L.K. Thayer&#039;s Poetry Juice Bar

Fruit For Thought…

Posted in Fruit For Thought with tags ambition, Edward Dahlberg, fruit, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, photography, poetry blogs, pomegranite on February 27, 2011 by lkthayer

“Ambition is a Dead Sea fruit, and the greatest peril to the soul is that one is likely

to get precisely what he is seeking.”

- Edward Dahlberg

“Friendship is like vitamins, we supplement each other’s

“Daily Dose Of Vitamin C…”

Posted in Fruit For Thought, Photo, Quotes with tags art, fruit, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, liquid2liquid photography, photography, Poetry, Tony Maj, vitamin C on February 26, 2011 by lkthayer

minimum daily requirements” – anonymous

“Vitamin C = Creativity” – LK Thayer

“black with fruit” Photography by

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“Beauty” by Charles Beaudelaire

Posted in Featured Poet, Poetry with tags Charles Baudelaire, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, poets, writers on February 25, 2011 by lkthayer

I am as lovely as a dream in stone;
My breast on which each finds his death in turn
Inspires the poet with a love as lone
As everlasting clay, and as taciturn.
Swan-white of heart, as sphinx no mortal knows,
My throne is in the heaven’s azure deep;
I hate all movement that disturbs my pose;
I smile not ever, neither do I weep.

Before my monumental attitudes,
Taken from the proudest plastic arts,
My poets pray in austere studious moods,

For I, to fold enchantment round their hearts,
Have pools of light where beauty flames and dies,
The placid mirrors of my luminous eyes.

Charles Beaudelaire

Lisa Thayer – Mouth2Mouth

“Angels In The Snow” by L. K. Thayer

Posted in Lyrics, Re-Squeezed with tags cause & affect, hiding, impressions, karma, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, music, snow angels, songs on February 24, 2011 by lkthayer

Don’t toy with my affection boy
This girl don’t wanna play
You can’t say simon says
And then just steal away

Like candy from a baby
Your sweet tooth is too strong
Got lost somewhere in hide n’ seek
You hid away too long

Come out come out
Where ever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

The hula hoop spins round and round
And sometimes it falls down
You have to bend and spin again
Then you can wear the crown

Hear an ocean in a seashell
Make castles in the sand
If you feel like buried treasure
Maybe I can lend a hand

Come out come out
Wherever you are

don’t hide behind your fear
If you make angels in the snow

Then Angels will appear

Jack be nimble
Jack was quick
His flame too hot
To handle
He huffed and puffed
Wasn’t enough
Could not blow out
His candle

I know it’s rough surrender please
Your tendency to stray
Be careful your impression
Will come back to you someday

Come out come out
Wherever you are
Don’t hide behind your fear
If make angels in the snow
Then angels will appear

Angels in the snow
Make angels in the snow

Music – myspace.com/lisathayermouth2mouth

“How like a winter hath my absence been”

William Shakespeare

Posted in Featured Poet, Poetry with tags fruit, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, william shakespeare, writers on February 24, 2011 by lkthayer

How like a winter hath my absence been

From Thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!

What freezings have I felt; what dark days seen,

What old December’s bareness everywhere!

And yet this time removed was summer’s time:

The teeming autumn big with rich increase,

Bearing the wanton burden of the prime

Like widow’d wombs after their lords’ decease;

Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me

But hope of orphans, and unfather’d fruit;

For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,

And, thou away, the very birds are more;

Or if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer,

That leaves look pale, dreading the winter’s near.

William Shakespeare

Juicy Quote

Posted in juicy quote with tags Epictetus, fruit, grapes, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, photography, poetry blogs on February 24, 2011 by lkthayer

“Nothing great is created suddenly, any more than a bunch of grapes or a fig.

If you tell me that you desire a fig. I answer you that there must be time.

Let it first blossom, then bear fruit, then ripen.”

- Epictetus

(In honor of Black History Month)

“Mother Africa” by Theida Salazar

Posted in Guest Squeeze, Poetry with tags Black History Month, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, Theida Salazar, writers on February 23, 2011 by lkthayer

Egypt, Libya, Tunisia, Johannesburg, Mali, Monrovia, Ethiopia, Sierra Leone,
Morocco, GHANA, Botswana, just to name a few
Mother Africa nothing else moves me quite the way you do
The jewel of the Nile, the fertile valley of your sister, mother earth
To all of civilization you have given birth
The green land is the soil that has produced mankind
The red is for the dead &bloodshed to which history’s blind
The blacks the color of the people most beautiful souls
Blood diamonds in the rough precious hills full of gold
From the middle passage where our ancestors sold
Apartheid my heart cried man the enemies bold
Repatriate that’s what Marcus Garvey had told
From Shaka Zulu let me school u down to Hallie Selassie
Queens & Kings Fulfill G-Ds ultimate prophecy
Velocity of freedom and the wisdom supreme
Respect for Mother Africa is the ultimate dream
See king had a dream mines is more like epiphany
The drums beat loud the jungles is the natural symphony
Moshe, Abrahim, Issac, Jacob, Mandella, Kofi Annan,
Stephen Biko, Cleopatra, Desmond tutu were meant to be
I hope one day my name is a similie
That means I did something special for Africa eventually
Like writing this poem I spent spiritual energy
My souls destined essentially like
Zimbabwe, Mozambique, Madagascar & the Sahara
We must preserve the sanctity of their names or its cultural error
Nubian Beings seldom seeing today’s ills we prepara
I try to write & recite & shield like armor you wearer
In the battle (pause)
Revolution is solution we the ultimate cattle
Branded mark of the beast in slave ships when we travel

Please research ya roots in Africa to the belly & womb
Mt Zion third eyeing movement Lazarus Tomb
to revelation resume to tribulation & soon
Anniahilation through salvation this is spiritual grove
Kilimanjaro, makes me know there’s a bright tomorrow
For them boys in Sudan man you know I’m feeling sorrow
And illegal sex trades they Raping our women
In the pools of their valley they invade & they swimming
Aids is rising high & we need a cure
They didn’t ask for the life Lord cant it be something pure
In Native Tongue I great my teacher with knowledge allure
Hamyambo zabari azabuhi- Mwalimu Moshi
Africa’s a part of our culture & heritage guard it closely
The Uganda & Kenya & Somalia locally
Arise & realize where the equator Supposed to be
If Im a Player then my Lair in Mother Africa’s coach to me
Tanzania to Cameroon Coast on Ivory Tunes
Mother Africa I promise I’m coming real soon
Lake Tanganyika I want to swim in her waves & lagoons and sleep like a prince under a cherry moon
& teach a class at one of Oprah’s schools
Darwinism says the 1st man was Africa cool
Hominid -3.2 million yrs from archaeological tool
& you know what they say-Mama ain’t raisin no fools
Hidden like the Gaza strip with Pharaoh’s & Jewels
To the red sea and exodus and spiritual clues
Original land mass they called her Pangaea
80 million yrs of history is onomatopoeia
I wrote these words because I realize that I need u
Africa I love you your legacy will never leave u

“Conclusion” by Arthur Rimbaud

Posted in Featured Poet, Photo, Poetry with tags art, Arthur Rimbaud, butterflies, L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer’s Poetry Juice Bar, photography, poets, writers on February 22, 2011 by lkthayer

The pigeons which flutter in the meadow,
the game which runs and sees in the dark,
the water animals, the animal enslaved,
the last butterflies!.. also are thirsty.
But to dissolve where that wandering cloud is dissolving -
Oh! Favoured by what is fresh!
To expire in those damp violets
whose awakening fills these woods?

Arthur Rimbaud