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Friday, November 27, 2015

After Listening to President's Message

“Thanksgiving Message” One cannot be so generous in war. Our Bird’s analogy; his bold account, compares this siege of Syrians to shore as long ago our Puritans did mount! Our enemy now interweaves their tread with innocent, who, striving to be free, must mock us with their ugly whore, instead, so... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 17, 2015

I finally figured out how to send my son's drawing! Hooray!

Rate This Source: Sketch by Clint Casey. “Jazzy Religion” She red-lipped prophet-seer blaring out the word. He prays swell apple-cheeked blowing on his horn. Me soul-less entranced; their foot still in my door. Sign in to see full entry.

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Free Verse, for a change...something I seldom try...

“Waiting for the Morn” Morning lifts my dark curtain of night; sea-gulled and wing’ed; warm satin bright. She’ll scatter the dust of a billion stars grace sweeping the universe here to Mars. Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 15, 2015

rewriting an old love sonnet...

“Between Two Worlds” Though heaven’s gate is grace-filled for the soul, I stay and hover, halting near this earth. Unless you, cherished one, were there to hold, my courage dare not leap beyond this berth. My heart has need of your familiar ground. I want no more than comfort of your kiss. You, by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, November 14, 2015

Paris Massacre

On the concert floor they're shooting them one-by-one silencing their song. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 13, 2015

I've been playing too much poker lately...

“The Flop” There's yawn and sleep; my lids are lead tonight. But shock and screaming overtakes malaise It is no dream! I have them all at bay! Ol' Slammin' Jack (that's me) will have her fight. She has a Texas yearn fer aces, three I hold my poker face behind my hand. I'm wide awake and playin'... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 12, 2015

Since we are talking about dolls...

Leave a Comment Edit Rate This I designed this doll about 1995. Her face is paper mache formed by hand and painted. The rest of her body is made from an old tea-dyed sheet. Her hair is from an adult human hair wig torn apart and restitched. Her jacket is from an old tablecloth. Her under-dress is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 11, 2015

Elegy for a Dolphin

Elegy For a Dolphin This dolphin trusted all with heart and soul and so his child-like mind would play with them. He had no warning people could take hold so bruise him as he can no longer swim. Oh, will we ever learn the sacredness; that bond between the human and all life. To dolphin, this... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, November 9, 2015

Katray, here is my attempt

“ without using the words: tree, leaves or leaf, autumn, death, I found this in an old poetry magazine and it sounds fun yet also quite challenging.” (quote from Katray) I enjoyed the challenge, trying to get away from the usual; the expected and mundane). We all complain about winter, but in our... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 8, 2015

Another sonnet called "Cradle Song"... (I'll be a great-grandmother soon)

Painting by Berthe Morisot, 1872 A sleeping baby girl; she slumbers here. The breathless mother watches all her dreams. Her tiny mouth moves just to share the air. In twinkling innocence her young face beams. Her baby’s here; her sleeping star is near and mother listens for the slightest sound as... Sign in to see full entry.

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I've been writing poetry daily for the past two years. I like Japanese Haiku. I'm currently in love with Iambic Pentameter and the Shakespearean Sonnet. I make it a practice to write at least one sonnet per day.

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