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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Dream On

©Cyndi Bradbury, 2006, E.C., WI Dream on, little one, dream on. Dream your highest dream before your days Are numbered and you see the end As a hindrance to your life. Dream on my littlest darling. I was once like you - Filled with the rose blossoms of spring. My dreams were happy and long, My days... Sign in to see full entry.

For John - "Dear John,"

©cyndi bradbury, 2005, E.C., WI I have a column in my journal titled “Great Lovers I Have Known”, And I wanted you to live there, To keep you for my own. I guess I’ve held too tightly, Your eyes are full of fear. And I’ve looked to you for love Instead of looking in a mirror. I’ve hung on to a dream... Sign in to see full entry.

The Day the Sewer Overflew

©Cyndi Bradbury, 1973; revised 2004, E.C., WI It was a bad day to remember When the memory was new, I’d just come in from ridin’ bike, Heading for the Loo. But Daddy stopped me, quick as might And said I couldn’t go. I said, “That may be what you think, I'm just saying, it ain’t so!” So, I ran down... Sign in to see full entry.

United in Forgiveness

© Cyndi Bradbury, 2006, E.C., WI Find in us, our Creator, A common link within. Let prejudice be ended, Let all nations be joined. Diversity should reign. Commending all the peoples To find the love within. When neighbors work at peace--, At last, we can go on. United in forgiveness, Equal, we can... Sign in to see full entry.

6 Haiku Homilies

© Cyndi Bradbury, 2009, E.C., WI 1. Daffodils blooming Lambs being born in the glen Yellow everywhere 2. Music, happiness The therapy dog sleeping Who is disabled? 3. Rent is overdue Bills are piling everywhere Economy stinks 4. Parishioners kind polite, and sweet-spirited Don’t sit in their pews 5.... Sign in to see full entry.

Juxtaposition of Ancient Chinese Texts and Places for Ancient Americans

©Cyndi Bradbury, 2009, E.C., WI Hanshan - Translated by Burton Watson. Why am I always so depressed? Man’s life is like the morning mushroom. Who can bear, in a few dozen years, To see new friends and old all gone away? Thinking of this, I am filled with sadness, A sadness I can hardly endure. What... Sign in to see full entry.

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