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Saturday, April 5, 2008

The Burning One...

Since the beginning of time, Angels like me burn to love man, and reach out to us in their own particular way, inspiring them to be the best that they can be, to connect and reconnect with each other and God, Angels like me are teachers, comforters and intimate friends who can transform the mundane... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 4, 2008

Fishing for Love?

The scene reminded me of a minuet, them catching a glimpse of one another, secretly then outright blatantly staring, It should only take a matter of minutes to fall in love. She wiggles seductively beginning the universal fertility dance of love. Confidently, he moves in with his eyes bulging from... Sign in to see full entry.

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Kahlil Gibran gave us some good reminders in child-raising:

Your children are not your children, They are the son and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you yet they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts, You may house their... Sign in to see full entry.

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The Tree of Many Tomorrows...

The children hung upside down on the tree Of many tomorrows, Many hid under the branches when first kissed like me, Many sported their first love’s initials, like me on it’s grand trunk, All through puberty, the tree was dropping yards and yards of thinking and listening onto the many generations of... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The Teddy Bear, Part 2...When We Were Very Young, A.A.Milne...

A bear, however hard he tries, grows tubby without exercise... Why then, a bear (for all his tub) Might yet be named "The Handsome Cub!" "Might yet be named." Ore did he mean that years ago he "might have been" for now he felt a slight misgiving: "Is Louis So and So still living? Fashions in beauty... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, April 1, 2008

The Teddy Bear...a bear, however, hard he tries,

grows tubby without exercise. Our Teddy Bear is short and fat Which is not to be wondered at' He gets what exercise he can by falling off the ottoman, But generally seems to lack The energy to clamber back. Now tubbiness is just the thing Which gets a fellow wondering; And Teddy worried lots about... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

There is an angel in all of us...

"..I think the sea and the sea air will mend my stiff arm, I know that I will float for hours in the icy water, humming my new poems; I know that when the others go, like mist, or gray jelly, or tiny crabs, I will lie on the sand and make my own imprint, seven or eight feet this time, a giant sand... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

THE SUBJECT OF BUTTERFLIES AND INSECTS

Evolution favors us but compared to man, we’re built inside out and upside down with an ugly face, We have no bones, our skeleton external, to grow we must molt which takes a little trouble, Like man, most of us live to work, mate and die, no time for fun we live so briefly, Some of us have neither... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

When I have writer's block, I like to refresh my psyche with a children's..

poem. One of my favorites is by Ernest H. Shepard, author of the Winnie-the-Pooh collection and When We Were Very Young: HALFWAY DOWN Halfway down the stairs Is a stair Where I sit. There isn’t any Other stair Quite like it. I’m not at the bottom, I’m not at the top; So this is the stair Where I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Do you ever wonder about the life form of an angel?...

Poet H.D. takes herself a close look at the life form of an angel: I can not invent it, I said it was agate. I I said, it lived, it gave-- fragrance--was near enough to explain that quality for which there is no name; I do not want to name it, I want to watch its faint heartbeat, pulsebeat as it... Sign in to see full entry.

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