A Planet no more
a dwarf, a minor player
on the celestial stage
the lord of the underworld
relegated, lost out
to more precision
prejudice
of the current age
seen as less grand
than the special eight
excised so others
couldn’t join the club
August 24, 2006 21:33 – Pluto, a Planet no morehttp://www.iau2006.org/mirror/www.iau.org/iau0603/index.html
And Wikipedia is already updated - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pluto
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Thursday, August 24, 2006
We Walk in Faith
A momentary blip,
a bump on the road of life
hit us again today, as it has
for a few weeks
a scare in our lives
prayed over, worry over
brought us together
family of blood,
of affinity,
our family of faith
wrapping arms around us
praying for us
for the doctor’s skill
the sureness of his hand
the guiding hand of God
in the testing to come
the results we wait for
the healing of the body
and the balm of the soul
feeling the presence
the people put in our path
wanting to help
to care for her
support her
comfort her
and me
August 24, 2006 20:11
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a bump on the road of life
hit us again today, as it has
for a few weeks
a scare in our lives
prayed over, worry over
brought us together
family of blood,
of affinity,
our family of faith
wrapping arms around us
praying for us
for the doctor’s skill
the sureness of his hand
the guiding hand of God
in the testing to come
the results we wait for
the healing of the body
and the balm of the soul
feeling the presence
the people put in our path
wanting to help
to care for her
support her
comfort her
and me
August 24, 2006 20:11
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Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Howl Turns 50
http://www.citylights.com/His/CLhowl.html
http://www.citylights.com/His/CLhowlhist.html
http://www.citylights.com/His/CLhowlcel.html
-----
I actually got a letter from Allen Ginsberg in November 1991. On the same day as a letter from Tom Clancy. Too funny!
Here is the letter I sent to the poet Allen Ginsberg in 1991 at the start of my effort to include the thoughts of influential Americans in my research on Presidential Succession. I thought it was very interesting that he was willing to respond to my queries even though I had misspelled both his first name and last name. He was known for large correspondence. He wrote his responses onto my original letter with an angry script (fine point black felt tip pen - I think). He responded only 2 weeks after my mailing to him. I have put his responses below my questions.
November 18, 1991
Alan Ginsburg (Corrected to Allen Ginsberg)
c/o City Lights Bookstore
261 Columbus Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94133
Dear Mr. Ginsburg,
I ask for you assistance on a research project. The attached letter is an example of one I have sent to 94 current or former cabinet officers who served from 1969 to the present for their thoughts on the Presidential Succession Law. I hope to expand my study by contacting influential Americans for their interpretation on these issues. Please consider these questions and read the attached letter before responding.
1. How do you think a succession to the Presidency by someone low in the line of succession would work?
- Who knows?
2. Would people of any political stripe accept a Secretary of Education becoming President?
- Why not?
Obviously, any situation that caused the death or incapacity of 17 more senior people would have to be catastrophic.
- I don't think so, not at all
3. Would the rule of law hold?
- Did it ever? Iranscam, CIA dope peddling, etc ??
4. How would the press cover the transfer of power?
- On a cowardly manner except for underground or dissident press. The New York Times still hasn't reported on what seems to me to have been a takeover of power by Military-Industrial-Nuke + CIA Oligarchy since 1970's - (about '72).
(signed) Allen Ginsberg
12/8/91
He also put a return address label below his signature:
Allen Ginsberg
P.O.B. 582 - Stuyesant Station
New York, N.Y. 10009 U.S.A.
----
Later, I found some of the same text almost verbatim in one of his poems, in a bookstore in North Conway, NH.
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http://www.citylights.com/His/CLhowlhist.html
http://www.citylights.com/His/CLhowlcel.html
-----
I actually got a letter from Allen Ginsberg in November 1991. On the same day as a letter from Tom Clancy. Too funny!
Here is the letter I sent to the poet Allen Ginsberg in 1991 at the start of my effort to include the thoughts of influential Americans in my research on Presidential Succession. I thought it was very interesting that he was willing to respond to my queries even though I had misspelled both his first name and last name. He was known for large correspondence. He wrote his responses onto my original letter with an angry script (fine point black felt tip pen - I think). He responded only 2 weeks after my mailing to him. I have put his responses below my questions.
November 18, 1991
Alan Ginsburg (Corrected to Allen Ginsberg)
c/o City Lights Bookstore
261 Columbus Avenue
San Francisco, CA 94133
Dear Mr. Ginsburg,
I ask for you assistance on a research project. The attached letter is an example of one I have sent to 94 current or former cabinet officers who served from 1969 to the present for their thoughts on the Presidential Succession Law. I hope to expand my study by contacting influential Americans for their interpretation on these issues. Please consider these questions and read the attached letter before responding.
1. How do you think a succession to the Presidency by someone low in the line of succession would work?
- Who knows?
2. Would people of any political stripe accept a Secretary of Education becoming President?
- Why not?
Obviously, any situation that caused the death or incapacity of 17 more senior people would have to be catastrophic.
- I don't think so, not at all
3. Would the rule of law hold?
- Did it ever? Iranscam, CIA dope peddling, etc ??
4. How would the press cover the transfer of power?
- On a cowardly manner except for underground or dissident press. The New York Times still hasn't reported on what seems to me to have been a takeover of power by Military-Industrial-Nuke + CIA Oligarchy since 1970's - (about '72).
(signed) Allen Ginsberg
12/8/91
He also put a return address label below his signature:
Allen Ginsberg
P.O.B. 582 - Stuyesant Station
New York, N.Y. 10009 U.S.A.
----
Later, I found some of the same text almost verbatim in one of his poems, in a bookstore in North Conway, NH.
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Bounce!
