left in
My wake who have drowned under
The piano of my pain and dishonesty
Every decision I have made in my best interest
at the expense of my lover’s ghosts
Would come back and haunt me
And never leave me again
Each pained expression and unleashed tear
Would be pinned to my grey shirts and pants
A reminder of what I have been
And a reminder of who I am to
Those forlorn souls I have injured
I would say to those in my past
Who I have forever crossed,
“come with me and take my hand”
But none of them would return
No one would know how my heart throbbed and tickled.
The rooms these rough souls occupy
Would scream at me to get out and never return
They would ignore me as I bled from my heart
Each of these female memories are on the surface now
They represent everything I have become
Fire hydrants gushing from the open wounds I carry
I feel their fire stinging my malodorous incisions
That can never heal from the fetid infections in this lake
Once Again I see their faces filled with disappointment
Their bitterness does not put out my garlic fire
Nor can bringing them back ever douse
The incorrigible flames I have wrought
I close my eyes to make the memories vanish but
I can never forget the wars that I have left behind
Nor the roots that I have ravaged in time
My heart is a deserted train station devoid of affection
Bees circling in the empty traps looking to sting and vent
In the bottom of my lake there are no voices, or farewells
Or arias or waterfalls to make notice of those I left
Only empty and dead relationships left in my wake
That I wish belonged to somebody, anybody else
Each of these distraught ulcers unearthed represent
The people I have left behind and never contacted again
my restless constellations
Have been shaken from their foundations
Increasingly Leaving me to cry and self pity.
The king of my bones will be crowned with thorns
From each of my former lovers requesting I repent
For each of the sins bought at their alter and never spent
They now reside in rooms full of ashes, filling tunnels into
the doorways of my heart.
Angry warehouses know each of the strands
In my lovers hair have been ruined by webs left in my wake
I have been a bad bad man. Believe me, you do not
Want to know what I have hidden at the bottom
Of my lake. Those items could stick to you and
Infect you with all of the black rooms I cannot deny.

Keith Martin

© 4.19.12

Grapes: “The fruit of Hope”

“My favorite fruit is grapes. Because with grapes, you always get another chance.

‘Cause, you know, if you have a crappy apple or a peach,

you’re stuck with that crappy piece of fruit.

But if you have a crappy grape, no problem -

just move on to the next.”

‘Grapes: The Fruit of Hope.’

Demetri Martin

Photo by LadyHawk

© 2012

(Jack Grapes: L.K. Thayer’s writing teacher)