Friday, November 20, 2009
The Ruts Of An Oregon Trail Wagon
An afternoon stroll found me in the desert, out of the city desert; to side walks of sand and I came upon the ruts from the wagons of the Oregon Trail; it has to be a million years ago in the age of technology’s realm. A greased wooden wagon wheel, cutting the earth and leaving its mark, what feels...
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Thursday, November 19, 2009
Preface To My Spiritual Poetry Book & Startling Find!
This is my first draft of the preface. This is what I hope to entice you to purchase. So would you based on what you have read? Thanks for your input! sam A Light Unto My Path (A Quaker's Celebration Of Faith) Preface A Quaker’s Celebration of Faith is a poetic and Scripture journey that one will...
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Eight Ounces Of Fear
A cupful of loving was all I had asked! O, it was filled with sugar, granulated at best! Similarly I filled mine with the extras that would sustain, but it was not enough for two! And now I sip from the cup of remorse and sit alone, and cry for two! They say a cup can runneth over, but mine has...
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Wednesday, November 18, 2009
One Day
Canto I: One Day, Today, Tomorrow One day I will awake and the pain will be gone. One day I will happily walk down the road and not think of you. One day the rain will be gone and I will bask in the rays of hope. One day I won’t think about you. One day I won’t remember what you look like. One day I...
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Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Like Wind Blown Dust
How to trust when I know not who I am! Letting go completely is so difficult to understand; love again? I thought I tried it once, it was with you and now you’re gone, leaving me rather blue! It’s been years since you walked away and I have remained, here, in a broken-hearted way never giving love a...
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Monday, November 16, 2009
Of Leather Whips
I heard the snapping of the leather whips, {incredulously personified in my mind} I saw the welts the whips left behind, and I wonder what it is that makes man such a brutal monster to invoke the whip. The whip is still there for man is weak and his deeds in mischief still speak. The actions of a...
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Sunday, November 15, 2009
Distant Shores
I have sat on distant shores; white capped waves surmise the surf. All pleasantries aside, I sit and await a calling from the neap tide! The pictures etched upon the sand, now drown; all these images take me to the dreams of yesteryear; in reflection, I have stood on mountaintops of love and tumbled...
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What Is Wrong With This Site? I am At A Loss! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Just one question! Why do bloggers say thank you for reading them at their blog but rarely bother to visit the one they are thanking? [You know who you are so let's have your viewpoint]! In Residence I reside in a hut of timeless mire but I long to dwell in a castle of desire. Only fools take the...
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Saturday, November 14, 2009
It's Not So Much The Sound
It's not so much the sound but the silence thereafter ~ O, I’ve heard the bellowing boisterous bastards and I know it’s true when a lass I would hear my auntie say, “Those dirty bastards!” Then roll her eyes and look away, all the while the men in my clan scoff about in contraband! [and proclamation...
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Friday, November 13, 2009
Perplexed ~~~~~~[The Robert Burns Stanza; Sextain] ~~~~~~~~~
I am not a stranger in this land yet I am a foreigner dwelling in the desert’s sand. I am here of my own accord, a self inflicted reprimand. With my resigned permission, the seas washed away my dream of dreams. Fleeing to the mountains to escape being hemmed, I pursue a final stand then nothing ends...
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