Tuesday, December 2, 2008
"Birth, life, and death - each took place on the hidden side of a leaf. "
~ Toni Morrison Beyond No poem proud enough or the chants though dazzling not loud enough No verse clustering in the darkness can match the psalms of the dead or the song of the spirit whose work is now done We may beat the drum and breath may become flame as we press our lips closer; closer to the...
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Monday, December 1, 2008
“Lovers embrace that which is between them rather than each other” ~ Gibran
Pirouette In the soiree of longing both the host and hostess tread softly over the fine lines Sultry evening unfolding Euphonious glances adrift on moonlit moments You can hear the anticipation crackle like the tiny bubbles within a soft, white foam Subtle refrains of passion’s yearning fill the...
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Sunday, November 30, 2008
“He lives the poetry that he cannot write. The others write the poetry
that they dare not realize. ” ~ Oscar Wilde Dare And in the softness of my weak; my quivered knees, my soul so meek I buckle under the rules of don’t and sensor from my world the won’t I temper visions of grand and flare My life a constant “truth or dare” I tiptoe on the ledge of night until the...
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Saturday, November 29, 2008
“Wonder is involuntary praise” ~ Edward Young ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Lay There Others may praise with folded hands and bowed head but from the banks of my river I await a well inhaled scent; an aroma of apprentice author, artist, parent, child, thinker I honour the wise and witless the brave and the weak the fearless and fearful I lie in the grass abstracted and...
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Friday, November 28, 2008
“There is nothing noble in being superior to some other person. The true
nobility is in being superior to your previous self. ” ~ Unknown True Notable Quotable Nobility rising In the lint of light threads of dignity flicker and the sound of quiet heroics thunder Unmasked Naked noises Baring soul to see In the minuet of human we are landlocked and laden with the burden of...
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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Mariaki posted a poem yesterday which, coincidently, aligned with the one
I was writing the same day. Love when that happens! And it happens often in here – a recurring theme from varies corners of the world. Child A child is born pleased with the sound of it’s own name And all that is bright and virgin stakes its claim to the clamoring world Though not yet standing...
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Wednesday, November 26, 2008
“Conscience is a man's compass” ~ Vincent van Gogh ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Compass Sometimes it feels like our own strength is unequal to the task; beyond our powers But check your compass North is still north The hands do not lie nor do they waver in reluctant sigh Time pieces keep ticking Hear the talk of the clock There’s no where to hide So just walk the walk I'm...
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Tuesday, November 25, 2008
This blogger feels badly because she's guilty of a small Blogit crime ~~~~~
The success or enjoyment level of Blogit is reliant on the interactive nature of the site; writing, yes, but also reading others and sharing ideas, thoughts, or simply offering encouragement. It has been that way for me since the day I subscribed. I remember a wonderful young blogger named Najwa -...
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Monday, November 24, 2008
“The Sun, with all the planets revolving around it, and depending on it,
can still ripen a bunch of grapes as though it had nothing else in the Universe to do. ” ~ Galileo Watching Even amidst the stale and drowsy air the Universe remains delicious Its glorious grips defiling liars and healing agonies Draped like the night in scarlet folds its simplicity offers promises...
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Sunday, November 23, 2008
For my daughter and for anyone who has faced adversity and risen above…
Taking In the small crease between heart and heartless Naysayer and hopeful keeping Between pure and the spoils of forgotten love In the hollow that separates the boy from boisterous and the girl from womanly sentience There hides defining moments; moments when choice beckons and there is no room...
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