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Smile for Daddy
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A Heart on the Trunk
Up even with the second floor window
of our bedroom, a piece of flat,
smooth oak bark
is shaped like a heart
a warm rounded heart
like the ones in our chest
not merely the valentine’s day variety
a heart living in the skin
the protective outer layer
of the broad oak’s trunk
there for many years
I suppose
noticed when I glanced
out our window
to see if you were there
back from errands, chores
back to our home
with our three treasures
all loud and boisterous
as they are late summer
soon school and fall will come
but they are still full
full of the flush of summer play
a heart in the wood
growing with the tree
August 23, 2006 11:52
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of our bedroom, a piece of flat,
smooth oak bark
is shaped like a heart
a warm rounded heart
like the ones in our chest
not merely the valentine’s day variety
a heart living in the skin
the protective outer layer
of the broad oak’s trunk
there for many years
I suppose
noticed when I glanced
out our window
to see if you were there
back from errands, chores
back to our home
with our three treasures
all loud and boisterous
as they are late summer
soon school and fall will come
but they are still full
full of the flush of summer play
a heart in the wood
growing with the tree
August 23, 2006 11:52
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A Prayer for Justice
We lift up a humble prayer
for peace, for wisdom
for justice in our land
for a mother fighting for her son
a son born of this soil of this land
a son with a disability, a handicap
a mother fighting for him
A mother fighting for others too
for herself, for those like her
those like us
A minister, a congregation
a church, a family
fighting for justice
sanctuary, refuge
knowing the way of Christ
the calling to the least, the last,
the lost, like them
A country large enough,
generous enough, to be gentle
to be kind, to be just
May that spirit of Jesus Christ
dwell in the hearts of our leaders
see through the letter,
the language of flawed law
rise above the law
to its spirit, our creed
our belief in justice
and do the right,
the inexpedient,
the just
Amen
August 23, 2006 11:19
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for peace, for wisdom
for justice in our land
for a mother fighting for her son
a son born of this soil of this land
a son with a disability, a handicap
a mother fighting for him
A mother fighting for others too
for herself, for those like her
those like us
A minister, a congregation
a church, a family
fighting for justice
sanctuary, refuge
knowing the way of Christ
the calling to the least, the last,
the lost, like them
A country large enough,
generous enough, to be gentle
to be kind, to be just
May that spirit of Jesus Christ
dwell in the hearts of our leaders
see through the letter,
the language of flawed law
rise above the law
to its spirit, our creed
our belief in justice
and do the right,
the inexpedient,
the just
Amen
August 23, 2006 11:19
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A Vial
An amber plastic vial
sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence
held in place by the dull steel of the bar holding
the shape of the fence
next to the edge of the parking lot
the entrance to the holding cells
of the municipal court
an empty vial, with a story to tell
no medicines, no sign of a label
that would herald its contents
a plastic cup about 2 inches wide
held suspended above the side walk
making a right triangle
with a single line of spider’s thread
creating a hypotenuse
caught in the sunlight of mid-morning
the bar as the base of the triangle
a strange image indeed
frozen for a moment
as I walked down the sidewalk
away from court
making me wonder about the life
the person who left the vial
a story indeed
August 23, 2006 11:13
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sat wedged in the top of a chain link fence
held in place by the dull steel of the bar holding
the shape of the fence
next to the edge of the parking lot
the entrance to the holding cells
of the municipal court
an empty vial, with a story to tell
no medicines, no sign of a label
that would herald its contents
a plastic cup about 2 inches wide
held suspended above the side walk
making a right triangle
with a single line of spider’s thread
creating a hypotenuse
caught in the sunlight of mid-morning
the bar as the base of the triangle
a strange image indeed
frozen for a moment
as I walked down the sidewalk
away from court
making me wonder about the life
the person who left the vial
a story indeed
August 23, 2006 11:13
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From Art to Law
From art to law
from beauty to pain
a life with twists and turns
bringing him home and
bringing him to his demons
testing his mettle again
after the grounding in his mother’s world
seeing the joy in the music, the paintings
preparing him to face them,
the ghosts of the past
the echoes of the cannon fire
the indentured servitude
conscription and orders
orders to dark to honor
places in the heart, in the memory
that should stay hidden in the pages
of time, the attic of history
forced to squirm in the hot sunlight
like a nocturnal bug
yanked from under a boulder
fearing the image in the mirror
blurred, contorted in the prism of memory
longing for closure, for an easing of the pain
maybe that is the message, the hope
in this place, a place for contemplation
for justice, far from the battle lines
the purges of the past
Hope may be here, for rest from turmoil
for resolution and redemption
for clearing away unspoken thoughts
painful images of the past
August 23, 2006 10:59
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from beauty to pain
a life with twists and turns
bringing him home and
bringing him to his demons
testing his mettle again
after the grounding in his mother’s world
seeing the joy in the music, the paintings
preparing him to face them,
the ghosts of the past
the echoes of the cannon fire
the indentured servitude
conscription and orders
orders to dark to honor
places in the heart, in the memory
that should stay hidden in the pages
of time, the attic of history
forced to squirm in the hot sunlight
like a nocturnal bug
yanked from under a boulder
fearing the image in the mirror
blurred, contorted in the prism of memory
longing for closure, for an easing of the pain
maybe that is the message, the hope
in this place, a place for contemplation
for justice, far from the battle lines
the purges of the past
Hope may be here, for rest from turmoil
for resolution and redemption
for clearing away unspoken thoughts
painful images of the past
August 23, 2006 10:59
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A cat on a wire
A short chain-link fence
ran along the sidewalk
in front of the old New Englander
the short front yard
just over elbow high
a cluster of birds
landed and flew
from the wire, the bar
to the flowerbed beyond the fence
in the left corner of the side yard
a tabby cat, too young for sense
standing opposite the other end
of the fence
eyed the birds, a quick snack
raised and lowering his head
poised to pounce, to jump
to the top of the fence
walk like on a tightrope walker
a gymnast on the beam
to get his prey
August 23, 2006 10:46
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ran along the sidewalk
in front of the old New Englander
the short front yard
just over elbow high
a cluster of birds
landed and flew
from the wire, the bar
to the flowerbed beyond the fence
in the left corner of the side yard
a tabby cat, too young for sense
standing opposite the other end
of the fence
eyed the birds, a quick snack
raised and lowering his head
poised to pounce, to jump
to the top of the fence
walk like on a tightrope walker
a gymnast on the beam
to get his prey
August 23, 2006 10:46
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Monday, August 21, 2006
Eating the Word
