My Words

Understanding the World through words

Tag: Literature

Touch The Heart-Poem

in his musings
picasso stated that
he wished to paint as a poet writes.

pablo picasso’s most prized possession—
an autographed first-edition
manuscript from poet
and confidant,

What is poetry?

elusive, mysterious
and dark;

poetry the queen of all literature and art
by which romantics channel their unfailing love
poetry has the power to touch the heart.

Without Hardships-Poem

Nothing comes without hardships:
Without pain there is no art.
Without suffering there is no literature.
Without angst poetry has no heart.
-Samuel De Lemos

Used Bookstore-Poem 

I walk into my favorite bookstore,

It’s slightly dark inside;

I take a big breath and inhale.

The scent of used books,

It takes me back to my

university days–

inside the hollowed halls

of the humanities department,

the graduate philosophy club

on the second floor

always smelled like

old books and

countless arguments.


I’m searching for a book

that will tickle my fancy,

one that will be hard to put down.

I want to be seduced by the Intro, the cover art–

I want to learn something new.

Will it be philosophy, poetics, or history?

At this point I don’t really care. I’m just grateful to be

here, browsing, picking up books by the half-dozen

and sitting down to read.


I weigh each one in my hand,

I read the prologue, a couple of pages into the book,

I want to be mentally teased.

I finally make up my mind after

a couple of hours of contemplating my thoughts.

I speak to my new book, “I’ve selected you out of

all your peers, I found you worthy to be read. Teach me

something new, help me to understand the world I live in,

if you dare, and I love you for it I swear.”


I pay the cashier, she hands me a bookmark

I say thank you and I walk out.

I head to a local coffee shop,

I have to spend some important time with my worded gift.


coffee and a new used book—

this is what life’s all about.



On Tolstoy


Children Of Lore


First epic lesson is
the slithering snake’s
words used poetically,
Chava, mother of life-
tempted as the tasty fruit
scrumptiously accused her.
Falsely stating, that
the figment of accusation-
was an inbreed one.

Children of lore-angelic progeny
Chava’s brood gave us a narrative:

The literature of mankind.
Tales of worldly insight.
Needless deaths and agony
juxtaposed with-the heroic
The insincere, the insane
The repentant, the murderer
The wicked and the frayed.

We’ve inherited words, we’re
The children of lore-with
jumbled tales of agonizing dependency.
Speaking volumes and volumes of
poetic tales, some insightful
Some not so…

From the first bite our mouths
gave memories of yonder days
living in the garden surrounded
by life giving trees:

Oaks, myrtles and
olives. fruits
giving strife.

consume words.
Our bread is consummately
read which bakers
shared then shred.

Orally fixated, bookish,
and heady
ever since the
first tempted
of knowledge
was ingested.