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November 28, 2007 - Wednesday
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Ode to woman
Category: Writing and Poetry
She rode in on rare Castle Rock
air, head tilted toward a dream
vision voiced bell-ring clear
& fate fixed
parched labor long now drawn
into life's rich and vibrant stream
refreshed and strong
purposed longings revived
foreseen off on horizon's edge
will claim her frail fraught albatross
triumphant,
tacit strength anew, knowing
she steers her own fortune
twinkle-eyed and amiss in bliss
she held her gifts out of sight
(like stars aglow for midnight)
eye-espied
will stoop to broken stem
lift life's trembling rose
engrossed
lip to bloom
misses not its message lost
in heart-felt gloom
boldly keep a keen eye
for far off storm approach
with adjuvant ear to ground
life being like that
she preens it
will ferry no longer nor look back
she's on a different track
at life's breach
where no man stands for long
worn reins in a pair of hands
a cry a sigh a heart expands
a steady steed he goes
to a place where no man knows
it set a steel eyed course
for far off fertile land
where many a rare wind blow
she stops
clear the air of heady thought
draws an eye over, high above Rock
to a glide pattern old Eagle Eye
plays to
catching fetching golden rays
soon to settle in its rest
far from eyes that stare him down
she, in wingless gaze task to test
with hope to rote
traces its glorious flight to nest
she owes no man quarter
she lives to give
reins the gain of many returns
her gifts lost on those who lack
life's bright and heady light
hidden in plain view
for those who know
innocence is soul sight
her purpose hands expand on Rock
the earth nods
rowing white waters the river sings
earth curtsies
follow her rhythm
congo-line
down to Sublime
no simple way to read her soul
than to walk through it
this, a soft-footed, brown-haired
lithe-limbed warble-voiced bird;
it's why the earth loves through her
hands, like panned gold
it's how she knows the silence
running beneath hop-scotched snow
she flows
twinklized, this one knows
no permanent perch
she learns, she flows
better to scope the swoop like Eagle Eye
harmonize her nest
she learns, she earns
with eye to eventual rest
there is a name for this
hidden within a miracle
hidden within a name
do you hear it
you shall know it
sound of a clear clean heart
plum of nature's best
it's ridden the river
been put to the test
pools out a mind for all
who thirst, will drink
too deeply
for all life's hurt
will wear pain like a cross
love like a curse
fought in a breach left
where no man stands
She's of the Ancient Ones
she's one of the blessed
makes your life a purpose
as she makes your life a nest
purpose makes for perfect life
and she your perfect rest
This is a miracle
this, a name anew
This a miracle
the One who Calls for You
copyright--JLD
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Currently
listening
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A Sense of Wonder
By
Van Morrison
Release date: 14 June, 1994
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July 7, 2007 - Saturday
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Jennifer Hudson
Category: Music
I watched "DreamGirls" yesterday for the first time. I really like the movie and I think the cast is superb. Watching Jennifer Hudson gave me chills. She's spectacular as a singer, but boy, can she act, too! She just blows me away. I watched the movie twice since it was an all-day ticket thingee. She was my favorite on American Idol and I was shocked she didn't make it to the finals. Her kind of talent comes once in a century. So, I'm giving Hudson the honor of joining Eva Cassidy as Vocal Artist of the Century. With 3rd runner-up honor going to Cat Power. That's the woman side of the music equation, tho.
Van Morrison still holds the title to Male Vocal Artist of the Century - as far as I'm concerned.. I await your tomatoes 
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June 27, 2007 - Wednesday
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Felician Fingers Strum
Category: Writing and Poetry
I watch Night settle over me
with the gentleness of sleeping baby
at its mother's breast
and wonder where you are
and wonder where you are..
Somewhere on distant shores
Felician fingers strum a melody
the waves seem to carry out to sea
and wonder where you are
Don't tell me you've never held the hand
of love - for just one moment -
as love has been your companion
for years untold
and wonder where you are
Felician fingers strum our song
of Love and simple Truth
to ride the winds and search afar
and wonder where you are
and wonder where you are..
copyright --JLD
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June 22, 2007 - Friday
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Dry Bones in Minnesota
Category: Writing and Poetry
You'd stand there arms crossed
in front, gathering your waist
with floured hands, a pause
from oven to table, your silhouette
perfectly framed in stained glass,
staring out over potted pansies,
eyes following the sagging line,
a clothesline too close to ground,
bird bath rimmed in chickadees,
dry bones and brittle branches,
skin cracked and peeling -
old birch out back reminds you,
your own sore dusted marrow.
You'd bend to tender roses hand picked
for you and he, now Grandpa's Place,
a place which claims my roots,
in the yard out back among Queen Anne's lace.
Thinking back now -
to earlier days of gathering;
lilies-of-the-valley, Becky, little bells &
cockleshells, kindling, and purple violets
placed within your favorite vase
upon the kitchen window shelf,
with little purpose hands,
where your tender gaze would rest
oh Grandma
how I miss you, and all of Braham's nest.
Copyright--JLD
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June 21, 2007 - Thursday
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Ce sera, sera
Current mood:  amused
Category: Blogging
The flow will be nice and easy here, I don't know where it's gonna take me, but I hope you're along for the ride. It might turn out to be the most boring place you've been on the 'net so far. The whole idea of testing.. testing.. testing the dern thing is going to inhibit my natural spontaneity. I don't want to think too much about what I'm going to say ..
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