Our souls are like sheets on a clothesline flapping in the cosmic breeze. We are pinned to them all our lives. They never fail us. They are gateways and our entrance into a divine cosmos, which includes a peaceful union to all of creation. Sometimes there may even be humor if the clothesline collapses due to a gust of wind or storm, but we always pick the line up, hang our hat and clothes out to dry, and start over. It is always thus. Now with Duckhorns latest book of poems, Flapping Soul, Words in Verse, you can enjoy a positive read through our relationship with our soul from a poets viewpoint plus related subjects all with her lighthearted style of writing.
Mother Nature is always there to rely on. We can all evolve joining hands with Her. We have to choose if we are adding to, dividing or subtracting from, or multiplying Her into our lives. To do this we need to be aware, praise, accept and love. If someone divides or subtracts themself from Her intimate, ultimate nature; that is what makes them react to not go entirely with the flow of her innate wisdom. These poems were written to remind and encourage others to be grateful, thankful, and praiseful of Mother Nature's gifts of inspiration. I found fun in the writing of this collection of poems and gained deep introspection captured in my attempt to lend personality to Her wonders.
THICK-SPRINKLED BUNTING Thick-sprinkled bunting! flag of stars!Long yet your road, fateful flag—long yet your road, and lined with bloody death,For the prize I see at issue at last is the world,All its ships and shores I see interwoven with your threads greedy banner;Dream'd again the flags of kings, highest borne, to flaunt unrival'd?O hasten flag of man—O with sure and steady step, passing highest flags of kings,Walk supreme to the heavens mighty symbol—run up above them all,Flag of stars! thick-sprinkled bunting! BEAT! BEAT! DRUMS! Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!Through the windows—through doors—burst like a ruthless force,Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,Into the school where the scholar is studying;Leave not the bridegroom quiet—no happiness must he have now with his bride,Not the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,So fierce you whirr and pound you drums—so shrill you bugles blow. Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!Over the traffic of cities—over the rumble of wheels in the streets;Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,No bargainers' bargains by day—no brokers or speculators— would theycontinue?Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?Then rattle quicker, heavier drums—you bugles wilder blow. Beat! beat! drums!—blow! bugles! blow!Make no parley—stop for no expostulation,Mind not the timid—mind not the weeper or prayer,Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,Let not the child's voice be heard, nor the mother's entreaties,Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,So strong you thump O terrible drums—so loud you bugles blow.
This carefully crafted ebook: "The Complete Poetry of Walt Whitman" is formatted for your eReader with a functional and detailed table of contents. Leaves of Grass (First Edition): Song of Myself A Song for Occupations To Think of Time The Sleepers I Sing the Body Electric Faces Song of the Answerer Europe the 72d and 73d Years of These States A Boston Ballad There Was a Child Went Forth Who Learns My Lesson Complete Great Are the Myths Leaves of Grass (Final Edition): Inscriptions Starting from Paumanok Song of Myself Children of Adam Calamus Salut au Monde! Song of the Open Road Crossing Brooklyn Ferry Song of the Answerer Our Old Feuillage A Song of Joys Song of the Broad-Axe Song of the Exposition Song of the Redwood-Tree A Song for Occupations A Song of the Rolling Earth Birds of Passage A Broadway Pageant Sea-Drift By the Roadside Drum-Taps Memories of President Lincoln By Blue Ontario's Shore Autumn Rivulets Proud Music of the Storm Passage to India Prayer of Columbus The Sleepers To Think of Time Whispers of Heavenly Death Thou Mother with Thy Equal Brood From Noon to Starry Night Songs of Parting Sands at Seventy Good-Bye My Fancy Other Poems: The Few Drops Known Then Shall Perceive To Soar in Freedom and in Fullness of Power One Thought Ever at the Fore While Behind All Firm and Erect A Kiss to the Bride Nay, Tell Me Not To-Day the Publish'd Shame Supplement Hours Of Many a Smutch'd Deed Reminiscent To Be at All A Thought of Columbus On the Same Picture Death's Valley Great are the Myths Blood-Money Ambition Resurgemus Poem of Remembrance For a Girl or a Boy of These States Think of the Soul Respondez! Apostroph O Sun of Real Pace So Far and So Far, and on Toward the End In the New Garden, in All the Parts States! Long! Thought That Knowledge Hours Continuing Long, Sore and Heavy-Hearted Who is Now Reading This! To You Of the Visages of Things Says Debris Thought Solid, Ironical, Rolling Orb Bathed in War's Perfume Not my Enemies Ever Invade Me This Day, O Soul Lessons One Song, America, Before I Go After an Interval The Beauty of the Ship…
