Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The little boy and his first dirty word
tore at the sweet meat of his brain repeatedly and awkwardly like a young vulture snaring a tiny rabbit he was hungry and knew not else his first dirty word was beckoning him, he waited patiently, when early manhood calls, he must be ready. Two of my sculptures waiting to smile.
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Saturday, July 4, 2009
Poetry is simple and easy to read.
There Was an Old Mn of Dunoon... There was an old man of Dunoon Who always ate soup with a fork, For he said; "As I eat Neither fish, fowl, nor flesh, I should otherwise finish too quick." I love this. Isn't it cool? Anonymous Epitaph on Newton, Alexander Pope (1688-1744) Nature and Nature's laws...
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Friday, June 26, 2009
Waking from sleep, inside the veins there are navies setting forth...
Waking from sleep, Inside the veins there are navies setting forth... Tiny explosions at the water lines, And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood. It is morning. The country has slept the whole winter. Window seats were covered with fur skins, the yard was full Of stiff dogs, and hands...
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John Milton's, poem of his blindness...
On His Blindness John Milton (1608-1674) Hermes standing and waiting. When I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide, And that one talent which is death to hide Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent To serve therewith my Maker, and present My true...
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Sunday, June 7, 2009
Birthdays always get me thinking...
Birthdays Not surprisingly birthdays come on like villians knocking at our doors, tap, tap, tap, shifty-eyed fast speaking salesmen peddling love, wisdom, youth and popularity pushing substitutes in bottles, tiny millimeters of hope Shifter stones, natal lovers, dark aliens, eavesdropping our days...
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Monday, June 1, 2009
Sculpting the Heart - Come visit me! www.sculptingtheheart.com
Check my new book out "Sculpting the Heart" at www.sculptingtheheart.com! A year a'head, a flower unblown, a book unread: It is a shame when any book lies unread and lonely. Mine is full of my heartfelt poetry, photos of original art work and prose straight from my heart. Come visit me at...
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Monday, May 25, 2009
Who should live and who should die on Memorial Day?
Who should die and who should live? I think a lot about our men arguing over who should die and who should live, I think about how they worry about the sky dropping fire and brimstone on them and all they love... Who should die and who should live? I think a lot about our men arguing over who should...
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The Winds of Our Grief
There are many definitions of sadness. It can cripple us if we don't turn it into creative expession. I try to keep it simple before my own tears drown me. The Winds of Our Grief Blow us into a world of fog No ceiling, no doors, no windows Looking around we see failure we see loss we see dead ends...
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Saturday, May 23, 2009
When alone...
In the number ONE, we find despair, frustration and loss of hope... When alone we seem more willing to accept the negative than the positive, We worry about our future and suffer disillusionment of our past We scoff at the idea that we can elect happiness, in fact, we may be the only living creature...
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Sunday, May 3, 2009
Check my new book out "Sculpting the Heart" at www.sculptingtheheart.com!
A year a'head, a flower unblown, a book unread: It is a shame when any book lies unread and lonely. Mine is full of my heartfelt poetry, photos of original art work and prose straight from my heart. Come visit me at www.sculptingtheheart.com. A Tree with fruit unharvested: A Path untrod: A House...
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