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Friday, April 17, 2009

Happy Children...who take pleasure in nothingness

Happy children are all-stars, curious jugs of sunshine, their faces radiant, their eyes metaphors of emptiness and fullness perfectly contained, their naïveté keeps us entertained, they don’t think about anything too long, peanut butter keeps them energized, they have happy feet, elastic faces, like... Sign in to see full entry.

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A year a'head, a flower unblown, a book unread:

A Tree with fruit unharvested: A Path untrod: A House whose rooms Lack yet the heart's divine perfumes: A landscape whose wide border lies in silent shade "neath silent skies: A wondrous Fountain yet unsealed: A casket with its gifts concealed - - This is the Year that for you waits Beyond... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 30, 2009

Happy Children...who take pleasure in nothingness

Happy children are all-stars, curious jugs of sunshine, their faces radiant, their eyes metaphors of emptiness and fullness perfectly contained, their naïveté keeps us entertained, they don’t think about anything too long, peanut butter keeps them energized, they have happy feet, elastic faces, like... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Waiting on Love to Come...

Sometimes we wait too long for love taking on the personality of a moth...forevermore. Here I am like every other flower in the garden drinking in the pearled dew, and hour after hour a female willow trembles knowingly at our pain, a swan sings close by, both of us living by breath alone, Sometimes... Sign in to see full entry.

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Our President, Michelle & Oprah,

Guys to watch, envy, and immulate... When they look at you, you know you've been seen, When they listen, you know you've been heard, their to-do list is endless, both had to make the switch from black to white to black again, from have not to have, from keep to give away, We poets call them, "new... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, March 14, 2009

Music, poetry & film

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Tuesday, March 3, 2009

Ribbons, bows and pink lace...

No ribbons, bows or pink lace, only curly long locks around my freckled face, I don’t want dolls or to play with others, I only want to dress up and go to town, Mom and Pop’s spent too much time arguing, too many empty whiskey bottles, upset furniture, messes for me to clear up, and too many trips... Sign in to see full entry.

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Before taking on the personality of a moth, I was seduced

into waiting like every other woman for her man in the garden of true love, a dark place I cannot walk away from, a madness has taken over, through weeping lids half of me was cursing you, while a female willow trembled knowingly, when she moaned a little, the hairs on my wrist stood up and... Sign in to see full entry.

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A year a'head, a flower unblown, a book unread:

A Tree with fruit unharvested: A Path untrod: A House whose rooms Lack yet the heart's divine perfumes: A landscape whose wide border lies in silent shade "neath silent skies: A wondrous Fountain yet unsealed: A casket with its gifts concealed - - This is the Year that for you waits Beyond... Sign in to see full entry.

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Growing Love

When I was a child, it was my mom I loved the best, When I was a teenager, I began questioning, was I worthy to befriend? As a young single mother, I wondered if I was worthy of another love? Now in the winter of my years, snug under my covers warm and tight, my inner poet whispers in my ears at... Sign in to see full entry.

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