Poet's Lab

Hey! What’s up? Good news! I‘m very excited to share with you Mark's email that says that I was chosen as a poetry tutor at the Oxford County Library. Have a lovely day! Lisan 😊

🌍👫 Bertrand Russel: a message to the world

Bertrand Russell - Message To Future Generations In 1959, Bertrand Russell, the Nobel Prize-winning philosopher, mathematician and peace activist was just short of his 87th birthday, when he gave wide-rangi...

Don’t stop until you pass through the obstacle. Writing mountains.

❤️ Writing poetry is not about suffering. It’s about healing:

Poetry is in how we say things. Words can change the world! 🌎❤️

Let’s encourage good practice of teaching! ❤️

Don't try to be perfect, just be you.

Do you want a free tool for the creative writing process? It’s your lucky day.

Enjoy!
Lisan

STRING & SCISSOR (WRITING TOOL).pdf

EARTHS ANSWER

Earth raised up her head.

From the darkness dread & drear,
Her light fled:
Stony dread!
And her locks cover'd with grey despair.

Prison'd on watery shore
Starry Jealousy does keep my den
Cold and hoar
Weeping o'er
I hear the father of the ancient men

Selfish father of men
Cruel jealous selfish fear
Can delight
Chain'd in night
The virgins of youth and morning bear.

Does spring hide its joy
When buds and blossoms grow?
Does the sower?
Sow by night?
Or the ploughman in darkness plough?

Break this heavy chain.

That does freeze my bones around
Selfish! vain!
Eternal bane!
That free Love with bo***ge bound.

..

William Blake

Blessed Joy

They confuse you with others, joy:
ingenuousness, simplicity,
candor
innocence.

They underestimate you with diminutives
substitute for happiness
eternally impoverished sister of euphoria.

They seem not to remember the icy routine
when demands are drained of blood
and dread imprisons like a precipice.

Don’t pick up the gauntlet, I beg of you,
forget the challenge that ignorance casts out.
Don’t abandon us in the middle of some ocean,
without your light, joy,
the one with outstretched hands
the one who makes the soul a liveable place.

Don’t heed the sounds from the trenches,
the vain rhetoric of the opportunists.
You are the most unique distillate of liberty,
the spontaneous or**sm of the spirit.

Well-found joy
the purest of tastes
the pleasing one
you who live and reign in our cleansed marrow
now and in the dawn of every now
stay with us.

Raquel Lanseros

Good Monday! 😊

"The Chaos" by Gerard Nolst Trenité Please wear headphones, this is intended to pan from ear to ear. I remember reading a shortened version of this poem ages ago and thinking that it was a grea...