Archive for December, 2011
Charles Bukowski
Posted in Featured Poet, Poetry with tags american writer, celebrity, Charles Bukowski, fame boredom, fruit, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poet, poetry blogs, TV, writers on December 31, 2011 by lkthayer
gone abroad
I sit under the tv lights
and am interviewed again
I am asked questions
I give answers
I make no attempt to be
brilliant.
to be truthful
I feel bored
and I almost never feel
bored.
“do you?…” they ask.
“oh, yeah, well I…”
“and what do you think of…”
“I don’t think of it much. I
don’t think too much…”
somehow it ends.
that evening somebody tells me
I’m on the news
we turn the set on.
there I am. I look pissed.
I wave people off.
I am bored.
how marvelous to be me without
trying.
it looks on tv
as if I knew exactly what I
was doing.
fooled them
again.
from Dangling In The Tournefortia – 1981
Fruit For Thought…
Posted in Fruit For Thought with tags Dale Carnegie, fruit, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, photography, poetry blogs on December 26, 2011 by lkthayer
Happy Holidays from The Juice Bar!!
Posted in Poetry with tags fruit, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, holidays, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, poets, writers on December 23, 2011 by lkthayer
Holidays by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The holiest of all holidays are those
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.
Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
The secret anniversaries of the heart,
When the full river of feeling overflows;–
The happy days unclouded to their close;
The sudden joys that out of darkness start
As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
White as the gleam of a receding sail,
White as a cloud that floats and fades in air,
White as the whitest lily on a stream,
These tender memories are;–a fairy tale
Of some enchanted land we know not where,
But lovely as a landscape in a dream.
HapPy cHrisTmaS !
Posted in Poetry with tags Christmas, Joey, Mitch & Lisa on December 21, 2011 by lkthayer
I wish I could send Joey back to you Lisa XXX
Fruit For Thought…
Posted in Poetry with tags cause & effect, fruit, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, ralph waldo emerson, seeds on December 20, 2011 by lkthayer
Orange you glad, you have what you have?
Posted in Fruit For Thought, Poetry with tags blues, Christmas, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, Muddy Waters, musician, oranges, poetry blogs, writers on December 18, 2011 by lkthayer
“I got up one Christmas morning and we didn’t have nothing to eat. We didn’t have an apple, we didn’t have an orange, we didn’t have a cake, we didn’t have nothing.”
Muddy Waters
Stephen John Kalinich
Posted in Guest Squeeze, Poetry with tags L. K. Thayer's Foto Fetish, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, photography, poet, poetry blogs, stephen john kalinich, writers on December 15, 2011 by lkthayer
“be the calm you seek
under the rock is a treasure
a view you have not seen before
joy fills the Universe
do not wait for joy to occur within you
express
it and
happiness and grace will be closer
You merge with the soul of peace
and become an instrument for good in the world.
You can be a voice
a force a power
when you know your source
is the infinite composer.”
Arthur Miller
Posted in Poetry with tags actress, arthur Miller, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, marilyn monroe, poet, poetry blogs, writers on December 14, 2011 by lkthayer
• About Marilyn Monroe, by her ex-husband, Arthur Miller: “To have survived, she would have had to be either more cynical or even further from reality than she was. Instead, she was a poet on a street corner trying to recite to a crowd pulling at her clothes.”
Henry Miller
Posted in Poetry, Quotes with tags Henry Miller, juicy, L. K. Thayer's Poetry Juice Bar, poetry blogs, writers on December 14, 2011 by lkthayer
“Why are we so full of restraint? Why do we not give in all directions? Is it fear of losing ourselves? Until we do lose ourselves there is no hope of finding ourselves.”
― Henry Miller
― Henry Miller