He spoke metaphorically
so should we eat
knowing that the bread is his body
that the grape juice his blood
stopping and thinking about the deeper meaning
the connectedness in the act
in the murmured amen
on receiving the elements
the sustenance of God
eating his flesh, drinking his blood
feeling them within us
so clearly, so surely
responding to the call from within us
when we do this
feeling his love rising from within us
knowing our ability to sacrifice
as he did, because he is in us
feeling his spirit supporting us
hearing his whisper from our cells
from our sinew, feeling the dry bones
hearing his words, his calling
rising to do his work,
as his hands because his life is in our own
moving his hands within the skin of ours
giving blood because it contains his
lifting the load of others
because his muscle is knitted with our muscle
standing tall in the storms of temptation
challenges in adversity
because his resolve stiffens our spine
living because he lives on
in us, those who do more
more than going through the motions
who pause and eat of his body
and drink of his blood
not merely bread and wine
for true believers
August 21, 2006 22:31
John 6:51-58
so should we eat
knowing that the bread is his body
that the grape juice his blood
stopping and thinking about the deeper meaning
the connectedness in the act
in the murmured amen
on receiving the elements
the sustenance of God
eating his flesh, drinking his blood
feeling them within us
so clearly, so surely
responding to the call from within us
when we do this
feeling his love rising from within us
knowing our ability to sacrifice
as he did, because he is in us
feeling his spirit supporting us
hearing his whisper from our cells
from our sinew, feeling the dry bones
hearing his words, his calling
rising to do his work,
as his hands because his life is in our own
moving his hands within the skin of ours
giving blood because it contains his
lifting the load of others
because his muscle is knitted with our muscle
standing tall in the storms of temptation
challenges in adversity
because his resolve stiffens our spine
living because he lives on
in us, those who do more
more than going through the motions
who pause and eat of his body
and drink of his blood
not merely bread and wine
for true believers
August 21, 2006 22:31
John 6:51-58
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Pictures of Another Life
Pictures from another life,
of other lives, forgotten and remembered
fell from the boxes, from the envelopes
from among the mementos
the kitsch and the clutter
in frames and in my memory
pictures of earlier moments
of happy times, far away and faded
moments of wonder, in the taking
in the remembering,
wistful moments, preserved
saved on the film
disconnected from current reality
shards now, of another life
of other lives
August 21, 2006 22:20
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of other lives, forgotten and remembered
fell from the boxes, from the envelopes
from among the mementos
the kitsch and the clutter
in frames and in my memory
pictures of earlier moments
of happy times, far away and faded
moments of wonder, in the taking
in the remembering,
wistful moments, preserved
saved on the film
disconnected from current reality
shards now, of another life
of other lives
August 21, 2006 22:20
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Sunday, August 20, 2006
His Shop
There was something about it
the way he had things
just so, from the start
a level, freshly cut boards
of equal length
masonry bits
a Black and Decker drill
a stud gun
set the peg board,
all the separate hooks, plates,
brackets for tools just so
the old shop vac hooked by a hose
to the output of the radial-arm saw
the extensions of the supports on either side
hinged and able to be moved
the shop bench, made by your own hands
numbered sections, preset holes
deep screws to secure the sections
boxes of nails, of screws, bolts, washers, nuts
lined up on the bench
tools for the skis separated
as if by season
on the neat shop bench
a fluorescent bulb, with a string extending the cord
plug into the wire above, in another shop
years after the first one was replaced
in another home
same precious, care, of the shopkeeper
everything just so
until we grew older
August 20, 2006 19:52
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the way he had things
just so, from the start
a level, freshly cut boards
of equal length
masonry bits
a Black and Decker drill
a stud gun
set the peg board,
all the separate hooks, plates,
brackets for tools just so
the old shop vac hooked by a hose
to the output of the radial-arm saw
the extensions of the supports on either side
hinged and able to be moved
the shop bench, made by your own hands
numbered sections, preset holes
deep screws to secure the sections
boxes of nails, of screws, bolts, washers, nuts
lined up on the bench
tools for the skis separated
as if by season
on the neat shop bench
a fluorescent bulb, with a string extending the cord
plug into the wire above, in another shop
years after the first one was replaced
in another home
same precious, care, of the shopkeeper
everything just so
until we grew older
August 20, 2006 19:52
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A Plate of Bows
Ladies, I just don’t get it
a plate of bows, at the showers
tacked down and presented
a proxy for a bouquet
a memento of a sort
do we have to keep it?
is it really for something
something real and tangible
a ritual for sure
but we don’t get it
August 20, 2006 19:44
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a plate of bows, at the showers
tacked down and presented
a proxy for a bouquet
a memento of a sort
do we have to keep it?
is it really for something
something real and tangible
a ritual for sure
but we don’t get it
August 20, 2006 19:44
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Saturday, August 19, 2006
The Geometry of Dishes
Like a giant game of blocks
is the washing of dishes
of a family of five
even when only the results
of less than a day
a dinner of spaghetti
bowls, pots, glasses,
the cups from this morning’s coffee
essential stuff,
a plastic colander
wooden spoons,
knives, forks, spoons
all for the wash, for the strainer
the mountain grows
by organization, by item by item
taller and taller
to clean just a meal,
just a few things
left over from dinner
August 19, 2006 13:39
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is the washing of dishes
of a family of five
even when only the results
of less than a day
a dinner of spaghetti
bowls, pots, glasses,
the cups from this morning’s coffee
essential stuff,
a plastic colander
wooden spoons,
knives, forks, spoons
all for the wash, for the strainer
the mountain grows
by organization, by item by item
taller and taller
to clean just a meal,
just a few things
left over from dinner
August 19, 2006 13:39
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Pollenating and Pollenated
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Friday, August 18, 2006
Zipper Hoods
Flat hoods sit splayed on our backs
wool, buffalo plaid inside,
pulled forward, catch hair
before the snorkel coats
the ones we thought were cool
there were the coats
with the zipper hoods
decidedly not cool
hot and unpopular with all of us
forced to trudge to school in them
play in the yard, warm in the house
repeated all winter
when we were all less fashion prone
in the burbs
August 18, 2006 20:37
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wool, buffalo plaid inside,
pulled forward, catch hair
before the snorkel coats
the ones we thought were cool
there were the coats
with the zipper hoods
decidedly not cool
hot and unpopular with all of us
forced to trudge to school in them
play in the yard, warm in the house
repeated all winter
when we were all less fashion prone
in the burbs
August 18, 2006 20:37
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Banana Seat
It was black,
3-speed,
bought with paper route money
and it had a banana seat.
