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 Sunday, December 19th 2004
It Merely Sleeps
As two twining roses before a chilling frost
Did cling in their summer waning solace
So we must be, though storms blow us apart
The roots of such love are grown together More >
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 Tuesday, December 14th 2004
Mistletoe the Merry Mouse:
The Special Visit
Mistletoe sat there cleaning her whiskers. They sparkled in the morning sunshine that filtered through the old house. She looks up and sees the dust motes dancing about her. A wondrous winter day begins again. It is time to start her daily tour of the house. It must be kept in order and everything in its proper place. Her long tail twitched and her round ears searched the air for sounds. All seemed quite the usual this morning.
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 Monday, December 13th 2004
Mother Ocean, Father Sea
Mother Ocean, Father Sea
Where are thy currents taking me?
Beneath those depths to wondrous night,
Below the warmth, below the light. More >
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 Saturday, December 11th 2004
Galaxy's Throne
When light and power were conceived within you
Your flame guided me in all I did do More >
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 Wednesday, December 8th 2004
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Lover’s Tryst
What is this that counts not the hours?
Ah, a lover’s tryst in secret garden lanes
Eyes gazing back and a fullness rises
Bringing tears and trembling smiles More >
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 Monday, December 6th 2004
I used to meet up with people on the audiochat program called MPlayer. There were rooms with Native Americans. One evening and older gentleman and I were the only ones left in the room. He asked me if he could recite a poem to me. I said, sure, thinking he was just going to read it. I was delighted when he put some NA flute in the background.
I was crying by the time he was done. It is a powerful poem, unfortunately the author is unknown. If any of those reading this know who wrote it, please let me know. More >
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 Saturday, December 4th 2004
What Manner of Magic?
What manner of magic enters the world,
When lovers cross into timelessness?
This ship of fools never docks
But goes forever on into the night
Lights twinkling on and off
Eyes shining, hearts beating. More >
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 Thursday, November 25th 2004
Like Children on the Shore
The burning of a thousand stars in space
Cannot dim the fire you light within
As they glow in cold-frozen space
Your warmth walks beside me here
To hold my sadness and calm my fear More >
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 Friday, November 19th 2004
Lead Me
When I tire of life you hold the light aloft
My meanderings in the darkness do not daunt you
Your calling voice leads me to a warmer place More >
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Tuesday, November 16th 2004
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 Tuesday, November 16th 2004
My Own Corner
Is there something I could have done,
In my own corner of this earth?
Is there a heart I could have won,
And teach it of it’s worth? More >
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 Sunday, November 14th 2004
Remember the Day
With my last breath
I will shelter you
Though the storms come
I will bear the winds More >
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Monday, November 8th 2004
Wall of Doubt
From the depths, I look within,
I gaze upon a prison of my own construct
The dark windows and cold floors
Engulf me
Freeze me
Swallow up all the light More >
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Saturday, November 6th 2004
Wanderer
What would you say to a wanderer if he came upon your door? More >
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 Friday, November 5th 2004
Polished Stone
The ocean lay serene and calm
A precious jewel in God's palm.
Meandering, I walk alone,
Finding shell and polished stone. More >
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 Monday, November 1st 2004
Her Name is Zelda
Her name is Zelda and she is a New Ager
Has a collection of rocks and a hot-pink Call Pager
Candles she buys by the gross when on sale
She professes to get headaches when crossing the veil More >
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 Sunday, October 31st 2004
Hallowe'en
I walked among the tombstones,
One dark and stormy night.
There was a chill deep in my bones,
My hair swirled 'round in fright. More >
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Saturday, October 23rd 2004
The Winds Do Blow
The winds tore through our town the other day. Watching out the window at work reminded me of scenes of tornado winds. I knew though that these winds were no comparison to those incredible raging blasts. I dared not wander around the trees on my walk that day, so I gazed wistfully as the storm blew by,making the trees dance almost gaily. More >
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Saturday, October 16th 2004
The Black Raven Sails
The tattered forms walked the rotten scow
Wind blew the sails and rocked the bow
Ghosts of the Black Raven were aboard
A filthy crew and haunted hoard More >
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 Tuesday, October 12th 2004
A Gem Along the Path
On this path of life
I can see stones along the way
Here and there, they lay
I pass them by, one by one
All of them are good stones
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 Saturday, October 9th 2004
The Raven King
Rascaminous raven squires his gleaming coat
His eyes flashing in golden reflected sunrises
Holding the wind up in his wandering circles
And swooping strafes by the seeded fields More >
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Friday, October 8th 2004
Hello, Raven
When I was a young mother and my oldest son was about four years old, we had a strange experience. I was divorced and I was living with my mother. We had a very large black cat named Maynard, a Siamese named Tillicum and several fish. We obviously loved animals. There was a park nearby and the river not too far either. The small park was at the end of the street and always had joggers running around it and kids playing soccer. More >
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Monday, October 4th 2004
Earth Mother
Earth Mother I feel you in my soul
Pulsing
Swaying
Your energy swings me to far places
I ride your waves of joy and sorrow
I rest in your warm soft embrace at night More >
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Sunday, October 3rd 2004
The Great Stone
How great is a stone that sits by flowing water? It in its massiveness seems impervious, omnipotent. If there is one crack upon its great face, there comes opportunity for new things to happen. More >
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 Monday, September 27th 2004
I am a Chrysalis
By Marissa A Spencer
I am a chrysalis closed tight
Embraced by a thin shell
As I grow, twist, evolve
I see the world beyond my haven
Colored by crisp blues and greens
Pressing against the walls More >
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