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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/19/2009 10:45:16 PM | Wonderful reading!
Peeking in .....and leaving a thought (really should be in bed!) :)
If all the balloons in all the world
were filled with peoples air,
and all let loose at one time,
into the atmosphere,
it would simply take our breath away
...and all who came before;
a multi colored mingling sight
in exhaled peace, would soar
night night :) | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/23/2009 4:46:06 AM | WeareI...nicely done..thankyou
BKS...always a treat..love the balloon ideology
Spiraling sea,
harmony,
water spouts
line dancing,
sea nymphs
prancing
on silken waves,
sirens sing
to golden wing,
and the sun
bids adieu. | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/23/2009 5:02:53 AM | The calling,
faint whispers
on a black eve,
subtle voices,
beckoning
from dark places,
fingers of the night
dancing in absent minds,
what trickery haunts
the shadowed thoughts?
only to be silenced
by the moon! | |
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| Mandrake's House by the Fire
Posted: 7/23/2009 7:07:10 AM | (Tom T. Hall)
I love little baby ducks, old pickup trucks
Slow moving trains and rain
I love little country streams, sleep without dreams
Sunday school in May and hay
And I love you too.
I love leaves in the wind, pictures of my friends
Birds of the world and squirrels
I love coffee in a cup, little fuzzy pups
Bourbon in a glass and grass
And I love you too.
I love honest open smiles, kisses from a child
Tomatos on the vine and onions
I love winners when they cry, losers when they try
Music when it's good and life
And I love you too...
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| Nice to see.....
Posted: 7/23/2009 5:57:33 PM | Ahhhhh....sunshine, I remember that song very well. Thanks for posting those lyrics. Fond memories indeed!
Jad59...welcome to the fireside, and thank you for the kind words. | |
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| Nice to see.....
Posted: 7/23/2009 9:07:20 PM | Tom T. Hall had it down pat
So many tunes
That show love respect
Yet we twirl on this ball
Away from it all
Spiraling further in further in debt | |
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| Nice to see.....
Posted: 7/23/2009 9:07:28 PM | Tom T. Hall had it down pat
So many tunes
That show love respect
Yet we twirl on this ball
Away from it all
Spiraling further in further into debt | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/24/2009 3:39:59 AM |
last night a new name came to me
though i can't claim originality
for a friend from england inspired me....
she had done
a quiz of native american origin
so i tried it too
and that is how i came to be
'moon willow'
for that is the name
the quiz identified me
based on various aspects
of my personality....
it went on to say
i would follow my own way
no matter what people might say
and i have to admit
there was a sort of kinship
when it named me moon willow
feeling the grace of that tree
mixed with some lunar magic
(and i do weep easily
when sadness and bliss fill me :) ....
so a new name i be
quite reversed from the one i used previously
where before i tried to convey a message of unity
now i've taken on an identity
more of individuality....
and yet the lunar tide
touches all from deep in earth
reaching far across the sky
so maybe my new identity
connects deeply at our core
as the willow bends towards the water
teaching us all strength through flexibility
the moon keeps shining through you and me
always a reminder of our ancient eternity
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/25/2009 7:08:32 AM | Thank you Sarah.
Seaz, thanks for dropping by with that write...hope all is well for you.
Moon Willow...nice to see you, and thanks for sharing how you arrived at the new name.
From my canoe,
a pulpit with a view,
where I preach the gospel
of silence.
A whispering oar,
as I paddle from shore,
to a watery garden
of Eden. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/25/2009 8:47:35 AM | Lest not to quarrel with voices,
for they all make sounds
of rhetoric...mind madness
drowning out the silence
of sanity.
If only
I could paint the picture
of what I hear, would it speak?
only to break the silence
of solitude,
turning golden ponds
into tarpits, cesspools of sermons,
meant for saving souls,
safe harbors dwindle,
looking for places to hide. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/25/2009 9:10:34 AM | Closets are a good place to hide
as are under the beds
that's only if they are off the floor
((love ya Manny)) | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/25/2009 9:17:22 AM | thank you Sunshine. Love you too! Yup, my bed is high enough to hide under! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/26/2009 10:52:00 AM | Karma's Wake
She lay with me,
even in her absence,
her eyes my vision,
her touch never far
from my thoughts,
her smell, the fragrance
of the morn, blossoming
like a spring bouquet,
her voice, music to my ears,
as she whispers from far away,
and her smile lights
a thousand horizons,
none more beautiful,
than todays! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/27/2009 12:22:13 PM | The Clearing
In the clearing
lay a grassy knoll,
at it's feet,
a translucent shimmering
wetness, sparkling with
a blueness of reflected sky,
and I,
of course,
in my uniform of flesh,
in pure solitude,
baptized myself
in this crystal chalice,
seduced by it's lustful waters,
each ripple caressing
my nakedness,
and then........
