Solitude by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;
Weep, and you weep alone;
For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,
But has trouble enough of its own.
Sing, and the hills will answer;
Sigh, it is lost on the air;
The echoes bound to a joyful sound,
But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;
Grieve, and they turn and go;
They want full measure of all your pleasure,
But they do not need your woe.
Be glad, and your friends are many;
Be sad, and you lose them all,
There are none to decline your nectared wine,
But alone you must drink life's gall.

Feast, and your halls are crowded;
Fast, and the world goes by.
Succeed and give, and it helps you live,
But no man can help you die.
There is room in the halls of pleasure
For a large and lordly train,
But one by one we must all file on
Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

A few lines can reshape how we think about blessing, prayer, and purpose, and Psalm 67 does exactly that. We read this short psalm straight through, letting its rhythm and repetition do their work: “May God be gracious to us and bless us” becomes more than a private wish, and turns into a worldwide hope.

What stands out is the psalm’s logic. We ask for grace and for God’s face to shine, not so we can hoard comfort, but “that your way may be known on earth, your saving power among all nations.” That single turn reframes so much of modern faith talk about success, provision, and prosperity. Blessing is not an endpoint; it’s a signal flare that points beyond us.

Then the chorus lands again and again: “Let the peoples praise you.” Psalm 67 widens the circle until it includes every people group and every nation, and it anchors that joy in God’s justice, equity, and guidance. It’s worship that refuses to ignore the world as it is, while still trusting God’s rule is steady. Finally, the psalm closes with harvest language and reverent awe, holding gratitude and holy fear together in the same breath.

If you want a short Scripture reading for prayer, meditation, or a daily reset, press play and sit with Psalm 67. Subscribe for more, share this with a friend who needs hope, and leave a review telling us what line you’re still thinking about.

Psalm 67, English Standard Version

Make Your Face Shine upon Us

To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. A Psalm. A Song.

67 May God be gracious to us and bless us
and make His face to shine upon us, Selah
2 that your way may be known on earth,
your saving power among all nations.
3 Let the peoples praise you, O God;
let all the peoples praise you!

4 Let the nations be glad and sing for joy,
for you judge the peoples with equity
and guide the nations upon earth. Selah
5 Let the peoples praise you, O God;
let all the peoples praise you!

6 The earth has yielded its increase;
God, our God, shall bless us.
7 God shall bless us;
let all the ends of the earth fear Him!

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Sick by Shel Silverstein

“I cannot go to school today," Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more--that’s seventeen,
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut--my eyes are blue--
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke--
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ‘pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb.
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is--what?
What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is. . .Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going out to play!”

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

National Poetry Month Poem: Poetry

https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12575592

John 17, Jesus Prays to Be Glorified | Spoken Word

https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12598445

Dark Knight - The Crucifixion | Good Friday Poem

https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12597460

Jesus Christ Superstar (Easter/Resurrection Sunday Poem)

https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12611401

*Add some Easter music to the list:

1. Hymn: The Old Rugged Cross (Rap Version) https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12605122
2. Hymn: More about Jesus (Rap Version) https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12610916
3. Hymn: All Hail the Power of Jesus' Name (Rap Version) https://www.buzzsprout.com/2017713/episodes/12611407

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Proverbs 7 NLT

Another Warning about Immoral Women

7 Follow my advice, my son;
always treasure my commands.

2 Obey my commands and live!
Guard my instructions as you guard your own eyes.

3 Tie them on your fingers as a reminder.
Write them deep within your heart.

4 Love wisdom like a sister;
make insight a beloved member of your family.

5 Let them protect you from an affair with an immoral woman,
from listening to the flattery of a promiscuous woman.

6 While I was at the window of my house,
looking through the curtain,

7 I saw some naive young men,
and one in particular who lacked common sense.

8 He was crossing the street near the house of an immoral woman,
strolling down the path by her house.

9 It was at twilight, in the evening,
as deep darkness fell.

10 The woman approached him,
seductively dressed and sly of heart.

11 She was the brash, rebellious type,
never content to stay at home.

12 She is often in the streets and markets,
soliciting at every corner.

13 She threw her arms around him and kissed him,
and with a brazen look she said,

14 “I’ve just made my peace offerings
and fulfilled my vows.

15 You’re the one I was looking for!
I came out to find you, and here you are!

16 My bed is spread with beautiful blankets,
with colored sheets of Egyptian linen.

17 I’ve perfumed my bed
with myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

18 Come, let’s drink our fill of love until morning.
Let’s enjoy each other’s caresses,

19 for my husband is not home.
He’s away on a long trip.

20 He has taken a wallet full of money with him
and won’t return until later this month.”

21 So she seduced him with her pretty speech
and enticed him with her flattery.

22 He followed her at once,
like an ox going to the slaughter.
He was like a stag caught in a trap,

23 awaiting the arrow that would pierce its heart.
He was like a bird flying into a snare,
little knowing it would cost him his life.

24 So listen to me, my sons,
and pay attention to my words.

25 Don’t let your hearts stray away toward her.
Don’t wander down her wayward path.

26 For she has been the ruin of many;
many men have been her victims.

27 Her house is the road to the grave.
Her bedroom is the den of death.

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

A Friend by Edgar Albert Guest

A friend is one who stands to share
Your every touch of grief and care.
He comes by chance, but stays by choice;
Your praises he is quick to voice.

No grievous fault or passing whim
Can make an enemy of him.
And though your need be great or small,
His strength is yours throughout it all.

No matter where your path may turn
Your welfare is his chief concern.
No matter what your dream may be
He prays your triumph soon to see.

There is no wish your tongue can tell
But what it is your friend's as well.
The life of him who has a friend
Is double-guarded to the end.

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

Women’s History Month 2026 Artist Spotlight: Tamara; Thanks to my listeners, and a shout out to Leo!

Join me in celebrating honoree, Tamara as I finally recognize her album. :) Also mention my listeners and a good Samaritan.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBm0uvAD7s4&list=RDuBm0uvAD7s4&start_radio=1

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree

A Bird Came Down The Walk by Emily Dickinson

A bird came down the walk:
He did not know I saw;
He bit an angle-worm in halves
And ate the fellow, raw.

And then he drank a dew
From a convenient grass,
And then hopped sidewise to the wall
To let a beetle pass.

He glanced with rapid eyes
That hurried all abroad,--
They looked like frightened beads, I thought;
He stirred his velvet head

Like one in danger; cautious,
I offered him a crumb,
And he unrolled his feathers
And rowed him softer home

Than oars divide the ocean,
Too silver for a seam,
Or butterflies, off banks of noon,
Leap, plashless, as they swim.

Poems are green and Poetry is mean.
-Poetry Beast

Please accept my endless gratitude,
I'm tickled pink,
You're a gift!
Thank you for your time and attention.
It's a blessing you've stopped to observe and listen.


ADDITIONAL INFO: @thebaldheadedpoet | Linktree