All Blog Posts Tagged 'poetry' (57)

A Closer Walk- Poetry bookMy new book trailer: A Closer Walk is a book of Christian poems that inspire one on their spiritual walk with Christ. 

(« Enigma » by Matías Argudín)

« Leaving The Ashram » is the third chapter of « Entering The Stream, » a trilogy describing an episode of intense introspection that will open our second album, « Satori.…

(« A free body diagram of a mass on an inclined plane » by Mets501)

How long have I hankered

For the right way to go

How far have I wandered

To know what I now know



Laying under the moon

Rising up with the crow

And the wail of the…

My guest today, Dawn Colclasure, shares her thoughts on writing poetry and how the author can escape into his/her own special world.

Read her full post on my official blog - http://empyricaltales.blogspot.com/2012/10/guest-post-dawn-colclasure-escapes.html

If someone were to ask me why I write, I would have to reply, “Why not?” It is part of who I am.   As a child, my love of a good story often got me into trouble at school. I would hide my library book, usually  a mystery, behind the pages of a bulky school text. That is probably the reason my grades suffered in other areas, especially math.

At night, my mother would often find me hiding under the bed sheets reading. This was after she had told me more than once to turn out the lights…

Come meet the Authors of One and expand your mind - http://empyricaltales.blogspot.com/2012/08/ten-equals-one.html

(« Goldfish Pulling a Snail Cart » by James Pollock)

« Perseverance » is the fourth of the series of segues composed to join the tracks of…

(« Newton » by William Blake)

it was a path, a road, a way forward

it was not just any other day

yet, in a sense, it could have been

had it been the unusual sunshine

the melodies of the birds

or something in the air

lures…

(« Glass of Beer and Playing Cards » by Juan Gris)



everyday was the same

but she wouldn't notice

oblivious to the game

that had become practice



well, many times she had

but she couldn't stand it

it always felt so bad

better to deny it



rising up as…

(« introvert-study » by Robert___T)

« The Chrome Lake » is the core middle part of the « Entering The Stream » trilogy. Lasting a little over 12 minutes, the composition depicts an episode of intense soul-searching, and…

(« Detail of a poster for the International Hygiene Exhibition 1911 in Dresden » by Franz von Stuck)

« Understanding » is the third segue in the series that I have written…

(« Lebenslauf » by Adi Holzer)

« Vigilance » is the second of a series of short segues that I have composed in order to combine already existing pieces into one larger, continuous whole.

Each of the segues highlights a…

I'll admit, it has been a while since the last installment of One. The good news is that it's out now!

Please visit the official blog to read my full review - http://empyricaltales.blogspot.com/2012/06/poetry-takes-time.html

(« Dance Of Fire » by SarThePhotographer)

« Purposefulness » is the first of a series of short segues that I have put together in the hopes of joining existing compositions into one continuous piece of music.

In order to preserve the surprise, I won't disclose the…

(« Morpho emerging from its chrysalis » by Thomas Bresson)

That which you can't abide

Embrace as if a friend

Once you two have allied

No thing will make you bend



That which you can't escape

Welcome as a teacher

You will never espouse

More talented…

Intentionally relying on intentions

Remember intention relies on chance, not you

Addictive personality has driven me here

Wait, no, pause, right, straight, there

Warped perceptions are poisonous

Not much different in our lives

Just completely different in our realities

Different isn't always bad, I say

I am not saintly…

You know what really scares me

Still now at the age of forty one

Is being all alone and unable to see

There’snowhere leftto go, nowhere left to run

You know what I am afraid to feel

Is sickness, or any form of pain

Aging is a process, a part of the deal

But what if the first to go is my memory, my brain

You know what I don’t want to lose

The chance to amend many a wrong

To die without sharing, thoughts…