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Saturday, March 22, 2008

Underground dancing...There's a bird pecking at the fat...

there's a dead tree covered with now; there's a truck dropping cinders on the slippery highway. There's life in my backyard--- black wings beating on the branches, greed eyes watching, mouths screaming and fighting over the greasy ball. There's a mole singing hallelujah. Close the rotten doors! Let... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 21, 2008

The Power of Maples...

If you want to live in the country you have to understand the power of maples, You have to see them sink their teeth into the roots of the old locusts, You have to see them force the sycamores to gasp for air, You have to see them move their thick hairs into the cellar, and when you cut your great... Sign in to see full entry.

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Children have a self-protective way of learning...

They take in only as much information as they can handle at any one time. I remember watching my own mom. How good she was with other people. The mother who taught me to be a good housekeeper also taught me man was like a big toe, not necessary, just there for balance. She also taught me to sew and... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

Computer poem for those over 30...

A computer was something on TV From a science-fiction show of note A window was something you hated to clean And ram ws the cousin of a goat Meg ws the name of my girlfriend And gig was a job for the nights Now they all mean different things And that mega bytes. An appliction was for employment A... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Mentioning of the Souls...If I get up one more time in the dark...

you will have to cover me up completely I will be shaking so much from the cold. And if my voice trembles as I go from room to room you will have to leave your own luxury to see if I am just moaning or already talking to the dead. If you come into the kitchen you will see how painful it is to cross... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 18, 2008

You might be a writer if...

If you include an SASE with all correspondence, even letters to your mother....you can't resist pointing out grammatical errors in restaurant menus or newspapers....Your wife says she'll kill you if you whisper, "That is the end of the first act one more time....in a house fire, you'd save your copy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 16, 2008

I thought I'd go for a walk, and give Praise to my Lord,

I thought I’d go for walk, and give Praise to my Lord, while a spotted bird was singing his beautiful song for me, and not too far away was the hum of honeybees in the hollow of a tree, chilling their honey, making soft muted tones, a rooster and a chicken klucked nearby, while ripe tomatoes were... Sign in to see full entry.

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Is that you, Dear Jesus?

IS THAT YOU? Someone taps me on the shoulder waking me to each new day, Someone calls out to me to be better than I am, Then robs my troubles away, Is it you? Someone also catches my tears, giving them wings to fly away, someone gives me the sun, the moon and every cloud in between, Is it you, Dear... Sign in to see full entry.

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Poems for the child in us all...

From where did you come? Puppy, dear? I’ll be real happy if you stay right near, “Did you come from my book where the frogs are barking green, and where the water lilies are filled with them? From where did you come? Puppy, dear? I’ll be real happy if you stay right near, “Did you come from my book... Sign in to see full entry.

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THE BEATING OF ANGEL WINGS Listen for the sweet melodic music of Mozart, and the beating of angel wings, breathing a pure and holy feeling into all who welcome them, For those who believe and pray for help, Welcome the guardian angels, God will surely send, and, Do not be afraid but delight when... Sign in to see full entry.

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