Time to let go by Lynn Long

Time to let go
A melancholy moment with the rising of dawn A sense of clarity come and gone For I've said goodbye again and again In tears that won't flow, for you, my friend Yet, the soul cries liar, I cannot deny,  the feelings of  longing deep inside But, my heart, my heart,  speaks a truth The soul does not know It is time the  heart whispers,  to just let  go

The Notorious V-I-C By Michael Ceraolo

The Notorious V-I-C

That's short for Victoria, and I was and am notorious because I dared to speak of sex ("Let women issue a declaration of independence sexually,                                                           and absolutely refuse to cohabit with men until they are acknowledged as equals in everything, and the victory would be won in a single week")
I was also notorious because I was the embodiment of Whitman's words ('Do I contradict myself? Very well then I contradict myself I am large, I contain multitudes'): practicing Christian principles although I was opposed to organized religion, the first to publish in America The Communist Manifesto in English at the same time Tennie and I were working as the first female stockbrokers, etc.
I gave a speech in Washington, D.C.'s Lincoln Hall on February 16, 1871 Here is part of that speech:
"I come before you to declare that my sex are entitled to the inalienable right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness The fi…

On Dying In A Mass Shooting by Joanne Olivieri

On Dying In A Mass Shooting 
Bloody Chaos
The door swings openrapid fire storm ensuesmy body hurls to the groundchaotic screamsdeadly thunder popspermeate bitter air pocketsand I lie still.
My friends, classmatesscattered around mebreathing dust, residuea warm sea of bloodmingles with otherssaturating wooden floorsand I lie still.
I am slipping awaysoaked in deathblood tears escape my eyesand I cannot seefear embodies my beingI cannot moveand I lie still.
Mom and Dad, I love youmy friends by my side, I love youdon't let me die in vainresist the hate, the feardo it for me, do it for usthe chaos stopsand I lie still.
All I ask is why, please tell me whywhy, why?And I lie stillforever.
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What Do You Feel? A poem for my Sammers By Joanne Olivieri  Website
What do you see? My little guy When seeing the sunrise Outside the window Hearing birds calling And butterflies flitting Amongst the flowers.
What do you see? My little guy When dreaming at twilight Through dull shadows Seeing green forests  And gallant trees Amongst natures path.
What do you feel? My little guy When playtime begins From dusk till dawn Hearing beautiful melodies And jazzy beats Dancing and singing.
I hope you feel The love I hold In my heart For you.

The Art and Craft of Poetry by Joanne Olivieri

The Art and Craft of Poetry.

You wake up in the middle of the night. It is 3:00 am and you cannot get back to sleep. Ideas, street scenes and dreams swirl around in your head activating your creative membranes with words that you know you will forget by dawn. What do you do? Always keep a pen and paper by your bed and jot down those words and ideas. No need to form those words. Those words will become meaningful as you meld them together with your ideas during daylight hours.

The craft of writing poetry does not adhere to the 9 to 5 seven day week venue. Poetry comes to you when you are least expecting it and when you are open to its visit. If you treat poetry as a job it will inevitably fill your days with writer’s block. Poetry is born of the heart and soul and not the brain. The heart holds the poem and the brain forms the style. The following quote by poet Lucille Clifton most adequately describes poetry in its most raw form.

“I think that we’re beginning to remember th…

Being Grateful

To be grateful is to recognize unconditional love.  It is very easy to say "I'm grateful" and "I love you."  Words can slip right off the tongue when you want to get your message across to someone.  However only deeds unselfishly acted upon display the true meaning of unconditional love.
When you have found someone who is there for you at your darkest moments, that is a true friend.  When they instinctively know what you need and provide you with what you need without you even asking for anything, that is rare and beautiful.
To be grateful we need to recognize unconditional love and hold it steadfast within the depths of our soul.

Quietude by Joanne Olivieri

I am extremely excited to announce that my new poetry book titled Quietude is available at:  Here is a brief synopsis:
Experience a poetic journey through life and love from the city by the bay to the streets of Hong Kong and back. Quietude speaks to cultural diversity with a focus on peace and tranquility. The connection between music and nature provides a melodic read through this collection of poetry. You will gain insight into different cultures and traditions and explore each moment through the eyes of a poet who treads softly upon this earth with a serene heart and peaceful mind. 


quiet envelops the trees 
leaves speak foreign tongues 
ancient manuscript 

Poetry is the song your spirit writes.

Wildfowl Pond

The Wildfowl Pond at the San Francisco Botanical Garden

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