Monday, May 19, 2008
There’s varying ideas amongst Blogiteers about what happens when we die but
Resting Stones In our youth we laid musing in the afternoon sun with burning coals of ambition We dreamt of grandeur and fame and some did win this envied goal while others sank into shameful tides Beneath adolescent beating brow aspirations and castle visions danced within our imagination Some maps...
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Sunday, May 18, 2008
Oh, some of the dumb things we say. Words - they can wound or heal.
Pebbles The stones I throw are merely pebbles often missing mark Frequently not even thrown but rather tossed into the air for consideration not dodge nor volley The quips I spew are neither bite nor bow They are but only wounded words Fallen Falling Felled
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Saturday, May 17, 2008
What do you see when you look past the obvious? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Beyond With eyes of a tight-rope walker I scan the room And although I feel secure in my stride, I look only forward beyond the lived-in slippers the locked-in chin up appearance that you prefer to portray I ignore the heaped up ashtray the 5:00 shadow the rumpled shirt which has seen better days I...
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Friday, May 16, 2008
Ahh, but when a lover hands you a rose silence fills the air.
White Rose Tenderly, his messenger chosen A flower of pureness white with dew drops of devotion poised upon each petal It bears no scars of broken moments or bitter sweet There are no remnants of sharpened tongue in the aromatics of its heart-felt bouquet His amulet dusts each leaf softly, bravely,...
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Thursday, May 15, 2008
We are who we are because of the roads we've traveled...
Memories I do not forget the past Today, at least my reminiscence is uprisen Prairie sunsets shot with gold, maroon, and cerulean Colours until then unknown Luminosity fighting off silent shadows Time may have circled round and round and how these places have changed landmarks missing faces new but...
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Wednesday, May 14, 2008
What are you grateful for? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
“The Wanderer” - Caspar David Friedrich Wanderer Faint is the theme of my chant But from my soul I sing and with thanks ere I go For the midday sun, my imaginary wings For life – mere life For lingering memories precious and sweet For gentle words, and loving caresses For colours that form before my...
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Tuesday, May 13, 2008
No one is judging you - benevolence has personal pace.
Hands My hands plead to be alive Beneath skin’s fixed surface a carving in of itself camouflaged with life lines and veins Held out and open Not empty Giving But in flesh there is no quantifying
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Monday, May 12, 2008
Elyse and I seem to enjoy the radiance of the morning... for you Elyse...
Breathless The exquisite fragrance of daybreak A synthesis of pleasures galloping upon a cool, sweet gurgling Human soul overflowing with a flood of infinite This joy, soothing and pacifying, an Osprey of soaring harmony Patiently yielding to life the motion of the earth can be felt beneath our feet...
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Sunday, May 11, 2008
Sundays... a day when I always seem to "feel the love".
Circles We, two resplendent suns balance ourselves in loving orbit or soar through the skies like two stellar comets leaving a fiery trickle of light We are seas mingling; two joyful waves rolling into one another spreading wonder and awe We are the blooms of spring lavender dusting scent upon...
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Saturday, May 10, 2008
We moan and groan but what do we actually do about it? ~~~~
Greed We lament that children grow up too fast That society conspires to rob them of the halcyon of childhood Fantasy and frolic stripped away by a latch-key world We weep because greed turns little faces into hardened urban soldiers; warriors of a weary world We moan that the earth is a shipwreck...
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