How proud I was of that bike
up early for the morning route
tool around the neighborhood
independency to ride around town
through the woods
to the river,
the bottle dump,
to the park, the ballfield,
to school
mine
August 18, 2006 20:31
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3-speed,
bought with paper route money
and it had a banana seat.
How proud I was of that bike
up early for the morning route
tool around the neighborhood
independency to ride around town
through the woods
to the river,
the bottle dump,
to the park, the ballfield,
to school
mine
August 18, 2006 20:31
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Full Bloom
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Shedding an Old Skin
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Thursday, August 17, 2006
700 poems
There are now 700 poems on the site.
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November 3, 2017
the cadence of the words
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edited January 13, 2016
A Calling to Write – v4
(editing version 3)
edited November 4, 2015
A Calling to Write – v3
(editing version 2)
July 6, 2015
A Calling to Write – v2
August 30, 2011
Hearing Your Words
written after looking up the earlier poem,
“A Calling to Write”
February 4, 2010
A Calling to Write
Habakkuk 2:2
Habakkuk 1
Habakkuk 2:1-3
and Day 138, “Write the Revelation”, in
“Daily Mediations:
On Golden Texts of the Bible”,
by Henry Gariepy
read 2/4/10
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edited January
13, 2016
Inspiration
Poetry – v6
(merging edits
to version 3, version 4, and version 5)
(I know, this
is part of the craft thing…)
edited November 17, 2015
Inspiration
Poetry – v5
(editing
version 3)
edited November 5, 2015
Inspiration
Poetry – v4
(editing
version 3)
edited
November 4, 2015
Inspiration
Poetry – v3
(merging
version 2 and original)
Edited
September 4, 2012
“Inspiration
Poetry – v2”
May 24, 2009
“Inspiration
Poetry”
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merged /
edited January 9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v29
(merging edits
to version 28, version 15, version 16, version 17,
version 18,
version 19, version 20, version 21 version 22, version 23,
version 24, version
25, version 26, and version 27)
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edits of
individual poems
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v28
(editing
version 14)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v27
(editing
version 13)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v26
(editing
version 12)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v25
(editing version
10)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v24
(editing
version 9)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the Words
– v23
(editing
version 8)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v22
(editing
version 7)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v21
(editing
version 6)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v20
(editing
version 5)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v19
(editing
version 4)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v18
(editing
version 3)
edited January
9, 2016
seeing the
words – v17
(editing
version 2)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v16
(editing
original)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v15
(editing
version 11)
edited April
10, 2015
seeing the
words – v14
(editing
version 10)
edited January
31, 2015
seeing the
words – v13
(editing
original)
edited January
31, 2015
Seeing the
Words – v12
(editing
original and version 11)
edited May 28,
2014
“Seeing the
Words – v11
edited
February 15, 2014
“seeing the
words – v10”
(editing
version 4)
Edited October 26, 2013
Edited October 26, 2013
“seeing the
words – v9”
(editing
version 7)
Edited October
25, 2013
“seeing the
words – v8”
(editing
version 3 again)
Edited October
23, 2013
“seeing the
words – v7”
(editing version 3)
Edited October
19, 2013
“seeing the
words – v6”
(editing
version 3)
Edited October
12, 2013
“seeing the
words – v5”
(editing
version 4)
Edited October
11, 2013
“seeing the
words – v4”
(editing
version 3)
Edited October
5, 2013
“seeing the
words – v3”
(editing the
original again)
Edited July
22, 2013
“seeing the
words – v2”
December 4,
2007 12:25pm
“seeing the
words”
about writing
poetry, when it is a gift of God,
transcribing
the words God already wrote
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edited January 7, 2016
Personal Poetry – v2
posted February 21, 2004
February 3, 2004 16:45
Personal Poetry
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edited January 3, 2016
Rewriting – v3
(editing original)
edited July 11, 2014
Rewriting – v2
September 28, 2001 05:33
Rewriting
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edited December 17, 2015
Poetry – revised – v2
posting 2/5/2004 – 1st posting to blog
last edit 8/13/2000
edit 5/24/2000
Poetry – revised
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edited June 29, 2015
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v5
(editing version 3)
edited April 11, 2015
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v4
(editing version 2)
edited March 2, 2015
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v3
(editing version 2)
Edited April 24, 2013
“Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v2”
September 5, 2008
“Nouns Verbs and Adjectives”
written at the Agape Café coffeehouse
Wesley United Methodist Church
(one of 24 written there that night)
writing poetry with third grade classes
Barrington Elementary School
Spring 2001
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edited May 19, 2015
Poetry – haiku – 2 – v2
November 1, 2009
Poetry – haiku - 2
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edited March
23, 2015
Sounds of
Scribbles – v3
(editing
version 2)
edited January
31, 2015
Sounds of
Scribbles – v2
August 18,
2004 21:58
Sounds of
Scribbles
&
September 24,
2006 16:39
A Year in
Words
This poem
marks 365 poems in the last 365 days – 9/24/05 to 9/24/06
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September 22, 2006
20:47
A Waterfall of
Words
&
September 21,
2006 22:58
Hope in the
Words
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edited March 21, 2015
Flash of Joy – v5
(editing version 3)
edited January
14, 2015
Into Being –
v2
edited January 14, 2015
Flash of Joy – v4
(editing version 2)
edited January 14, 2015
Flash of Joy – v3
(editing original)
edited May 24, 2012
Flash of Joy – v2
February 2, 2004 11:44
Flash of Joy
– Written in reaction to the response to the poem “Into
Being”
by Roberta Woods –
“Love it! You've
captured the essence of writing not as a discipline but as joy. And it is because it is pure joy (the agony
comes later during revision) it is not a discipline in the sense of having
rigid edges. All doing from joy is a
gift to the doer as well as the recipient whether cooking, writing, gardening
or any other activity. My joy activities
are writing and carpentry. All the rest
require me to have discipline to get them done. –Roberta”
&
January 31, 2004 19:28-19:36
Into Being
– About the process of writing as merely writing down the
words, suggested by Roberta Woods earlier in the day. I see her point, based on
the way my writing often comes quickly. Even when I edit it as I write, it is
more to get it right/write. We had been talking about “one-book wonders” and
had segwayed into a discussion of how she writes daily and how, when she starts
writing a story, it often is prolific.
