Twinkle twinkle little bat

Twinkle, twinkle little bat
How I wonder what you're at!
Up above the world you fly,
Like a tea-tray in the sky.

~Lewis Carroll

Moloch

Moloch who entered my soul early! Moloch in whom I am a consciousness without a body! Moloch who frightened me out of my natural ecstasy! Moloch whom I abandon! Wake up in Moloch! Light streaming out of the sky!

~Allen Ginsberg

I have

I have the
secret, I carry
Subversive Salami in My
ragged briefcase
Garlic, Poverty
a will to Heaven

~Allen Ginsberg

Rise like Lions

'Rise like Lions after slumber
In unvanquishable number -
Shake your chains to earth like dew
Which in sleep had fallen on you -
Ye are many - they are few.'

-Percy Bysshe Shelley

Our birth

Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life's Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come...

~William Wordsworth

There's no money

There’s no money in poetry,
but then there’s no poetry in money, either.

— Robert Graves

Poetry is

Poetry is just the evidence of life.
If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”

~Leonard Cohen

Blackbird singing

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly.
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

~Paul McCartney/John Lennon

Death has no power

"Death has no power th'immortal soul to slay,
That, when its present body turns to clay,
Seeks a fresh home; and with unlessened might,
Inspires another frame with life with light and life."

-Ovid

When Irish eyes

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.

~an old Irish Blessing

I'm looking over

I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grow in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before.

~an old Irish Song

My wild Irish Rose

My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare to my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
Someday for my sake she may let me take
A bloom from my wild Irish rose

~an old Irish song

There are a good many reasons

There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head.
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How in the hell can he drink when he's dead?

~an old Irish Saying

Leprechauns

Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
That's the Irish for you!

~an old Irish Blessing

Death

Death is not the end.
Death can never be the end.

Death is the road.
Life is the traveller.
The Soul is the Guide

Our mind thinks of death.
Our heart thinks of life.
Our soul thinks of Immortality.

♥ Sri Chinmoy

Empty

Empty the haunted air...
Unweave a rainbow.

—JOHN KEATS

The fairy poet

The fairy poet takes a sheet
Of moonbeam, silver white;
His ink is dew from daisies sweet,
His pen a point of light.

~Joyce Kilmer

When I sound the fairy call

When I sound the fairy call,
Gather here in silent meeting,
Chin to knee on the orchard wall,
Cooled with dew and cherries eating.
Merry, merry, Take a cherry
Mine are sounder, Mine are rounder
Mine are sweeter, For the eater
When the dews fall. And you'll be fairies all.

~Robert Graves, "Cherry-Time," Fairies and Fusiliers, 1918

The quality of mercy

The quality of mercy is not strain’d,
It droppeth as the gentle rain from heaven
Upon the place beneath: it is twice bless’d;
It blesseth him that gives and him that takes:
‘Tis mightiest in the mightiest: it becomes
The throned monarch better than his crown;
His sceptre shows the force of temporal power,
The attribute to awe and majesty,
Wherein doth sit the dread and fear of kings;
But mercy is above this sceptred sway;
It is enthroned in the heart of kings,
It is an attribute to God himself;
And earthly power doth then show likest God’s
When mercy seasons justice.

~William Shakespeare

'Tis the night

'Tis the night - the night
Of the grave's delight,
And the warlocks are at their play;
Ye think that without
The wild winds shout,
But no, it is they - it is they.

~Arthur Cleveland Coxe