“Poetry is no more a narcotic than a stimulant; it is a universal bittersweet mixture for all possible household emergencies and its action varies accordingly as it is taken in a wineglass or a tablespoon, inhaled, gargled or rubbed on the chest by hard fingers covered with rings.”
― Robert Graves
I need a quick verse
to fix me up
cause my soul done broke again
C’mon man fix me up with a rhyme
I got the money if you got the time
for the ache in my throat
needs something gentle
to sooth the pain
and my heart
needs the gentle refrain
Don’t leave me hanging brother
even a haiku may help
me make it through the ennui
Please I will for poetry
she always turns me out
and I bring her back my best
then get beaten by her tender slaps
leaving her marks within me.
— G A Rosenberg
“A happy life is just a string of happy moments. But most people don’t allow the happy moment, because they are so busy trying to get a happy life.”
— Abraham
Collect the moments
of joy and pain
Press it into your book of memories.
Each one a brick in your structure
Each one a stick in your construct.
The pain blocks can be beautiful
for they have made you strong
Build on your survival.
May the joyful moments be the windows
with which you view the world
and may the view propagate.
Anger will not bear weight
so use it lightly
Forbearance will get you through
Let others in
to see what you build
You never know what they may contribute
what moments they will add.
— G A Rosenberg
Blessings, G
Click on images to see full-sized: Throwing Stars by G A Rosenberg
“There’s an opposite to déjà vu. They call it jamais vu. It’s when you meet the same people or visit places, again and again, but each time is the first. Everybody is always a stranger. Nothing is ever familiar.”
—Chuck Palahniuk
I’ve never seen that
look in your eyes
or that colour
Your touch is so new
and so adored
how have I missed that before.
Our bodies explore
each other’s touch
has anything felt so rare?
Your smile, your gasp
music I’ve missed
throughout all my affairs
You are new and different
and to my delight
you seem to feel the same
Each night we meet
for the first time
and for the first time we share
after fifty years of marriage
each other’s premiere.
— G A Rosenberg
Exposed to the Chamber’s Secrets by G A Rosenberg
War Zone by G A Rosenberg 
Influenced by Her Surroundings by G A Rosenberg 
Scrying Gem by G A Rosenberg
Throwing Stars by G A Rosenberg 
Gateway Z by G A Rosenberg 
Bard Travelling to Inter-dimensional Castle by G A Rosenberg 
Floating Awareness (Redux) by G A Rosenberg 
Stop and Smell the Flowers (Redux) by G A Rosenberg
Lightning in a Mirrored Matrix by G A Rosenberg 
Piscean by G A Rosenberg 
Campfire Revels (Redux) by G A Rosenberg 
Only An Ass Would Choose by G A Rosenberg
Hecate by G A Rosenberg