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Pumpkin Seeds
Under the canopy
over the lake
on the flat surface
of the pier
next to the boat moored there
I lay still on the pier
watching the water
fish, pumpkin seeds,
darted fitfully below me
aware of my presence
a fishing leader
dangling off my index finger
a hook hidden from their view
a less than cautious one was
caught with canned corn on a leader
dropped in the bucket beside me
flopping and flipping
while I did it again
in the clear lake
in Minnesota
thirty five summers ago
August
17, 2006 22:07
over the lake
on the flat surface
of the pier
next to the boat moored there
I lay still on the pier
watching the water
fish, pumpkin seeds,
darted fitfully below me
aware of my presence
a fishing leader
dangling off my index finger
a hook hidden from their view
a less than cautious one was
caught with canned corn on a leader
dropped in the bucket beside me
flopping and flipping
while I did it again
in the clear lake
in Minnesota
thirty five summers ago
Pumpkin Seeds
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Geode
A tungsten steel rock hammer
a birthday present
bit into the round rock
uncovered a world hidden
and magical
hidden inside the dull plain stone
bright jewels of color and angles
light bouncing, refracting
off the quartz inside
within the stone
found by force
and serendipity
August 17, 2006 22:02
a birthday present
bit into the round rock
uncovered a world hidden
and magical
hidden inside the dull plain stone
bright jewels of color and angles
light bouncing, refracting
off the quartz inside
within the stone
found by force
and serendipity
August 17, 2006 22:02
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Photo Shoot - Ready for My Closeup
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Sunflower - 8am and 7pm
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Wednesday, August 16, 2006
One Page Shakespeare
Trying to explain who Shakespeare was
what his plays were,
what they were about,
to a ten year old
on summer vacation
I highlighted two
King Lear and the Tempest
She chose Richard III
oh what a web we wove
looking at one-page summaries
of plot and thought
a tempest indeed of images
villains, and beauty
August 16, 2006 21:05
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what his plays were,
what they were about,
to a ten year old
on summer vacation
I highlighted two
King Lear and the Tempest
She chose Richard III
oh what a web we wove
looking at one-page summaries
of plot and thought
a tempest indeed of images
villains, and beauty
August 16, 2006 21:05
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The Littlest Flower - blooms
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Monday, August 14, 2006
Chevy in the Grass
A horse in the small pasture beside the barn
a Chevy in the grass
hidden from view almost
behind the blonde stalks
the full heads of the wheat field
beyond the wide board fences
weathered and old
rust on the fender
under the light blue
a crack on the driver door window
a quiet car, on the Vineyard
left from years gone by
a reminder of a time when cars
were cool, the fifties
bobby socks and poodle skirts
and the open road
August 14, 2006 20:18
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a Chevy in the grass
hidden from view almost
behind the blonde stalks
the full heads of the wheat field
beyond the wide board fences
weathered and old
rust on the fender
under the light blue
a crack on the driver door window
a quiet car, on the Vineyard
left from years gone by
a reminder of a time when cars
were cool, the fifties
bobby socks and poodle skirts
and the open road
August 14, 2006 20:18
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Sunday, August 13, 2006
Sunflowers tonight
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Suds for the aphids
A foamy cure for a garden crisis
a rose bush, individual buds
encased in a moving mass
a living second skin
bright green, kelly green aphids
covering the crimson,
the green, forest green
what to do, oh what to do
to rid roses of aphids
soap suds, liberally poured
do the trick though it looked
a little funny
pest control from the kitchen
foam from the sink
August 13, 2006 14:28
probably about 1970
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a rose bush, individual buds
encased in a moving mass
a living second skin
bright green, kelly green aphids
covering the crimson,
the green, forest green
what to do, oh what to do
to rid roses of aphids
soap suds, liberally poured
do the trick though it looked
a little funny
pest control from the kitchen
foam from the sink
August 13, 2006 14:28
probably about 1970
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Ant Tracks
under a rock
a cityscape
hidden from view
roads, side streets, and
big highways between
the entrances to their homes below
a maze of tunnels, of tracks
beneath the leaves, the pebbles
disruption, chaos, in the turning
the rolling away of the stone
pale citizens of the world of the dark
exposed from under a rock
hide, hide deeper.
August 13, 2006 14:15
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a cityscape
hidden from view
roads, side streets, and
big highways between
the entrances to their homes below
a maze of tunnels, of tracks
beneath the leaves, the pebbles
disruption, chaos, in the turning
the rolling away of the stone
pale citizens of the world of the dark
exposed from under a rock
hide, hide deeper.
August 13, 2006 14:15
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Buckle Boots
Black, black buckles
like grates on the front
of a pot-bellied stove
Clumpy black buckle boots
worn over shoes by many kids
bought on sale at Sears
for durability, for wear
heavy rubber, no style
boots no child would choose
lined up in the coat room
with the wet bulky wool coats
of second grade
forty years ago
August 13, 2006 14:34
like grates on the front
of a pot-bellied stove
Clumpy black buckle boots
worn over shoes by many kids
bought on sale at Sears
for durability, for wear
heavy rubber, no style
boots no child would choose
lined up in the coat room
with the wet bulky wool coats
of second grade
forty years ago
August 13, 2006 14:34
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Analytical
Thinking the way through a problem
charting course, weighing the options
seeing the sides of the argument
permutations of consequences
some stated aloud, some unspoken
variants of thoughts,
across the spectrum
a way of thinking,
of seeing the world
August 13, 2006 14:03
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charting course, weighing the options
seeing the sides of the argument
permutations of consequences
some stated aloud, some unspoken
variants of thoughts,
across the spectrum
a way of thinking,
of seeing the world
August 13, 2006 14:03
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Moving the Shed
What a project
to move a ten by ten
heavy, dead weight
heavy wooden shed
from the middle of the yard
to the far back corner
forty feet laterally
and back another thirty feet
An engineer, a contractor
discussed the best strategy
We had telephone poles to roll it
long strong boards to transport
but no plan to lever, to pry
to unhinge it from its current spot
Grampa, in his eighties, had enough
Grabbing a two by four, heaved it off its blocks
The accountant and the banker,
grandson and son,
with no delusions of competence
jumped to his bark, his command
We moved the shed,
because he called
August 13, 2006 14:43
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to move a ten by ten
heavy, dead weight
heavy wooden shed
from the middle of the yard
to the far back corner
forty feet laterally
and back another thirty feet
An engineer, a contractor
discussed the best strategy
We had telephone poles to roll it
long strong boards to transport
but no plan to lever, to pry
to unhinge it from its current spot
Grampa, in his eighties, had enough
Grabbing a two by four, heaved it off its blocks
The accountant and the banker,
grandson and son,
with no delusions of competence
jumped to his bark, his command
We moved the shed,
because he called
August 13, 2006 14:43
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Mold in the Memories
A certain smell
distinct and acrid
mold in the memories
the boxes of our past
saved too long in the wet spaces
the less than dry places
of our lives
in basement, in storage
hidden from regular view
from attention of the living
sealed and put away
Marked now, as forgotten pieces
by their particular odor
August 13, 2006 14:37
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distinct and acrid
mold in the memories
the boxes of our past
saved too long in the wet spaces
the less than dry places
of our lives
in basement, in storage
hidden from regular view
from attention of the living
sealed and put away
Marked now, as forgotten pieces
by their particular odor
August 13, 2006 14:37
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Willow Whips
Snap of the willow whip
chosen, just the right mix of
thick branch, slender tip
leave a few leaves at the end
to crack the wind
break the extra shoots
the forks in the branch
a long bullwhip remains
yellow and brown, long
longer than you
feel the drag of it on the ground
rear its arc skyward
flick it forward
Crack!
