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Poem by Think in the Morning: How To Be Happy

Poem by Think in the Morning: How To Be Happy

by Think In The Morning | Oct 1, 2021 | Words | 0 comments

 Risk failure to succeed. Risk looking stupid to be smart. Risk trying to acquire skills. Risk personal embarrassment to win praise. Risk making mistakes to avoid mistakes. Risk offending people to help people. Risk having your feelings hurt to be...
Poem by Think in The Morning:  Silly Restaurant Poem

Poem by Think in The Morning: Silly Restaurant Poem

by Think In The Morning | Sep 30, 2021 | Words | 0 comments

 Parrot in a halterTop the restaurant rooting parlorPicks and promenadesBefore the waiterWaiting, watchingAutomatic pumpPot, pan, plateIntravenous pyrogenic pulsing,Pounding, energeticStomach filling shakeHalter freeingBeing not afraid to takeFalterFeel,...
Poem by Think in the Morning: Where The Blood Red Huckleberry Grows

Poem by Think in the Morning: Where The Blood Red Huckleberry Grows

by Think In The Morning | Sep 27, 2021 | Words | 0 comments

 Where the blood red huckleberry growsCatspaw flounders in theForest of the dwarfOgre roams and bellowsDown the green tunicOf the ManzanitaSalal and theHundred year old spruce. Where rivers one inch wideDisturb the pattern.Man grubGrit and drub dung. Where blasts...
Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish

Poem by Think in the Morning: The Prisoner and the Fish

by Think In The Morning | Sep 15, 2021 | Words | 2 comments

 Manacled, distraughtThe Prisoner soughtRelief in the sea.He ate hungrily.The FishQueried, decried“Why do you eat the sea?”“Hunger,” the Prisoner replied.“Are you satisfied?”“No, too salty and thin.” The Prisoner’s arms withered.The iron cuffs dropped.Fins replaced...
Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs

Poem By Think in the Morning: Blakes’s Songs

by Think In The Morning | Sep 12, 2021 | Words | 0 comments

 I remember poetryLike it used to be,Written by a handAny child could understand.Words that don’t playBut mean what they say. What there is aboutReflects the eye without.The inner eye doth seeLocked in memoryThe ancient imagesOn all the pages. Buried in the light of...
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