Posts from the ‘Poetry’ Category
Even without the Japanese sound effects, a 17th-century haiku named for an amphibian, makes a big splash.
Old pond! / a frog jumps in / water’s sound
―Frog haiku by Matsuo Bashō; English translation by Robert Aitken
Today’s lesson: The intellect is a classroom and wisdom a playroom.
“Play is the only way the highest intelligence of humankind can unfold.”
―Joseph Chilton Pearce
“If there is one place in the world people will want to come back to when they can travel again I honestly believe it will be Venice.” ―Mauro Tochi, Gondolier
Unlocking the sea gate, we slide into the lagoon of a hundred islands.
“…to slip beneath the surface and soar along the silent bottom of the sea agile and shining in water honeycombed with light.”
A good laugh splits your sides and face. So your guts and brains fall out.
“Humor is by far the most significant activity of the human brain.”
―Edward de Bono
Ages before scientists traced the biblical Garden to the dark continent, Michelangelo painted “The Creation of Adam,” as if the first anatomically modern person were as pale as Pope Julius II, who paid for the job.
“The old master painter from the faraway hills
Painted the violets and the daffodills”
A poem with puns in praise of a lucky lamb in a pastoral picture, and words a good shepherd lives by
A Lamb in Chic Clothing
Branded on a range not on a grill / Cooler in a pen than a pan
“It is the duty of a good shepherd to shear his sheep, not to skin them.” ―Tiberius
From the ceiling beneath our feet, the skies seem frayed as faith at the end of days.
“If you’re looking down at Earth, you’re looking through an atmosphere that has a bit of haze in many places and not just occasional clouds.”
When a Peacemaker was a lawman’s six-shooter, trigger fingers made peace signs.
“And you must learn to protect yourself with the pen, and not the gun.”