Miss Management's Poetry

I would love it if you would stay awhile, get a cup of tea, read
and just be
Embracing Poetry - then feeding the soul

Wonder and its expression,
in poetry and the arts
are among the most important things
which seem to distinguish
men from other animals,and
intelligent and sensitive people from morons.
Alan Watts - * Wonder a little, Wonder alot *

Jewel Kilcher
There are softer and less tangible parts of ourselves that are so essential to open heartedness, to peace, to unfolding the vision and the spiritual realm of our lives, to exposing our souls. Poetry is a passage into those parts of our being where we understand who we have been and where we will discover and decide who and what we will be. It makes us intimate with ourselves and others and with the human experience. It stirs the divine within us and whispers all the things there are no words for, and this is essential to bring balance and dimension to the human expression. Poetry is the most honest and immediate art form that I have found, it is raw and unfiltered. It is a vital, creative expression and deserves to find greater forums, to be more highly valued, understood, and utilized in our culture and in our lives. There is such wonderful poety in the world that wants to be given voice. My hope is to help inspire an appreciation and expression of that voice. Poet/singer/songwriter Jewel Kilcher

JEWEL Poetry & Folk/Rock Music *click here*

Annie Dillard Pulitzer prize winner for "Pilgrim at Tinker Creek" *click here*

Nietzsche * click here*

Outta Ray's Head " * click here*

Bukowski - These Words I Write Keep Me From Total Madness *click here*

"The most beautiful emotion we can experience is the mystical. It is the power of all true art and science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead. To know that what is impenetrable to us really exists, manifesting itself as the highest wisdom and the most radiant beauty, which our dull faculties can comprehend only in their most primitive forms---this knowledge, this feeling, is at the center of true religiousness. In this sense, and in this sense only, I belong to the rank of devoutly religious men." ---Albert Einstein

DID YOU EVER THINK ABOUT RELATIVITY?
What hopes and fears does
the scientific method imply for mankind?
I don't think that this is
the right way to put this question.
Whatever this tool in the hand of man will produce
depends entirely on the nature
of the goals alive in this mankind.
Once these goals exist,
the scientific method furnishes means to realize them.
Yet it cannot furnish the very goals.
The scientific method itself would not have led anywhere,
it would not even have been born without a
passionate striving for clear understanding.
Albert Einstein (1879-1955)

His Hand
When we cultivate a garden
We walk with God they say,
As he secretly speaks through the flowers,
What our thoughts can never convey.
God smiles to us through the flowers,
To gladden our mortal gaze,
While his charming jewels of goodness,
His thoughts of beauty portrays.
The voiceless lips of the flowers,
Neither murmur, whisper or sing,
Yet they seem to possess a language,
That only God can bring.
You may plant your seeds in the garden,
You may water and tend it with care,
But without his hands to autograph,
There'd be no beauty to share.
By Emma Pidcock (Deborah Hall Great Grandmother)

Caged bird
The caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom
~Maya Angelou~

Thirteen Steps
An angel from hell
The coat of arms that he chose
Full of fear dressed in fury and pride
For years destined to roam
On two wheels called home
An outlaw never alone as he rode
Through the bars down on Main Street
Through the bars of the prisons
With brother Rick as well as others
Of his sisters and brothers by his side
Until broken and busted
Tired and rusted
He thought he had reached
The end of his life
When he buried his wife
With his colors retired
He cast down his pride
Threw his anger aside
Accepted Gods love
From the heavens above
And learned to live
To love and to give
With tears in his eyes
For the babies he’d care
Just a big teddy bear
Until that final thirteenth step
When we saw his soul rise
S. Hall 2001
In memory of J.R. Antonie who died February 11^th, 2001

Valentine for Father
A father is a special friend
With gentle words that care
You’re loving eyes and patient smiles
Bring confidence to bare
I know I seldom say it
And I mean to say it more
You touch the heart of you’re youngest girl
And you really are adored
I slopped it off when I was young
Because I didn’t know
That someday I’d regret the days
I spent without you close
So here I am remembering
The fondest times we’ve shared
And hoping that this Valentine
Will bring love and say I care
Shelley Griffith
Valentine for J.R. Father

Love a good start
I didn’t know what hit me
when you kissed me like you did
it was just a warm sensation
when your hands reached for my chin
and your body pressed so gently
with the beating of your heart
was all I ever needed
to give our love a start
The way you nestled down my neck
and softly kissed my skin
I swear, I couldn’t help myself
I let you take me in
The tender touch of pleasure
as you took your fingertips
and gently warmed me over
then kissed my waiting lips
As you gazed into my eyes
and your smile lights your face
no words were ever spoken
no thoughts could be erased
You're like the moon that casts a shadow
on this weary soul in slumber
and the glow that lifts my body
is the love I will remember
Unknown

MORE BRAIN FOOD:

Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision.
We are traveling by train,
out the windows, we drink in the passing scenes
of children waving at a crossing,
cattle grazing on a distant hillside,
row upon row of corn and wheat,
flatlands and valleys,
mountains and rolling hillsides and city skylines.
But uppermost in our minds is the final destination.
On a certain day,
we will pull into the station. Once we get there,
our dreams will come true
and the pieces of our
lives will fit together
like a completed jigsaw puzzle.
Restlessly we pace the aisles,
damning the minutes waiting, waiting, waiting
for the station.
"When we reach the station, that will be it!" we cry.
"When I'm 18."
"When I buy a new 450sl Mercedes Benz!"
"When I put the last kid through college."
"When I have paid off the mortgage!"
"When I get a promotion."When I reach retirement,
I shall live happily ever after!
Sooner or later, we realize there is no station,
no one place to arrive.
The true joy of life is the trip.
The station is only a dream.
It constantly outdistances us.
"Relish the moment"is a good motto,
especially when coupled with Psalm 118.34:
"This is the day which the Lord hath made;
we will rejoice and be glad in it."
It isn't the burdens of today that drive men mad.
It is the regrets over yesterday and
the fear of tomorrow.Regret and fear are twin
thieves who rob us of today.
So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles.
Instead, climb more mountains,
eat more ice cream,
go barefoot more often, swim more rivers,
watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less.
Life must be lived as we go along.
The station will come soon enough.
By Robert J. Hastings
Condensed Chicken Soup for the Soul

Phenomenal Woman
By Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
I say
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips
The stride of my steps
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me
I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please
and to a man
The fellows stand or
Fall down on their knees
Then they swarm around me
A hive of honey bees
I say
It's the fire in my eyes
And the flash of my teeth
The swing of my waist
And the joy in my feet.
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Men themselves have wondered
What they see in me
They try so much
But they can't touch
My inner mystery.
When I try to show them
They say they still can't see.
I say
It's in the arch of my back
The sun of my smile
The ride of my breasts
The grace of my style.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenal woman
That's me.
Now you understand
Just why my head's not bowed
I don't shout or jump about
Or have to talk real loud
When you see me passing
It ought to make you proud.
I say
It's in the click of my heels
The bend of my hair
The palm of my hand
The need for my care.
'Cause I'm a woman
Phenomenally
Phenomenally woman
That's me.

Cousin Julie
You were about two
The last time
I saw you
I waited all this time
To see you again
Now you are gone
All I have is a picture of you
And my memories
Now you can
Rest in peace
By Heidi Johnson