Long Jack london Poems

You’ll never be an Olympic champion, Cecile,
After your accident on the ice,
Just walk, only,
There are so many beautiful things to do,
While walking, only, doubly,
Walking makes happy, calms the heart,
Walking inspires the brain, frees it,
You’ll never...

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One from the 1850s,
I bought it from a Scotsman thrifty,
on the windswept Isle of Skye,
its browning cover caught my eye,
old paper that’s weathered to tan,
each leaf thick and dry in my hands,
an imperious title-page,
and the...

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Once, many years ago,
When I was a schoolgirl, a student,
I, similar to many, was afraid of war with the USA. 
peals of thunder frightened me,
They were similar to the roar of guns.
I cried from fear...

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We came to your home
Jack
Hidden amongst bosom 
hills and armies of trees 
past the State gates 
who finally admitted 
us entry to your tomb
they keep you here 
Jack 
in memory, first editions 
your wife spent...

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"Church St. people of the abyss."

                 A pancake breakfast in Jericho,
        ...

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I love so much the book company, 
More than anything in the world,
More than cats or butterflies,  
Looking at the books in my room, soothe me,
Henry James amazes me, what intelligence,
Yachar Kemal makes me...

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In youth I learned to jump
First off steps, then rooftops
Spirit of adventure
Nurtured in the heart of a child

Preschool acrobat twirling on my head
Grandma swatted my bottom
Repeated words like Tomboy
Never learned to be ladylike

Catholic school discipline
Uniforms,...

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the blue jays waited 
on the camp bench this afternoon
for you to feed them,

you ignoring me
cost them too,
they wept all day through.

we came to Yosemite 
for you
to find resolution
was it in an alleyway 
	or the...

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Travel taught me one precious thing,
There is always better Elsewhere,
You love your village, visit the Tyrol,
You love Cathy, Sue has more beautiful blue eyes,

My travels taught me to change buses often,
You’ve seen Paris, go see...

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Greed overtakes any prospector looking for gold.
Here I am above the Arctic Circle braving the cold.
The bitter freezing is enough to kill anyone young or old.
The river flows under a very thick sheet of ice.
Temperatures...

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*Image of Earth Network by Pixabay.

Quote by Jack London

Keola - Dizain

LIFE, an involved existence that we share
with species, that also, IS NOT inert.
A frail MATTER, like that OF chinaware,
HOLDING its own with GOOD wills and...

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I seek. Like a mystical sailor,
I seek in the infinite corridors,
Of Rudolf Samoylovich, navy blue,
I seek in the peace of travels,

I search without digging the blue nights,
I seek with my hands, in disgrace,
I seek with...

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Cold, so cold
The weather today 
   reminds me 
of a Jack London 
    yarn
  Bitter winds 
blow from the north 
  It is nice to arrive 
 at...

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