You are at the center ring
lions and tigers at your command
along the street, around the yard
with your willow whip
August 13, 2006 13:59
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chosen, just the right mix of
thick branch, slender tip
leave a few leaves at the end
to crack the wind
break the extra shoots
the forks in the branch
a long bullwhip remains
yellow and brown, long
longer than you
feel the drag of it on the ground
rear its arc skyward
flick it forward
Crack!
You are at the center ring
lions and tigers at your command
along the street, around the yard
with your willow whip
August 13, 2006 13:59
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Saturday, August 12, 2006
Lollipop Lips
They were Four, Five, Six and Ten,
or if you prefer, they were
Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red,
their mouths that is, the wonderful
colors of kids caught in the allure
of lollipops, lollipops
in big open bowls on the desk
at the bank in the grocery store
Hurry Daddy, we want a lollipop
you’ll have to wait, oh but it is so hard
to stand in a line, wait for the teller
look expectantly, sheepishly, urgently
oh, don’t forget, boldly
hurry and unwrap it
so sweet, so fun, sitting on the bench
she laughed and I saw it, the blue
blue tongue, blue lips, blue teeth
they saw it too, howling, checking their own
smiling for each other, say cheese
wonderful lollipop lips
August 12, 2006 23:06
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or if you prefer, they were
Green, Yellow, Blue, and Red,
their mouths that is, the wonderful
colors of kids caught in the allure
of lollipops, lollipops
in big open bowls on the desk
at the bank in the grocery store
Hurry Daddy, we want a lollipop
you’ll have to wait, oh but it is so hard
to stand in a line, wait for the teller
look expectantly, sheepishly, urgently
oh, don’t forget, boldly
hurry and unwrap it
so sweet, so fun, sitting on the bench
she laughed and I saw it, the blue
blue tongue, blue lips, blue teeth
they saw it too, howling, checking their own
smiling for each other, say cheese
wonderful lollipop lips
August 12, 2006 23:06
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Excuse Me, Your Honor
I rose to ask a question
feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease
like Bob Cratchett asking for coal
or Oliver asking for more porridge
excuse me, your honor…
it was funny, his reaction
a sense, an awareness
of the absurdity of the formality
asking for a point of clarification
offering correction, refinement
precision in the writing,
the specific language
of the agreement.
I got a thank you.
August 12, 2006 21:04
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feeling unsure, a bit ill at ease
like Bob Cratchett asking for coal
or Oliver asking for more porridge
excuse me, your honor…
it was funny, his reaction
a sense, an awareness
of the absurdity of the formality
asking for a point of clarification
offering correction, refinement
precision in the writing,
the specific language
of the agreement.
I got a thank you.
August 12, 2006 21:04
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Sunning on the Sandbar
Four ducks, before mid-morning
sitting, facing the sun,
wings hugging against their bodies
sitting still in the sunbeams
warming the sandbar
in the brook
just off the Merrimack
A moment of tranquility
just off the highway
as we all rushed on by
I wonder how many others
saw them, noticed their
still brown forms on the brown
of the sandbar
surrounded by the dark waters
sitting, facing the sun,
wings hugging against their bodies
sitting still in the sunbeams
warming the sandbar
in the brook
just off the Merrimack
A moment of tranquility
just off the highway
as we all rushed on by
I wonder how many others
saw them, noticed their
still brown forms on the brown
of the sandbar
surrounded by the dark waters
August 12, 2006 20:25
Sunning on the Sandbar
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Poetry Where You Live.
