tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21746915646763824842024-03-05T05:46:32.397-08:00S u P o l oPoems • Stories • SongsS u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.comBlogger31125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-65940075712768267322011-08-16T10:45:00.000-07:002011-08-16T10:55:29.740-07:00Fool's Paradise<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Fools who are lovers watching the sky</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Their wishes on clouds rolling by</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Fools who are lovers taking a chance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Listening for music - the gift of the dance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">The gift of the dance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">They carry their hearts like balloons on a string</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Then over time, one by one, they take wing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Love has a way of doing that thing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">to fools who are lovers just learning to sing</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">And if I could love you like a fool I would try</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">To send all my kisses on clouds 'cross the sky</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Singing and dancing a lovers' delight</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Making the world a Fool's Paradise</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">To fools who are lovers the music is kind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Lifting their hearts far beyond the mind</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Learning to dance isn't so hard to do</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">That's what the music will do to you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Fools who are lovers - join in the dance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Join in the dance</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;font-size:100%;color:#333399;">Join in the dance.</span></div>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-67904615281499990182011-05-07T10:33:00.001-07:002011-05-07T11:19:17.777-07:00Turnings<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left:22.5pt"><!--StartFragment--> </p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">When your heart swells <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Over the many things<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Fabricating an unsteady arch <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Over you<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Made of turnings<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">You know to be true<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">There is <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Nothing you can do.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">The architects are sacred,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Mooching the precious air <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Looming,<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#FF9966;">Leaving you breathless.</span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment--> <p></p>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-13869359215356464892011-04-05T12:15:00.000-07:002011-04-05T12:24:41.917-07:00The Memory of Love<!--StartFragment--> <h1><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Like water, Love leaves its mark.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></h1> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Its crumpled indelible sheen <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Warms to the touch.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">The hand of memory brushes<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ensorcelled pages of its worn book, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Savoring what is locked inside.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Illuminating its delicate pulsing prism.</span></span></span><!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-61621301603030037042010-12-30T12:06:00.000-08:002010-12-30T12:10:47.546-08:00Little Dish<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This little dish is worn out now</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Its soft pink glaze is chipped in spots<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There is a crack that runs across,<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A crescent edge is broke clean off. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yet I use it often times.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Its pleasant shape of curving edge<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">So charming and feminine <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Can one place gender in a dish?<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Perhaps the flavors of foods she held<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Have suffused themselves<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And given weight of character; <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A grand luster to this little Limoges.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Gentle style, pleasing form <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">All that rest on her adorned as<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">She carries nourishments with open hand.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Care in handling – perhaps some bandaging <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Such damage does command.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Still useful in her artful way <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Through a lifetime of bumps and scrapes yet <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Her filigree curves smoothly to the touch<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The world grows things to throw away<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">This plate I’ll keep another day.</span><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#993399;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-58559342251879620312010-12-24T23:25:00.000-08:002010-12-24T23:31:06.924-08:00Through Love and Care<!--StartFragment--> <h1><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I went to the church and was blessed by the priest</span></span></span></span></h1> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Having long unconfessed thus declined Eucharist.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Singing hymns with great joy</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My heart rose to share the evening mass</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Filled with Love and Care.</span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It seems to me as we raise candles high</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That the light does shine forth to give us a sign.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Good people rose from their pews</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To shake hands with and smile upon each other</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Giving Love and Care.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Heading home quiet streets with stores closed for the night</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Hoping fam'lies of children all tucked warm and tight</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sweet dreaming of plumbing sugared delights</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Cookies are brought from the neighbors to share</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Receiving with grace so much Love and Care.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This day of forgiveness and spiritual lift</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">May move the remorseful to understand their blessed gifts.</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Let us come awake and aware of our light</span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#00CCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">To live with each other with Love and Care.</span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-71215584694919162792010-12-20T11:05:00.000-08:002010-12-20T11:10:33.168-08:00Talk<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 10.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">There is a friend I can talk to.</span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">We can talk about anything. </span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">He listens, I listen.<span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"></span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">He comments, I comment.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">We can go on about stuff. </span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">It’s cool.</span></span></span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">I think that we agree on some things but </span></span></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6666CC;">We don’t need to know what they are.