Volaar's Sedentary Medicine Show: Tonic Poetry

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Monday, December 3, 2007

If You Could See The Way It Feels To Me

your kindness might have engaged regret instead, cloaked in the night air of a Winter come too soon, i feel the sting of the knive's edge too late to understand too late to take control too late to long remind myself that as you loved me so, too, would i love myself so, too, would i love those whom... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 19, 2006

A Reasonable Delight

I'm proud to be a Texan. We're proud to be from Texas. Texans are proud to be proud that they're from Texas. Do you know anyone from Texas? I'll bet you're proud to know a Texan. Texans are proud people. Pride in all we do here in Texas. Did you know George Bush was from Texas? George is a proud... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 17, 2005

My Prodigy -- To Cindy

I never thought of myself as the Teacher Before I met you I was too busy telling everyone How much I'd learned And how smart and worthy that made me As if I had to be made into something That I didn't think I was But that your broken heart knew I couldn't help but be. And now I can not help but cry... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, August 11, 2005

My Mother's Handwriting

It's been years now since you've written or spoken a word to me. Your capital "F"s and capital "G"s mean all the world that has risen and fallen, fallen and risen before my eyes. Had I known in five year's time your chest would fall and not rise one last time I might have given more than, "I love... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, August 7, 2005

Cataclysm

A volcano rumbles Beneath my feet Or my fear And a love I can not hide Hangs heavy in mid-air Moving my seeing Moving your squeezing Nails to white And fingers, red Naked before Your breath My heart pumps Into an orange sky And I am reborn. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, July 12, 2005

The Reflection

The stillness of the lake reflects the granite all around The field filled with lillies and rain's fragrance still abound But looking in my eyes I see a Someone I do not know A squatter on the water frames the freshly fallen snow The thoughts I think but do not share Cause lips and tongue to move My... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 27, 2005

Roxanne

Rock Sand Ocean eyes of Irish green An angel but for indelicate disdain An oracle of the human stain I catch a flicker of the light you cast A beacon sweeping pointed rocks A herald of rotting planks Buried firmly in your sand With you I move In flashes of golden light By you I sleep In salted sands... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, May 21, 2005

Avalanche

I am hanging falling quietly Suspended in mid-air I am wanting you to see me But frankly I don’t care A supple ray of sunshine Makes me glisten with new birth Holding heaven in me the way you do Lights the sky for all on Earth. If distance has no measure And time is all of now Would it matter if I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, May 19, 2005

Climate Change

I am seeing you in my mind Most every day now A whisp of air gossamer soft Lupins Skin so cool and smooth Hair dancing in slow time Your music In my ears Whalesongs Across the deep expanse Driving my thoughts Away from this place And into the space Where dreams pour away Aloneness An icy blue... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, May 13, 2005

Please Pass The Gravy, Ray

I sat there puzzled. I had always done good work before. But it was time for someone else to come forward, steal the credit and end my life so that I might die a thousand deaths and live a thousand more -- all punctuated with poverty and disgust over my own ingratitude for the gifts right now given. Sign in to see full entry.

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Lyric poetry, Shmyric poetry! I love poetry because a good poem can paint an entire human experience in just a few well-chosen word-images. That's what I'm shootin' for. I may not always hit it, but it's working for me today.

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