Fading Slides
Long forgotten memories
were preserved on the thin skin
on the slides in the trays
in the box, crushed years ago
at the back of the closet
in the spare bedroom
of mom’s house
We share so much on them
trips, special times, everyday life
fading now
grain by grain, eaten away
ghosts dimming in the
little bits of celluloid
in the cardboard squares
in the plastic trays
annotated and cataloged
but slipping away
in fading images
of the emulsion
on the slides
from our youth
August 12, 2006 20:43
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were preserved on the thin skin
on the slides in the trays
in the box, crushed years ago
at the back of the closet
in the spare bedroom
of mom’s house
We share so much on them
trips, special times, everyday life
fading now
grain by grain, eaten away
ghosts dimming in the
little bits of celluloid
in the cardboard squares
in the plastic trays
annotated and cataloged
but slipping away
in fading images
of the emulsion
on the slides
from our youth
August 12, 2006 20:43
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One-Eyed Dog
I remember him all so vividly
like it was so recent
far fewer than the close to forty years ago
that it actually is
My grandfather bought me a membership
a membership in the YMCA,
I was in first, maybe second, grade
I’d walk the three blocks
from Abner Gibbs to the Y
But I’d be watching for him
wary, nervous, ill at ease
He was always there on Noble Street
like he wasn’t let in
scaring me, spooking me
One-eye of the beagle
stitched shut, long since healed
a blank space, light like that around it
a hollow sorrowful gap
haunting me, running away
to learn to swim, the get away
look for Grampa, in the boiler room
in the filter room at the Y
August 12, 2006 20:35
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like it was so recent
far fewer than the close to forty years ago
that it actually is
My grandfather bought me a membership
a membership in the YMCA,
I was in first, maybe second, grade
I’d walk the three blocks
from Abner Gibbs to the Y
But I’d be watching for him
wary, nervous, ill at ease
He was always there on Noble Street
like he wasn’t let in
scaring me, spooking me
One-eye of the beagle
stitched shut, long since healed
a blank space, light like that around it
a hollow sorrowful gap
haunting me, running away
to learn to swim, the get away
look for Grampa, in the boiler room
in the filter room at the Y
August 12, 2006 20:35
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Forgotten History
A discovery in the boxed memories
forgotten history of childhood,
adolescence, years gone by
pearls in the oyster
treasures in the dark
still places, quiet like the grave
dirty too, with the dust of time
urging me to look further
in the next box
for another nugget
sifted from the stream bed
among the rocks
and the gravel
August 12, 2006 21:17
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forgotten history of childhood,
adolescence, years gone by
pearls in the oyster
treasures in the dark
still places, quiet like the grave
dirty too, with the dust of time
urging me to look further
in the next box
for another nugget
sifted from the stream bed
among the rocks
and the gravel
August 12, 2006 21:17
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Boxed Memories
There were boxes
every shape and size
attic, basement, storage space
still, quiet, frozen in time
forgotten boxes of shards and fragments
treasured memories rediscovered
inconvenient parts too
things painful to keep
awkward to discard
hard to open, connect the pieces
aged, weathered boxes, yellowed tape
dust covered, water stained cardboard
memories in boxes
forgotten parts of me
who I was, who I am
August 12, 2006 21:11
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every shape and size
attic, basement, storage space
still, quiet, frozen in time
forgotten boxes of shards and fragments
treasured memories rediscovered
inconvenient parts too
things painful to keep
awkward to discard
hard to open, connect the pieces
aged, weathered boxes, yellowed tape
dust covered, water stained cardboard
memories in boxes
forgotten parts of me
who I was, who I am
August 12, 2006 21:11
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Frozen Water
The camera caught the water
froze it at a moment of time
preserved as drops, bits of eternity
etched right there
on the square of film
seeing what the human eye cannot see
the beauty in the pauses between
the rushing water
over rock and falls
broken into tiny droplets
saved and framed on my wall
August 12, 2006 21:45
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froze it at a moment of time
preserved as drops, bits of eternity
etched right there
on the square of film
seeing what the human eye cannot see
the beauty in the pauses between
the rushing water
over rock and falls
broken into tiny droplets
saved and framed on my wall
August 12, 2006 21:45
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Another Step
Another step on a long road
to keep them safe,
to build our family,
one step at a time
to do what it takes,
go through the process,
through the courts
to break a bond, stitch another
in its place, filling the empty place
making lemonade
when we can
August 12, 2006 21:52
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to keep them safe,
to build our family,
one step at a time
to do what it takes,
go through the process,
through the courts
to break a bond, stitch another
in its place, filling the empty place
making lemonade
when we can
August 12, 2006 21:52
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Blueberry Stories
A moment of panic
assuaged by the promise
the musing, the utterance
Oh, she’ll come back,
with “Blueberry Stories”
And she will, she told me
in hearing this story, this tale
of four-year-old fears
of losing their Pastor Lori
in the wilds of the Downeast
the wilds of Maine
The departing of the mission trip
only a day away
needing the assurance
of the faithful return
to still the trembling lip
the welling up of her eyes
this morning
August 12, 2006 15:03
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assuaged by the promise
the musing, the utterance
Oh, she’ll come back,
with “Blueberry Stories”
And she will, she told me
in hearing this story, this tale
of four-year-old fears
of losing their Pastor Lori
in the wilds of the Downeast
the wilds of Maine
The departing of the mission trip
only a day away
needing the assurance
of the faithful return
to still the trembling lip
the welling up of her eyes
this morning
August 12, 2006 15:03
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Friday, August 11, 2006
Growing through the Wall
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Morning Glories this Morning
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Sing
Oh if I could sing
sing like you
with that strong bright voice
share my joy in the singing
reach for the note, find my voice
send a chill through them as you do
what a feeling it must be
to touch them with that gift
your voice
in praise
August 11, 2006 15:50
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sing like you
with that strong bright voice
share my joy in the singing
reach for the note, find my voice
send a chill through them as you do
what a feeling it must be
to touch them with that gift
your voice
in praise
August 11, 2006 15:50
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Fly Away
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Pollen Party!!!
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Ablaze in all her Glory
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Thursday, August 10, 2006
Sunset behind the Piton
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Arc of the Palm
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Now that is a Cathedral
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Castries, St. Lucia
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A month of poetry
Today marks 31 days in which I have written and posted 151 new poems, taking the site from 525 poems to 678. I also added 100 new photographs.
