Tag: Poetry
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Celebrations and Poetry
I was given a lovely gift for my birthday! This is a poem by my friend and co-author Jimmie Bise. He just came off a month straight of writing a poem every day, and I was so honored when I received this from him. To My Friend, a Scientist, on Her Birthday You know all…
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Bibliophilia: A Heap O’ Livin’
This book is a little different for me. I picked it up today, on the strength of the title and the attractive little volumes (I got both in first edition bindings). But even at the bookstore as I flipped through looking at the verses I was charmed with them. In my first impressions of…
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True Friendship’s Worth
I shared this a few years back. Seemed like a good thing to feature again today. We know that when the clouds look darkest And spread their shade around If we could look beyond the portals, The sunshine would be found. And when the storm beats o’er us fiercely, Crushing our flowers to earth…
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Unfinished
It’s only a leaf. It was only a few moments, in the shade. It was only a short wait. It was only a pen, and paper, and the delicate fernlike leaf of the Daucus carota and inspiration… And then it was unfinished. Joyfully. Abandoned. In favor of the company of love. And now it…
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I’m not a Poet, and I Know It
Misha Burnett, on the other hand, is. A gifted poet. He’s written a series on poetry for the fiction author I think is well worth the time if you have the inclination to romance the language as you write. I do. Also, if you want some samples of the man’s talent, you should check…
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Wonder
Into the darkness a crack was growing molten potential of the planet’s heart grown, never hewn, from material composing the crust millenia passes metal crystalline seeds planted grew monstrous a crack, a light, a fierce heat into the planet they named hell came Man who had never yet met his rival in all the…
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A thin Veil
The veil between sanity and madness ripples from time to time. The border between the two is never distinct, to begin with. The veil dances with time and disturbances, weaving back and forth over the lands and the walker of the path betwixt. Take a breath, watch the veil flicker. Let it out again and…
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I Could Lend you My Ears
Sitting here in a dark room, lit only by the screens. I look at my beloved and think, I wish I could lend you my ears. Listening to love songs and I know you can’t hear all the notes. I can’t sing you a love song. I can only write, but I wish I could…
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Rush, rush, rush
I’m hoping my post at the Mad Genius Club today is reasonably coherent. I was in a mad rush to finish it, get one daughter to work, and then come home to get the other daughter and take her to work! Rushing, rushing… and today, which originally was mostly planned as a rest plus housework…
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Curmudgeon’s Corner: Doggerel
Written by Sanford Begley Cedar and I were out and I saw a little sign that said they had an app for something silly. I mentioned that I am starting to hate apps for everything, apps in general in fact. She said that apps were very useful, she was using one right then for studying,…
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Memorial Day’s Meaning
Written by Sanford Begley We’re going to stand on a sidewalk and watch the parade, today. And we will remember. A lone snare drum slowly tapping, tapping The flags on the graves snapping, snapping The children run around and play Too innocent to feel this day While others know and softly weep A widow feels…
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Raindrops on Juniper
My mother’s favorite song (one of them) from her favorite movie is My Favorite Things. When I posted a photo I’d taken yesterday to facebook, asking her to show it to my sister Juniper, I didn’t expect her to compose a new variant on the song, but it’s lovely, and I wanted to share it. Mom…