Saturday, January 29, 2005
The Cookie Jar
Bring me a cup of sugar, white and sweet made from canes or sugar beets Fetch three eggs from Rosie’s nest Vanilla too, pure is best A cube of butter will be quite nice and a cup of brown sugar, packed so tight Four cups of flour from the golden wheat grown on the plains, vast and deep To this, baking soda, to make them rise and a touch of salt to savor Cream the sugars, eggs and butter Watch me close, and learn from Mother Now we’ll fold in the flour mix with ease Pour in some chocolate chips,...
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Wednesday, January 19, 2005
For Bloggers who don't know they are read:
Journey in the Sand I read your journey as often as written– discript words of wisdom laid upon the electric air– they are footprints in the sand on a deserted beach giving comfort to know the path I tread is not barren of reason I follow truth I hope to catch up and be worthy of the encounter © J K Sommers, Jan 16, 2005 (smm, one in six billion)
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Saturday, January 1, 2005
Out with the old. . .In with the New
Happy New Year! Enter the moment where first breath is taken first kiss made first wishes cast upon the wind the moment of beginning new Step into the waking day first written page of a diary first step out of the past first step into tomorrow the day new begins life transcends Dance! Sing! Rejoice! All souls celebrate from winter cold to spring unfold the New Year hosts a resonant sound Renew, Renew, Renew © J K Sommers, 1997
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Monday, December 20, 2004
Thought Transcribed
My eyes closed, I see the Universe points of light sweep past my view moving, fading past I want to see the fourth dimension-- see the unseen I feel First I must know First I must understand What I was, before I was What I am, now that I am Before I can see what is to be I am shape and size, material substance, 3-D Was I once two dimensional? A shape drawn on the Universe like a stick figure, or a Rembrandt? Or a series of symbols etched together like the constellations I ponder their meaning...
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Friday, December 3, 2004
Cat People
They come in little handfuls of curiosity and play with innocense and trust for everything at bay they pounce a shoe or charge a broom but swift retreat with a loud va-room Made for independence as their domain they first needs peace and security to reign plenty of pets, when it desires, as forced affection will raise it’s ire They go as they choose and can be seen as aloof They’ll seek cozy comfort when need arises bringing with them field surprises Your lap they’ll return to and purr content...
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Sunday, November 28, 2004
My Father's Hands
My Father's Hands No, I can not see myself-- But, I can see my hands. Wide palms, the fatness of my knuckles with swirling folds, skin covered with cris-cross cracks and thick creases Nails--flat, chipped, irregular tips, I pick the dirt from beneath them or scrape with the pocket knife Fingers not so long and thin and graceful as my Mother's, or my sister's or my daughters' reaching octaves and strumming harmonious chords. I can see my hands-- They're not so big as my Fathers' One with a...
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Thursday, October 28, 2004
In Atlantis
Here walks the sacred Fem, in a sacred place– Where spirits of Moon and Earth, divine, bridge the stream of life and time with love and hope for all mankind and knit silvers threads of life into oneness– of heart and breath and mind, to her, the goddess, Freya– Mother of all life. By the song of Wind and sweetly scented mist of Life through Wooded hills and blossomed fields, to a solemn place– Steps softly she, this day of May, Lithia, the joyous goddess. Green leafed pines and trillium, roses...
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Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Resurrection
Out of Darkness Out of Sin Into light and Life Full of wonder and Awe no Evil to measure Only Goodness Life is not shamed not damned not crucified not hoped for Life is Breath light Blood not spilled but Circulating-- Heart pumping Mind Seeking Body Embracing-- Not Forsaking Hu Man ity Born unto the Earth in the light and warmth of the Sun supple watery form Full of Life With every Right of Nature to be As a Tree A tree is born of soil of water of light from a shell to a living Oak-- A thousands...
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Monday, October 25, 2004
Golden Afternoon
Running wild over flaxen fields The wind blows us like seeds of Earth Chasing Cottonwood fairies and Cattail kids Afternoon begins. A basket of food for you and I A blanket set amid the moldering leaves Trees of flaming yellow, orange, red, surround us rays of sunlight dances through Young souls with the fire of life bend to passions feverish delight The wind sings in the rustle of drying leaves we lift our voices in harmony intercourse of a different kind Our thoughts combined we’re one in mind...
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Sunday, October 10, 2004
A Man Chosen
He is steady and stands ready not tempted to move from side to side but constant as the morning Sun He rises with the day and toils body, soul and mind bending the working of life to his will doing as he desires He delights in the wonders around him the forests, the light, the rain, the sea the peace of night His talents are not hidden nor boasted above others but sure and patient he enjoins the force of nature and sculpts a living thing He keeps his dreams alive in a sacred place in his heart...
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