<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rdf:RDF xmlns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#"><channel rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/BlogRss.aspx/MedicineFlower3979"><title>THE DAILY SONG: FOR THE POETRY IN ALL OF US - Blogit</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/</link><description>Since I sing in the car adn the shower and anywhere my soul lurks, I thought along with my opinion I sould dish up a POEM of the DAY BLOG from my several collections.</description><sy:updatePeriod>hourly</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2000-01-01T12:00+00:00</sy:updateBase><items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/395201" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/390276" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/387417" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/385837" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/384354" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/383502" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/382291" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/380965" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/378892" /><rdf:li resource="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/377925" /></rdf:Seq></items></channel><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/395201"><title>In The Dark Shadows</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/395201</link><description>In The Dark Shadows In the dark shadows of my own making, Like a cold, windless niche in a stone Cathedral, I walked beside a reflection of truth, A midnight soul, seeing a self - denying a self - And in that place I built a fortress retreat. Then, like some dart from a Promethean bow, I am...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/390276"><title>Wisdom is the Compromise</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/390276</link><description>Wisdom is the compromise between old age and youth - Folly and care - Wearing five layer’s in the cold of night Or just your underwear. And I must now choose or find the median, Wear purple at the alter Or plain pin-stripe at the ball. Such are choices ill devised Set out like traps to...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/387417"><title>In Groves of Autumn Foliage</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/387417</link><description>In Groves of Autumn Foliage In groves of Autumn foliage We sit, my dog and I, Watching the sun descend the heights, Tumbling into the willowy pool Like autumn foliage. Billows ring on the lilied lake; The surface breaks anew; I sigh, and my dog sighs, For although apart in mind We both know...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/385837"><title>I’m Out</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/385837</link><description>I’m Out I’m out, standing before my God, Singing my very best song, Knowing finally that in his image I am truly created; For when God made the world, He took a day aside to create what the others would call folly, But He especially deemed well. Once I thought like the others, That the special...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/384354"><title>Personal Hero</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/384354</link><description>Personal Hero I am my own personal hero And none other; For the models are not molded And the map was never started. So, to the thrill of my inner joy I annoint my head with my heart And know no other like myself in total. I am my own best actor, Hestitating for nothing but the lurers Who match...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/383502"><title>Simplicity </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/383502</link><description>Simplicity I marvel at the flowing stream of people, Like the sea rolling and washing the shore with its plain motif, Exciting, yet so in place, like all things common to each other in nature. Simplicity itself, as natural as sun on breakers, We hold hands before for all the world to see. And...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/382291"><title>Come Wewoka</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/382291</link><description>Come Wewoka Come Wewoka to my house And join to me your nestling heart. Take my gift of hominy And to the sparrows tell your tale. This be my troth - Forever in this city fair Cosawta gives as solid oak His sunrise-sunset pledge. Our bones together to the eagles go As our oath takes wing. So,...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/380965"><title>Where has your hate brought you? </title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/380965</link><description>Where has your hate brought you? Look around Take note! It’s Sarajevo - It’s Colorado and Oregon - It’s San Diego Burning bushes sacred to the straight and narrow Defiles in lost canyons, Where the sun never shines but to burn - In fire the world turns. Where has your hate brought you? To my door...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/378892"><title>Over the Counter Encounter</title><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/378892</link><description>Over the Counter Encounter for Richard and Mike He was an over-the-counter encounter. His smile won my heart; His wink my soul And little did I know then What I know now. A coffee break, a dinner or two, Then to the blossom of my virgin sheets; This little guy, this blue-eyed soul Would be the...</description></item><item rdf:about="https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/377925"><title /><link>https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/MedicineFlower3979/377925</link><description>The Cultural Warriors We are culture's warriors Raising our voices through the land — Teaching with our measures And our hearts tied to our songs — Hymns which wrap the people With heaven's coverlet. We are the beacons for the century, To the youth and fiery angels Leading our pavilions Into the...</description></item></rdf:RDF>