MY PATIENCE
MY PATIENCE
Sitting back and thinking about,
What I desire and hope for.
I wish it was today, even now
That this desire came true now.
Tangible and visible,
Right in the middle of my palm
Waiting has tested my faith.
Squeezed out my patient,
And brought forth an idea,
In fact, an escape road,
From this unending God’s road
To my desire and dreams.
I’m tired of waiting
Lord fill my patient to the brim again
I’m running out of it.
Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
|---|---|---|
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| What went wrong? | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
| KEEP THAT FAITH BURNING BRIGHT AND BRIGHTER | 0 | 01/29/2011 |
| TOUCHED BY AN ANGEL | 0 | 01/23/2011 |
| LAST LOOK | 0 | 01/15/2011 |
| I thought you knew me. | 1 | 01/12/2011 |
| NEW WORLD EXISTS. | 1 | 01/07/2011 |
| WAITING | 1 | 12/28/2010 |
| THE WAY IN | 1 | 12/27/2010 |
| MY PATIENCE | 0 | 12/25/2010 |
| WISH IT WAS EVERYDAY | 0 | 12/25/2010 |
| ME | 0 | 08/21/2009 |
| LIES | 1 | 11/25/2008 |
| MIRACLES | 0 | 11/25/2008 |
| MERCY | 1 | 11/24/2008 |
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