Monday, July 3, 2006
What goes around comes around
Once upon a time, in the land of shadows and moonscapes, a young child was born to a very young mother. The land of song, shadows and love was, alas, a world of contraditions. The young, poverty-stricken mother did not want the child. Fortunately the baby girl was adopted, and learned to smile, to...
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Wednesday, June 28, 2006
We help and inspire each other; I felt like writing and this CRAP oozes out
ACKNOWLEDGING MY DEBT TO PASSIONFLOWER in a POEM Title: Coincidental Design I Have I preached to a peach? What beach have I breached? I have shaved my daily beard I have shared my daily bread But was my joy rather coy, Or did I pretend to enjoy? II We need love from below and above I've allowed...
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Sunday, June 25, 2006
Natural Philosophy: You are the light in my eyes
Amid the noise and hurly-burly, the din and rancor, a cacophony; there is a light, a light passing through you - - a lighthouse with crystal clear hue that keeps me keeping faithful and true. Your light penetrates my eyes and heals the dark irises, the pupils, comforts and conceals my tears, my...
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Saturday, June 24, 2006
Bright Side of Dying
THE CIRCLE Ultimately, infinite infinitesimal circles Birth and death, from amoeba to elephant Feeling weak and strong in turn. Cycles of moods, of success, of torment From dust to seed, to dirt and rain Everything in circles within and without -- All the life that breathe on this plane All the life...
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Friday, May 7, 2004
Identity
I am who I am Are you who you say you are May God bless you then
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Thursday, May 6, 2004
Poem
Like bodies and bread - Minds carve words for tongues and hands - This is addiction.
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Quintrain?
Please explain to me what is the poem in the style of a Quintrain?
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Monday, May 3, 2004
Puns and double entendre will do it for me, for you, and most anybody
I think poetry is richer when symbolism is conveyed through a puzzle: which of the two meanings of this word does the writer want me to take? There is no answer, except the one you choose. This allows the writer to cater to every taste. In the second of these Haiku, the dew-freshened flower may...
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