Twin stars, aloft in ether clear,
Around each other roll alway,
Within one common atmosphere
Of their own mutual light and day.
And myriad happy eyes are bent
Upon their changeless love alway;
As, strengthened by their one intent,
They pour the flood of life and day.
So we through this world’s waning night
May, hand in hand, pursue our way;
Shed round us order, love, and light,
And shine unto the perfect day.
by CHARLES KINGSLEY (1819–1875)
Public Domain Poetry
Life with the sun in it –
Shaded by gloom!
Life with the fun in it –
Shadowed by Doom!
Life with its Love ever haunted by Hate!
Life’s laughing morrows frowned over by Fate!
Young Life’s wild gladness still waylaid by Age!
All its sweet badness still mocking the sage!
What can e’er measure the joy of its strife?
What boundless leisure
Count the heaped treasure
Of woe, that’s the pleasure
And beauty of Life?
by THOMAS RUNCIMAN (1841 – 1909)
Public Domain Poetry
i lay on the grass & feel how
the flowers push up through my spine
threading me to the divine
the will of modor earth
the smell of honey & i hear how
bees whir above my navel
spreading nature’s table
the pollen will of modor earth
a summer of rain & i smell how
petrichor infuses soil & eaves
wedding with fall’s orange leaves
the solemn will of modor earth
the first snow & i see how
my bridal outfit turns to white
shedding trees stand so quiet
in the mollen will of modor earth
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
those ravens, they tell me to get happy or else
but an empty smile is all they’ll get from me
they cannot possibly see
these hellish thorns inside of me
(scraping me raw)
my tired hollow bones
inside a mess of straw & meat
it’s so hard to be alive
so much easier to be dead
but neither thing seems to like me
look, i’m still here
scarecrow in a grain fed wind
tossed by amber waves
coasting in a lonely life
there’s no way out
those vultures, how can they understand
they say if i’m not happy then to get lost
don’t they realise i already am
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2009
bewildered scarecrow
he must want to cry
in a faded golden field
beneath an auburn sun
wilted scarecrow
she must wonder why
in a hazy neon field
beneath a winter moon
looking for the answer
sweltering sky
mindfill of shadow
a mind full of shadow
ever mindful of shadow
bewildered scarecrow
she must want to sigh
in a jaded golden field
beneath a forlorn sun
jilted scarecrow
he must thunder why
in a crazy neon field
beneath a splinter moon
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2009
unbolt me 