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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

HE SAT AND WROTE A POEM

HE SAT AND WROTE A POEM He sat and wrote a poem, this boy of ten years old – a poem of flying owls deep in the coastal woods. No sonnet, rhyme or meter, no form did he apply; he wrote for love of writing, free verse the owl’s dark sky. But like the owl, the poem hid from daylight’s searching eyes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 28, 2008

RELEASING POEMS FROM CAGES

RELEASING POEMS FROM CAGES “These poems need to be released from their cages” – Robert Bly to Coleman Barks, commissioning him to translate the work of Rumi into modern English. You see how your words can fly. Soaring far as albatross, hovering and darting about like hummingbird, wheeling like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, January 25, 2008

TURN YOUR BACK AND JUST WALK AWAY

TURN YOUR BACK AND JUST WALK AWAY (Inspired by the Blues Traveler song “But Anyway”) Hey, now, would you say that you love me Let me hear the things I want you to say? Hey, now, would you steal my heart And then turn your back and just walk away? Hey, now, would you take my trust, Promise me you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 22, 2008

FOUR POEMS ON THE EMERGENCE OF HOPE

FOUR POEMS ON THE EMERGENCE OF HOPE I. When you finally realize that it is your sorrows and not the love of God that have an end, that there is a way through your pain, that you have the power to make a new life; when you finally realize that it doesn’t have to be like this forever, the fact that it... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 21, 2008

NIGHT PATROL

NIGHT PATROL The sheriff’s helicopter circles, twirled about in long noisy circles by the Earth that holds its spotlight tether while I search for poems that have escaped into the night. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 17, 2008

THE NIGHT MY CAR DIED ON RYER ISLAND

THE NIGHT MY CAR DIED ON RYER ISLAND They said she was dying. So I gave her one last run, letting her lope easily down the undulating pavement southbound out of West Sacramento, her radio antenna and open windows making the wind sing, squashing undertire the tomatoes spilled from careening harvest... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, January 15, 2008

I WANTED TO BE THE LEAF

I WANTED TO BE THE LEAF I wanted to be the leaf, but with the passing of seasons the leaf withered. I wanted to be the tree from which the leaf grew, but with the passing of years the tree fell. I wanted to be the water that nourished the tree, but with the passing of eons the water evaporated. I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 14, 2008

CONSEQUENCES

CONSEQUENCES Let the beauty we love/be what we do – Rumi, translated by Barks Beauty lives within you. It is who you are, the essence of your being Should you forget who you are, do not be amazed to become a stranger – not to others, but to yourself and all in which you believe. ©T. Patrick Berry... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 13, 2008

PHOEBE SIGHS IN WINTER WOOD

PHOEBE SIGHS IN WINTER WOOD Phoebe sighs in winter wood, How long? My heart replies, Why yearn for spring? Too long a winter of the heart, I stand bare as these trees, waiting with them for warmth of hope eternally promised, always one more cold night away. Spring will warm this grove, And phoebe... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

REMNANT

REMNANT When all that was permanent is revealed to be passing, When all that was important is exposed as insignificant, When all that was powerful has at last become weak, When all that was wisdom has evolved into foolishness, When all that is external vanishes into nothing, What remains is joy. ©T.... Sign in to see full entry.

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