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November 3, 2017
the cadence of the words
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edited January 13, 2016
A Calling to Write – v4
(editing version 3)
edited November 4, 2015
A Calling to Write – v3
(editing version 2)
July 6, 2015
A Calling to Write – v2
August 30, 2011
Hearing Your Words
written after looking up the earlier poem,
“A Calling to Write”
February 4, 2010
A Calling to Write
Habakkuk 2:2
Habakkuk 1
Habakkuk 2:1-3
and Day 138, “Write the Revelation”, in
“Daily Mediations:
On Golden Texts of the Bible”,
by Henry Gariepy
read 2/4/10
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edited January
13, 2016
Inspiration
Poetry – v6
(merging edits
to version 3, version 4, and version 5)
(I know, this
is part of the craft thing…)
edited November 17, 2015
Inspiration
Poetry – v5
(editing
version 3)
edited November 5, 2015
Inspiration
Poetry – v4
(editing
version 3)
edited
November 4, 2015
Inspiration
Poetry – v3
(merging
version 2 and original)
Edited
September 4, 2012
“Inspiration
Poetry – v2”
May 24, 2009
“Inspiration
Poetry”
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merged /
edited January 9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v29
(merging edits
to version 28, version 15, version 16, version 17,
version 18,
version 19, version 20, version 21 version 22, version 23,
version 24, version
25, version 26, and version 27)
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edits of
individual poems
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v28
(editing
version 14)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v27
(editing
version 13)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v26
(editing
version 12)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v25
(editing version
10)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v24
(editing
version 9)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the Words
– v23
(editing
version 8)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v22
(editing
version 7)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v21
(editing
version 6)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v20
(editing
version 5)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v19
(editing
version 4)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v18
(editing
version 3)
edited January
9, 2016
seeing the
words – v17
(editing
version 2)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v16
(editing
original)
edited January
9, 2016
Seeing the
Words – v15
(editing
version 11)
edited April
10, 2015
seeing the
words – v14
(editing
version 10)
edited January
31, 2015
seeing the
words – v13
(editing
original)
edited January
31, 2015
Seeing the
Words – v12
(editing
original and version 11)
edited May 28,
2014
“Seeing the
Words – v11
edited
February 15, 2014
“seeing the
words – v10”
(editing
version 4)
Edited October 26, 2013
Edited October 26, 2013
“seeing the
words – v9”
(editing
version 7)
Edited October
25, 2013
“seeing the
words – v8”
(editing
version 3 again)
Edited October
23, 2013
“seeing the
words – v7”
(editing version 3)
Edited October
19, 2013
“seeing the
words – v6”
(editing
version 3)
Edited October
12, 2013
“seeing the
words – v5”
(editing
version 4)
Edited October
11, 2013
“seeing the
words – v4”
(editing
version 3)
Edited October
5, 2013
“seeing the
words – v3”
(editing the
original again)
Edited July
22, 2013
“seeing the
words – v2”
December 4,
2007 12:25pm
“seeing the
words”
about writing
poetry, when it is a gift of God,
transcribing
the words God already wrote
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edited January 7, 2016
Personal Poetry – v2
posted February 21, 2004
February 3, 2004 16:45
Personal Poetry
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edited January 3, 2016
Rewriting – v3
(editing original)
edited July 11, 2014
Rewriting – v2
September 28, 2001 05:33
Rewriting
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edited December 17, 2015
Poetry – revised – v2
posting 2/5/2004 – 1st posting to blog
last edit 8/13/2000
edit 5/24/2000
Poetry – revised
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edited June 29, 2015
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v5
(editing version 3)
edited April 11, 2015
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v4
(editing version 2)
edited March 2, 2015
Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v3
(editing version 2)
Edited April 24, 2013
“Nouns Verbs and Adjectives – v2”
September 5, 2008
“Nouns Verbs and Adjectives”
written at the Agape Café coffeehouse
Wesley United Methodist Church
(one of 24 written there that night)
writing poetry with third grade classes
Barrington Elementary School
Spring 2001
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edited May 19, 2015
Poetry – haiku – 2 – v2
November 1, 2009
Poetry – haiku - 2
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edited March
23, 2015
Sounds of
Scribbles – v3
(editing
version 2)
edited January
31, 2015
Sounds of
Scribbles – v2
August 18,
2004 21:58
Sounds of
Scribbles
&
September 24,
2006 16:39
A Year in
Words
This poem
marks 365 poems in the last 365 days – 9/24/05 to 9/24/06
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September 22, 2006
20:47
A Waterfall of
Words
&
September 21,
2006 22:58
Hope in the
Words
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edited March 21, 2015
Flash of Joy – v5
(editing version 3)
edited January
14, 2015
Into Being –
v2
edited January 14, 2015
Flash of Joy – v4
(editing version 2)
edited January 14, 2015
Flash of Joy – v3
(editing original)
edited May 24, 2012
Flash of Joy – v2
February 2, 2004 11:44
Flash of Joy
– Written in reaction to the response to the poem “Into
Being”
by Roberta Woods –
“Love it! You've
captured the essence of writing not as a discipline but as joy. And it is because it is pure joy (the agony
comes later during revision) it is not a discipline in the sense of having
rigid edges. All doing from joy is a
gift to the doer as well as the recipient whether cooking, writing, gardening
or any other activity. My joy activities
are writing and carpentry. All the rest
require me to have discipline to get them done. –Roberta”
&
January 31, 2004 19:28-19:36
Into Being
– About the process of writing as merely writing down the
words, suggested by Roberta Woods earlier in the day. I see her point, based on
the way my writing often comes quickly. Even when I edit it as I write, it is
more to get it right/write. We had been talking about “one-book wonders” and
had segwayed into a discussion of how she writes daily and how, when she starts
writing a story, it often is prolific.
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2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, 2013, 2014,
2015, 2016, and 2017. All rights are reserved. Contact me at Ray Foss (raymondafoss@gmail.com) for usage. See
all 45,330 of my poems at www.raymondafoss.blogspot.com
Poetry Where You Live.
blessing, body, Christ, creator, Faith, gifts, God, love,
joy, grace, purpose, calling, hope, Methodist, NEUMC, Poetry Where You Live,
Raymond A. Foss, work, Writing Poetry, praise poetry,
#blessing #body #Christ #creator #Faith #gifts #God #love
#joy #grace #purpose #calling #hope #Methodist #NEUMC #writing #praise
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God, faith, Methodist, United Methodist, Habakkuk 2,
God’s will, free will, path, way, purpose, plan, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond
A. Foss, love, disciples, scripture, calling, God’s purpose, law,
#God #Christ #faith #Methodist #Habakkuk2 #freewill #path
#way #purpose #plan #love #disciples #scripture #calling #poetry #law #gift
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craft, inspiration, poetry, writing poetry, editing, new,
original, revision, God, gift, changed, growth, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond
A. Foss, rejection, perfection, beauty, quality, gossamer, magic,
#craft #inspiration #poetry #writing #editing #new
#original #revision #God #gift #changed #growth #rejection #perfection #beauty
#quality #gossamer #magic
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Agape Cafe, christian, church, coffee, creator, Faith,
Family, forest, God, grace, hope, house, laugh, love, National Poetry Month,
New Hampshire, Poetry Where You Live, Raymond A. Foss, schools, Writing Poetry,
#Christ #Christian #church #creator #Faith #Family #God
#Spirit #grace #hope #love #Poetry #schools #WritingPoetry #words
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