A Poison Tree [poem by William Blake]

A Poison Tree
William Blake

I was angry with my friend
I told my wrath, my wrath did end
I was angry with my foe
I told it not, my wrath did grow

And I watered it in fears
Night and morning with my tears
And I sunned it with smiles
And with soft deceitful wiles

And it grew both day and night
Till it bore and apple bright
And my foe beheld it shine
And he knew that it was mine

And into my garden stole
When the night had veiled the pole
In the morning glad I see
My foe outstretched beneath the tree


How to Meditate [poem by Jack Kerouac]

How to Meditate

                      -lights out-
fall, hands a-clasped, into instantaneous
ecstasy like a shot of heroin or morphine,
the gland inside of my brain discharging
the good glad fluid (Holy Fluid) as
i hap-down and hold all my body parts
down to a deadstop trance-Healing
all my sicknesses-erasing all-not
even the shred of a “I-hope-you” or a
Loony Balloon left in it, but the mind
blank, serene, thoughtless. When a thought
comes a-springing from afar with its held-
forth figure of image, you spoof it out,
you spuff it off, you fake it, and
it fades, and thought never comes-and
with joy you realize for the first time
“thinking’s just like not thinking-
So I don’t have to think
-Jack Kerouac, 1967

And you wonder why there is no peace… [poem]

I am not really a poet, but sometimes I feel things in poetry lines.  I wrote this after watching a documentary called Wretches and Jabberers (see below for the trailer).  It is the story of Tracy and Larry and how they learned to communicate their thoughts with the world.  The poem is also inspired by the young men and women I teach through Ashrams for Autism, a non-profit bringing yoga to children on the spectrum.

And you wonder why there is no peace

I am a wretch
I cannot speak
Speak …
Speak the words bouncing in
This brain machine.

I am your wretch.
You squawk and squeak.
SQUAWK! These thoughts
they jab
jab jabber
at the inside ears.

I am the wretch.
I have no beak
This tongue
So ineffectually blab
Blab blabber

I am her wretch
Do you see me?
Or do you see
My hands nab
Nab nabber.

And all you people DO is gab
And blab
ALL you DO is

And all you people DO is gab
And blab
ALL you DO is

You can squawk
You can squeak
You can speak
You can can
You never,
You (sigh) …won’t


Watch the trailer for Wretches and Jabberers.  The movie is available for viewing on Netflix, or visit the website to find other places to watch this thought-provoking documentary.