Dreams Of Lovers And Lies Of Poets PDF Download

Bedside Manor By Royal L. Craig Delightfully diverse reading THE OFFERING He was still, Like the placid lake in summer when the mountain holds its breath, He was still, Like the fawn down in the high grass where the tiger signals death. THE COURIER AND SHIVA The Lancers must be warned tonight. He smiled and looked at me Its sure to be a nasty fight But first, a cup of tea APRICOT For all the world The poem I need to write Cannot be written. The words I need to say Cannot be said. BLEAKELY HALL An awesome mystery haunts the heart At the sight of an empty house The echo of living dampens the air All but the spirits have fled CANDY When Andy met Candy he thought it was dandy To take her for fine tea and cake. Candy had need and slyly agreed To have their tea by the lake. COAST MAGIC Have you ever stood Where the winding wood Sweeps down to the seamless sea COUNTRY BOY Well, big Jimmy was pulling the plow when it nosed into a split in that rock. There must have been a crack in the blade for it to snap so easily. --- He reared back and took off with the broken plow clanging behind. It chased him all the way to the barn. That was a sight! CREATION In the beginning, this is how it began, So the mystics tell us When there was nothing, There was That, that Is -- ever-existing, How To Tell If Your Really Dead If you find theres no tomorrow, And your friends are draped in sorrow, And you really cant remember last nights binge; You may think that youre in clover But, dear friend, you have passed over, QUESTIONS My mind cried out to the infinite, Tell me of the beginning. A child came, softly singing, He was when there was nothing; Before the ages had their start. Sitting in the garden, Catch Him if you can In the quiet of your heart. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Royals studies in mysticism have resulted in Bedside Manor, Part 1. Study of life with has resulted in Bedside Manor, Part 2. He is working on a book on mysticism, and teaches creative writing locally. He also writes How to Write articles. I have lived on the lip of insanity, wanting to know reasons, knocking on a door. It opens Ive been knocking from the inside! Maulana Rumi Poetry reveals reflective insight on the escape clause in the illusion called life. I write to show the magic hidden in the moment whether mysticism, serious poetry, ballads, or nonsense.