Tag: beauty
group name: i-am-grateful
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September 24, 2006 01:18 PM EDT --
( this was the first poem that was published commercially)
The shaman of autumn extends his staff
And touches the green leaves,
Transmuting them into gold and flame.
But all too soon they turn . . . more
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November 19, 2006 05:26 PM EST --
Gold finials gleam
Atop our Parliament -
London in sunshine.
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April 08, 2007 01:17 PM EDT --
Clouds of incense filling the sanctuary
Shrouding the ministers of the sacred rites
And the elements of the sacrifice
Moving from mystery to mystery
As the choir chants ancient polyphonic . . . more
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September 25, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
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April 11, 2007 02:15 PM EDT --
He stood looking down at her
As she lay in her casket
In front of the altar in their parish church
She looked so beautiful
Not the way she looked the day she died
Tired worn and haggard. . . . more
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April 14, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
(I may have put this up before but tonight I just got to thinking about horses, the mustangs of the American west. To me they are more a symbol of America than the bald eagle. And like . . . more
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April 21, 2007 04:14 PM EDT --
Sickle moon, ancient symbol
Of the Celtic Goddess
Bent bow of Diana the Huntress
Poised over Venus, my sun sign
What magic do you spin?
What arrows do you shoot?
April 21, . . . more
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September 27, 2006 02:30 PM EDT --
The aroma of burning leaves
The flights of birds heading south
Glorious sunsets, early evening cloud patterns
And the cool caressing of the breezes
Should, but do not cool
The ardor of . . . more
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February 20, 2007 05:45 PM EST --
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July 03, 2007 11:35 AM EDT --
Is This Woman Real?
Is this woman real
Or dream stuff born of desire?
Shining star bright
In the darkness of my lonely world
Oh yes she is very real
Flesh and bone . . . more
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March 28, 2007 09:39 AM EDT --
Transported in Dianna's magical canoe
Past myth, and story and song
Beyond planets, comets and galaxies
Oblivious to the smiling gaze of angles and saints
And even beyond the Gateway . . . more
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April 14, 2007 11:55 PM EDT --
(This is another poem written in "Cowboy Poetry" form. This is a unique American style that grew out of the long nights on the cattle drives. It very rarely shows up in English . . . more
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March 13, 2007 10:57 AM EDT --
Mauve and pink and gold
Painting the far horizon
Lady Diana
Only partially enrobed
Goes quietly to her rest
March 13, 2007
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April 12, 2007 12:01 AM EDT --
As he stepped through his front door he could smell the Spring
Even though the weather was unseasonably chilly, and he remembered
In his mind he heard the grinding sound of the icepacks . . . more
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March 17, 2007 06:20 PM EDT --
In the beginning was the beating of the heart.
In the beginning was the sound of the rain.
In the beginning was the song of the bird.
And from the beating of the heart the drum was . . . more
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June 27, 2007 10:04 AM EDT --
True compassion is born
In the blazing clarity of Kensho
That moment when you experience
Your own true nature
That moment when you experience
All things as they truly are. . . . more
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June 29, 2007 01:02 AM EDT --
If you are very still in the Adirondack forest
Deep in and away from the sound of the highways
Near the end of the day when the sun dips behind the mountains
You may hear the sounds . . . more
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September 21, 2006 07:52 PM EDT --
He had known her forever
He loved her deeply
But today it was somehow different
When they had been together business or socially
They always seemed to be side by side
Today it was . . . more
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September 27, 2006 12:48 PM EDT --
The brisk Autumn air
Sets my skin to tingling
Bringing memories
Of apple cider, ginger snaps
And lovely walks in the woods
September 27, 2006
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April 21, 2007 12:49 AM EDT --
Although she is far so away
And sometimes even invisible
I can feel her healing light
As it surrounds me, and caresses me
And though she is untouchable,
My Lady Diana, her warmth . . . more
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