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Wednesday, March 28, 2007

THE ONE WAY BACK

THE ONE WAY BACK There are universal truths. Here’s one of them: You and your beliefs are not their sum. Here’s another: Neither am I, nor are mine. You and I, we are students, not teachers; we are apprentices, not journeymen, servants, not masters. We see in part, we know in part, and we will not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 8, 2007

ANOTHER BEGINNING

ANOTHER BEGINNING Why do you say, “Tomorrow is a new day, tomorrow is a new beginning”? Tomorrow is another beginning after the one that starts now. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 7, 2007

IF THEY DON’T LIKE YOUR MUSIC (YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND DANCE)

IF THEY DON’T LIKE YOUR MUSIC (YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND DANCE) Well, there I was a’running down the avenue, Circles in the fast lane, nothing else to do. Hot rods full of memories trying to run me down, Got to get some wheels, skip this screwed-up town. Refrain: If they say it can’t be done, you just... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, March 6, 2007

RESTORATION

RESTORATION For all who restore old machines The hulk arrives. It may be a car or truck or tractor, but it is that now only in shape. Some arrive forlornly intact with only the rust and dirt holding them together; others are in pieces like a broken ancient pot. A very few work, and reluctantly at... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 4, 2007

FULL NOVEMBER MOON

FULL NOVEMBER MOON Who could sleep on such a night as this? The moon rises, draws clouds veil-like across her face, then releases them and illumines our walls with her smile; until the snows have come and gone, the trees, laid bare by autumn winds, can no longer prevent her from caressing the ground... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 3, 2007

IN AN ABANDONED FOUNDRY ON A STORMY DAY

IN AN ABANDONED FOUNDRY ON A STORMY DAY There is no fire now, no sound in this place of smoke and din except the mechanical beat of the rain on the floor, faintly echoing the pounding of machines and sledges now silent as it streams in through countless leaks that reveal steel skies through holes in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 1, 2007

THE SIZE OF THE WINDOW

THE SIZE OF THE WINDOW The sky is not defined by the size of the window through which you view it. You are not defined by the size of the life you have thus far lived. Sunrise glory builds slowly in the east, then sweeps across the sky and is gone. Our moments for living come slowly to us, illumine... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 28, 2007

HAIKU #8 - WINDBLOWN VAPOR TRAILS AT DAWN

HAIKU #8 - WINDBLOWN VAPOR TRAILS AT DAWN Windblown vapor trails red swirls before the sunrise God paints with whimsy. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 27, 2007

BABIES’ EYES

BABIES’ EYES Poetry, like babies’ eyes, opens wide taking in everything. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 26, 2007

POET’S PARADOX

POET’S PARADOX Falling in love - the poet who has been begging for water suddenly finds himself in the river, swimming in poems. Where once in a while a poem inspiration would come along like a traveler on a little-used road, now they surround him like a festival - and while he longs to write each... Sign in to see full entry.

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