Clergyman's

“Almost every truly creative being alienated & expatriated in his own country”
— Lawrence Ferlinghetti

“Even when poetry has a meaning, as it usually has, it may be inadvisable to draw it out. Perfect understanding will sometimes almost extinguish pleasure.”
— A.E. Housman

“They were too much to carryso i left them behindfor a new life, in a new placebut no one forgot who i wasi didn’tand neither did the people who watchthey watched for yearsthey watch now”
— Ally Condie

“I fancied you’d return the way you said,But I grow old and I forget your name. –From the poem “Mad Girl’s Love Song”
— Sylvia Plath

“The days of the future stand in fornt of usLike a line of candles all alightGolden and warm and lively little candlesThe days that are past are left behind”
— Constantinos P. Cavafis

“I can no longer trust in this loveIt has fallen like the saints aboveAll because of your sweet liesYou sang them like a lullaby”Phoenix”
— Shay Leigh

“I want to show my sins withinTo help make me sinless, once again”What I Want”
— Shay Leigh

“And when I feelthe masks beneathcrumble and fade withtime I build new onesto replace the old.”Masks”- Sins Within”
— Shay Leigh

“so quiet now my dearest knightyour armor shines white stillfor my lips shall not say the wordsthat make you flee with fear”White Knight”
— Shay Leigh

“No one understands now. Those who couldhear a song this deeply vanished long ago.”
— Li Bai

“Write to me your most perfect epitaph, or I shall compare a poet to a lecturer. Thou art more Spartan than a ballad monger who makes his living as a Wal-Mart greeter;”
— Scott Jonathan Nixon

“Our story has been told,our song has been sung.You’re a road I’ve already traveled,and from it, I have moved on.”Already Traveled”
— Shay Leigh

“Talk to me in poetry. / It is all I understand.”
— Linda Stitt

“I offer you my soulWithin are my flawsMy grace, my kindnessMy love for you”The Offer”
— Shay Leigh

“Our age has built itself vast reservoirs of power / formless as the straining energy that it wrests from the earth.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke

“The untented Kosmos my abode,I pass, a wilful stranger:My mistress still the open roadAnd the bright eyes of danger.”
— R.L.S.

“i see poets riding the red winds unchecked by the borders of time, wandering with light feet over the land mines and trip wires, barbed and barbarian, unfettered through the barriers that curtail the flows of life, poets pelting the halting barriers which strangle everyone everywhere.”
— Peter Standish Evans

“Imagine a sunset, lavender and red / as battered morals . . .”
— Sarah Gorham

“Forgive me,joy,if I blasphemed youbefore I learned to love.”
— Milan Rúfus

“I have a Gumbie Cat in mind, her name is Jennyanydots;Her coat is one of the tabby kind,with tiger stripes and lepard spots.”
— T.S. Eliot

“A language is a map of our failures”
— Adrienne Rich

“Healthy ChoicesHold stillKeep quiet.Get a degree to learn how to talksaying nothing.Catch a good manby being demure.the one your mother chooses.Let him climb youwhenever his urge,amidst headachesand menstrual achesand screaming infants.And when he bidsquick, turn over.Hold still.Make your tonguea slab of cementa white stone etchedwith your name.Kill your stories with knivesand knitting needlesand Clorox bleach.Hide in your mysteriousnessby saying nothing.Starch your thoughtswith ironed shirts.Tie your angerwith a knot inyour throatand when he comeswithout concernswallow it.Hold still.Keep desirehopeless as iceand sleepless nightsand painful as pinched eyelid.Keep your fingersfrom the razor,keep your longingto severhis condescensionsafely in your douchbag.Turn the bladeagainst yourself.Don’t twitchas your slashed wristsstain your bathroom tiles.Disinfect with Pine Sol.Hold still. Keep quiet.Keep tight your lips,keep dead your dreams,keep cold your heart.Keep quiet.And he will shoutpraisesto yourperfection.”
— Janice Mirikitani

“nothing is more opaque than absolute transparency. Look–my feet don’t hit the marble! Like breath or a balloon, I’m rising, I hover six inches in the air in my blazing swan-egg of light. You think I’m not a goddess? Try me. This is a torch song. Touch me and you’ll burn.”
— Margaret Atwood

“When I/Don’t know/What to say,/Let me/Listen.”
— John Northcutt Young

“Doubt makes faith true”
— Bill Johnston

“My fist is her flag still furled. Take the cannoli and leave the tuxedo – This is my jackleg opera to the world.”
— B.J. Ward

“I want to ripoff your logic and make passionate sense to you.”
— Jeffery McDaniel

“The important thing in life is to be.”
— Doutor Luis Alexandre Ribeiro Branco

“If there is no God,Not everything is permitted to man.He is still his brother’s keeperAnd he is not permitted to sadden his brother,By saying there is no God.”
— Czes?aw Mi?osz

“I am telling himwhat he wants to hear: antsdying of love underthe constellation of the dandelion.I swear that a white rose,sprinkled with wine, sings.I am laughing, tiltingmy head carefullyas if checking an invention.I am dancing, dancingin astonished skin, inan embrace that creates me.”
— Wis?awa Szymborska