Pen Thoughts

Leonard Cohen Ring the bells that still can ring Forget your perfect offering There is a crack, a crack in everything That’s how the light gets in.

Remi Kanazi is an Palestinian-American performance poet and human rights activist based in New York City. Born 1981 in United States of America. He published "Poetic Injustice: writings on resistance and Palestine" a book that illustrate the struggle of Palestinian people enduring the Israeli occupation. In his new book "Before the Next Bomb Drops", Kanazi wrote "A Grin Behind the Tears", a poem expressed by Samir, a young Palestinian who has experienced the brutality of occupation. it goes like this: "No matter how tight Israel thinks its grip is the bullets, the bombs, the checkpoints the UN vetoes, the congressional applauding these children are more powerful than F-16s more assured than U.S. military aid they will climb walls, skirt roadblocks, dodge teargas they will unravel injustice by their very existence in every breath they take, every wedding that's held every newborn they bring into this world, ...

A marvelous poem Sara Teasdale: I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although i long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea. You Love me, and i find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light. Oh plunge me deep in Love - put out My senses, leave me deaf and blind, swept by the tempest of your Love, A taper in a rushing wind.

I Found you and I lost you, All on a gleaming day. The day was filled with sunshine, And the land was full of May. A golden bird was singing Its melody divine, I found you and I loved you, And all the world was mine. I found you and I lost you, All on a golden day, But when I dream of you, dear, It is always brimming May. Paul Laurence Dunbar

As I awake once more without you at the start of another day. I wonder if life will be easier than it was for yesterday. My pain doesn't get better I hurt because I'm missing you. I know that it sounds selfish, but I don't know what else to do.  

A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, and then forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee. Who shall say that Fortune grieves him, While the star of hope she leaves him? Me, nae cheerfu' twinkle lights me; Dark despair around benights me. I'll ne'er blame my partial fancy, Nothing could resist my Nancy; But to see her was to love her; Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lov'd say kindly, Had we never lov'd say blindly, Never met--or never parted-- We had ne'er been broken-hearted. Fare thee well, thou first and fairest! Fare thee well, thou best and dearest! Thine be like a joy and treasure, Peace. enjoyment, love, and pleasure! A fond kiss, and then we sever; A farewell, alas, forever! Deep in heart-wrung tears I'll pledge thee, Warring sighs and groans I'll wage thee! Robert Burns

I said to Love, "It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above; Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One Who spread a heaven beneath the sun," I said to Love. I said to him, "We now know more of thee than then; We were but weak in judgment when, With hearts abrim, We clamoured thee that thou would'st please Inflict on us thine agonies," I said to him. I said to Love, "Thou art not young, thou art not fair, No faery darts, no cherub air, Nor swan, nor dove Are thine; but features pitiless, And iron daggers of distress," I said to Love. "Depart then, Love! . . . - Man's race shall end, dost threaten thou? The age to come the man of now Know nothing of? - We fear not such a threat from thee; We are too old in apathy! Mankind shall cease.--So let it be," I said to Love. Thomas Hardy

Trees I think that I shall never see A Poem as lovely as a tree A tree whose hungry month is prest Against the earth's sweet flowing breast A tree that looks at god all day And lifts her leafy arms to pray A tree that may in summer wear A nest of robins in her hair Upon whose bosom snow has lain Who intimately lives with rain Poem are made by fools like me But only god can make a tree Joyce Kilmer    

Be like the flowing river Silent in the night. Be not afraid of the dark. if there are stars in the sky, reflect them back. If there are clouds in the sky, Remember, clouds, like the river, are water, so, gladly reflect them too, In your own tranquil depths