I heard her voice,
and with a blushing whisper...
"May I join you?" | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/27/2009 12:30:34 PM | wow...now that is the most powerful sensual and spiritual write i've read for a while.
thank you.  | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/27/2009 12:37:37 PM | So^^^^^ what are you waiting for? C'mon in, the waters warm!
I promise, I won't peek!  | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/28/2009 4:18:43 PM | Sirens of Despair
Waiting for the lyrics
of the mystic albatross,
exceeding boundaries
lost in flight,
the tunes of malcontents
attaching themselves
to majestic feathers,
proclaiming their justice
for a hard life,
the albatross carried on,
laboring to stay aloft,
it's excess cargo
tugging furiously against the wings,
to alter the direction,
to alter the lyrics
of it's mystical song!
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There is a darkness,
toxins turn pond to swamp,
where mutant forms wearing robes
pass judgements, wanted or otherwise,
perhaps the time has come,
to paddle my canoe
one last time! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/28/2009 5:12:10 PM | I search the stars,
the galaxy
and Mars,
and the songbird sings
of a thistle
that stings,
and I see your face
in the oars wake,
the ripples reach
but cannot make
a connection,
once more
the island
lays empty. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:29:03 PM | a hot summer day
no skies of grey
dancing african
in the bright sun
sweat dripping
heaven sipping
drums ripping
and the beat goes on....
second performance of the day
in the cool bit of shade
a smaller group
seem to naturally know what to do
jumping up to dance and drum
without even asking them
feeling so much loving
having so much fun
lots of drinking heaven
spirit there for certain
and the beat goes on.....
sending a hug, m.....a long one. | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/28/2009 6:53:08 PM | In my canoe
I hear the drums,
my oar stroking
in rhythm,
dancing in the wake,
ripples keeping the beat,
sending the spirit
along the great waters!
Thanks D, such a lovely vision!
Hugs back across the waters! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/30/2009 2:56:50 PM | The mirror is yesterday's news,
smoothing lines of transition,
blurring before and after,
disguising illusion,
putting a new face on
distinction,
as if, unprepared
for what comes next,
when the cracks
of faded memories
age...............she asks,
Mirror, mirror, on the wall! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/30/2009 3:42:11 PM | Hi Manny...loved the Psycho bit you dropped off...so shall we have a wee story by the fireside?
Tale of a Painting
She was just a little one
with a dream of ordinary
and unexpected renderings.
From the burrow of home she gazed from afar
at the token of all those illusory paintings
she had been told existed, somehow they
all seemed so distant, across miles of water.
Mother said,
“it’s how you believe little one
it’s the unity of it, for tenets have no place
when what unites is stronger than what divides
no water can keep you prisoner, in what you can
find in the promise of patience and sincere belief,
do you understand
my little one?”
She didn’t really
but at daybreak
she broke away
compelled for truth
always so impatient.
She swam to the expectations of her simple convictions
and there on the mountain, she found other little ones
doing exactly the same, searching tangerine heavens and
ragged mountains tinted in madder rose principles, dotted
with crimson alizarin doctrines, attempting to rinse fears
and disbelief, in vain, from their saturated
frustrations.
She stayed in that place
held in those moments
asking for anything
just some message
she could understand.
Eventually the sun came up beyond the salty horizon
In the light, epiphany showered down, soft upon her
perfection was the process and would never be quick
or instantaneous, it was her awakening, and in that
moment, she was delivered, to a painful realization
not to her own idealistic drawings, but rather those
sanctified by Spirit.
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/30/2009 4:12:38 PM | Beautiful story E!!! Such strong visions...the quest always reveals a truth. Thank you for sharing such beautiful words here for all to enjoy.
and thank you for gracing this thread! | |
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| The Fireside
Posted: 7/31/2009 2:15:57 PM | When all is said and done
My heart screams "he's the one"
I must dismantle the wall inside
The wall that helps me hide
All the love and feelings
Need to find the meaning
Let him know
THERE IS NO LEAVING | |
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