Tag: beauty
group name: peaceandjoy
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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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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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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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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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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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May 04, 2007 04:39 PM EDT --
White Cherry blossoms
Covering my front walkway
Spring is passing through
May 4, 2007
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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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May 28, 2007 12:51 PM EDT --
A Thought For Memorial Day
We remember our fallen dead, as well we should
We morn over what they might have done
We morn for the holes they have left in our lives
An so we should
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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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April 25, 2007 09:48 PM EDT --
Please join me in the Thumper Rabbit Guild of Literary Criticism.
There is only one rule and no dues
The rule is:
If you can't say something nice about someone elses work, say nothing at all.
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May 27, 2007 11:03 AM EDT --
The stone is cast into the pond
The splash is heard
The ripples spread out in ever widening circles
And then they are gone.
How like the ripples
Are the currents disquieting . . . more
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July 07, 2007 03:14 PM EDT --
Lady each morning when I awake
My consciousness is filled with your radiance
When you are happy, I rejoice with you
When you are sad, I long to hold you
And chase your tears and fears away . . . more
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May 22, 2007 05:52 AM EDT --
Spring's rush towards Summer
The silly tag game of warm and cold
Stirs the Bard's ancient blood to tingling
In seldom used parts of mind and body
Recalling dreams and fancies . . . more
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June 10, 2007 11:45 PM EDT --
The sound of her voice
Creates tremors of pleasurable joy in me
I wonder what her caress would bring
Her embrace, her kiss
Perhaps something to consider in my dreams
June . . . more
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April 19, 2007 11:53 PM EDT --
Lady Diana
Just a thin slip of a girl
To long has it been
Since I gazed upon your full face
I burn to do so again.
April 19, 2007
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June 01, 2007 01:40 PM EDT --
He sat alone in the twilight
That soft time of the day
The Irish call the gloaming.
Watching the sun set
And the moon rise
He thought of her
How he longed for her touch
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June 18, 2007 10:34 AM EDT --
Having turned away
From The Gateway of the Summer Stars
At least for the present, he wondered
What now?
He was really one born out of season
The soul of a monk, yet walking . . . more
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