Monday, September 24, 2012

Lust, Like, Not Always Means Love: From December 25, 1993






 

weary of those who speak of lust,
lust but no love,
I finally arrive at the snow-covered plain,
seeing what's behind the boomer,
the mindless has lust,
the greed has lust,
the blind has lust,
the tamed has little lust,
the trials are lying bare
to be blazed by brave feet,
I spy tracks of hares near the bushes,
language has no lust:
no words showing it.

 

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

The Sunny Time In A Sonnet!



  



Park, walk in,
keys and cell phone in hand bag,
pay the meals,
have a seat.
.
Iced water with a straw,
Grab a plate,
Pick what's interesting,
Sit down and eat.
.
Chicken meat,
Mushed potatoes with gravy,
a slice of pepperoni pizza,
fried rice,
and a whole baked potato, great!
.
American salad and fruits,
A hearty dinner is over, satisfied!

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Monday, September 3, 2012

In A Dark Time By Theodore Roethke


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In a dark time, the eyes begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shades,
I hear my echo in the echoing wood---
A lord of nature weeping to a tree,
I live between the heron and the wren,
Because of the hill and serpents of the den.
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What's madness but nobility of soul,
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire?
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks--is it a cave
or winding path? The edge is what I have!