"If you cannot be a poet, be the poem"
By David Carradine
Poetry is a gentle breeze,
carrying storms across the chest,
heatwaves of longing, rain of release,
and quiet skies where bruised hearts rest.
Featured Poems
Oh the wind runs free across the endless plain And still it finds a place to rest Not because the sky grows smaller...
Thy natal day doth come but once a year Softly sweeping hence the weight of age my dear Oh this day the world in warmth and splendour lies...
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I have endured beyond the memory of your ancestors Before your banners touched the horizon Before your kingdoms rose from the soil...
Oh Father, I thank You For You have granted me health when I did not earn it And You have given me wisdom when I did not possess it...
Oh tell me how they read my story By only the page where the blood was spilled For no one turns to the chapters before...
Oh there stands a flower the wind calls beautiful today Oh there stands that same flower the wind still calls beautiful today And tomorrow the wind shall carry its petals somewhere no eye will stay...
A Little About Me (VMFA)
Virgilio Manuel, the creator and soul of this world. For many, poetry is a way to capture the fleeting, to explore the profound. For me, its a way of understanding and sharing ideas. An opening to the soul.
The Lyceum is much more than a "journey". A sanctuary for thoughts, and a place where I can learn and reflect. As one can become people depending on the situation. Here, I can be ME. It's a quiet corner of the internet dedicated to the beauty and power that I wish to show you.
Therefore I welcome you, to me. I welcome you, to the Lyceum of Words
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