Farewell, Western Black Rhino.
Horned and rather nearsighted,
I have relatives like that. Indeed,
If one looks at just the skull,
There is a human quality there.
The Western Black Rhino, extinct.
Birds warned them when danger approached,
But in the end the dangers outnumbered the birds.
What can you do?
I wonder now if got it lonely toward the end,
With the last of the great animals wandering about,
Seeking out their kinfolk,
Just wanting to see a friendly face.
And then the final one,
The last Western Black Rhino,
Perhaps knowing the poachers were out there,
A bird screeching at the sound of human footsteps,
And the last beautiful creature just waiting,
Not even caring anymore,
Preferring death to the endless loneliness.
James Lee Jobe
Do everything with so much love in your heart that you would never want to do it any other way.
Yogi Desai
I said to myself: Some things do not blossom in this life.
Robert Hass
“Why do you put your death in so many poems? You’re alive!”
“Clearly. I have to write about my death now, during my life. Very little gets written after one dies.”
James Lee Jobe
My friend, there are two skies in this life,
One is above, and the other is within.
You can rise up into one, or down into the other.
Or you can stagnate, and go nowhere.
It's a choice we make. I want to go down, within.
I choose to know the sky that is within myself.
James Lee Jobe
LINK: a group of poems by D.R. Wagner on the Medusa's Kitchen site
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
Barbara de Angelis
Like a piece of ice on a hot stove the poem must ride on its own melting.
Robert Frost
Spring and autumn are the tide rolling in
summer and winter are the tide rolling back out again
so it was
so it ever shall be
James Lee Jobe
When I give poetry readings I often change the words in poems as I read, I improvise. A lot. I think of John Coltrane doing riffs off of 'My Favorite Things' or Miles Davis taking 'Porgy and Bess' to new places, different places, in every performance. Me and Trane and Miles. Imagine that.
James Lee Jobe
Wind in the cave:
movement in stillness.
Power in silence.
Deng Ming-Dao
Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.
Rumi
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