</span></span></span></p>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-90554021413510729082010-12-07T08:47:00.000-08:002010-12-07T16:18:53.297-08:00Reborn<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">If you remembered everything<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You would weep.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">There is the time I pulled you from<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Your burdensome cross<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then held you in my arms and let you<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Rest in my dark, quiet heart until <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You were reborn. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You had the strength of a world<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And all was forgiven; <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We began anew. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Then I transgressed.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You waited too long in the car.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Remembering only my gun at your head<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Murdering you with time.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Yet I know you were already <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#6633FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Close to remembering everything.</span></span></span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-88906225436986573282010-09-09T22:54:00.000-07:002010-09-09T23:18:07.503-07:00Sea of Shells<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Why are shells so fragile<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Yet withstand the weight<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Of the ocean and shifting sands?<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Endlessly tumbled and scrubbed <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">To the beat of the Earth's heart.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Yet they will bloody the hand <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Of the one who tries to pry.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Are hearts close cousins to the <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Sea of shells – small fortresses <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Those oysters when carelessly <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Tossed about. Take pains to<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Open gently. Harsh tides will<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Shut this heart up tight; same <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">As the mighty clam. Yet through<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">An ocean of turmoil will rise to<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span style="font-family:'Arial Bold';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Offer pearls of love again.</span></span><!--EndFragment--> </span></span>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-75358614376902114502010-09-02T02:17:00.000-07:002010-09-02T02:46:15.600-07:00Pounding The Pavement (for my Father)<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Things remind me— Little things.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Sometimes <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the simplest of sounds or <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sights or a color of light <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">nudges a thought. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">The time of day casts your shadow. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">A word or flavor on the tip of my <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">tongue– suddenly you appear gazing <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">at me with your comments and the <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">sound of your voice reminds my ears of <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">how much they miss you.<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I want to drop down and pound <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the pavement with my fists till it <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">cracks open to release you and <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">bring you up from the dust, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">bring you back to the world so <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you can fix things again. And <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">I will stand there dutifully, happy <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">to hold a flashlight for you into the <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">dark night while you work.</span></span></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-37940562113208121052010-09-02T01:04:00.000-07:002010-09-02T02:17:11.116-07:00Offering<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidxF08S8uBUdS1yxsmE4NHLIy3g9222JtIb6z2GfhDpjOBOh1TsPdkfQui01ZFjVkF4VNsOecEC9yBTd557numgdCFQEWQoSGddzT9qZzdJoETE0LRw-J8p4NS4f4fGoAVDlGPbiWamF4/s1600/Offering+%C2%A92010SuPolo_0426.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidxF08S8uBUdS1yxsmE4NHLIy3g9222JtIb6z2GfhDpjOBOh1TsPdkfQui01ZFjVkF4VNsOecEC9yBTd557numgdCFQEWQoSGddzT9qZzdJoETE0LRw-J8p4NS4f4fGoAVDlGPbiWamF4/s320/Offering+%C2%A92010SuPolo_0426.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512242715752014962" /></a>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-72596161880259565012010-09-02T00:16:00.000-07:002010-09-02T01:02:49.152-07:00Mom<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"> <!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">You hand me a bowl full of chocolate pudding <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">With whipped cream and sit down with yours <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">in the big lazy chair. The image of <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">you remains in my head burned in<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">softly over the many years– a perpetual <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Polaroid of your smile and the <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">bowl of some delightfully sweet<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">supply of dessert you hand me<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the ice cream piled high </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: medium; ">with syrup and </span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; font-size: medium; ">scoops of whipped cream </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">and bananas and your smile in the <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">blue glow of the television. We share<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the night and it occurs to me how <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">pleasant is the sound of your voice and <o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the big cold spoon of sweetness you give me<o:p></o:p></span></span></p> <span style="font-family: 'Lucida Sans'; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">complete with sprinkles on top.</span></span><!--EndFragment--> </span>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-87077637885038894552010-09-02T00:12:00.000-07:002010-09-02T00:16:01.690-07:00Oh Sky!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NrQb463UHan6AITScWhyiDaYUpdqoDa0t66FscUtpGBDwVyweOczeP0yBDflLw89VdxPitYDRSE6o0F_zv72BQhCexyZOk2dxrEz40POBIqYy8hltIVxccEnaEPKHwDoKLGmTXxTQs4/s1600/Oh-Sky%C2%A92010SuPolo_0489.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0NrQb463UHan6AITScWhyiDaYUpdqoDa0t66FscUtpGBDwVyweOczeP0yBDflLw89VdxPitYDRSE6o0F_zv72BQhCexyZOk2dxrEz40POBIqYy8hltIVxccEnaEPKHwDoKLGmTXxTQs4/s320/Oh-Sky%C2%A92010SuPolo_0489.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512210918387510642" /></a>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-16916817232231072102010-08-21T11:14:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:29:50.475-07:00The Gift (Companion)<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">This is a </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">draft of a story I dreamt of on the morning of 1/19/97. It goes as follows:<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"><b><u><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">The Gift</span></span></span></u></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">I’m in a taxi cab heading to meet my boyfriend at a small bar/restaurant for dinner. It’s a plain little place, perhaps a Mexican restaurant. Some people are there already just hanging out. It’s almost dusk and as we are driving into the neighborhood up a hill, I notice the surrounding homes are raised up on hills with small front yards full of trees and bushes and plants above 3 or 4 foot stone walls just off of the sidewalks. It is almost dark out and as we pull up to the place, I look out the window to my left and see down the block on the horizon a blinding flash of white light which spreads horizontally. It is so far away there is no sound. </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Yet</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">, I think, no sound </span></span></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">yet</span></span></span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">, because it’s so far away but will be here soon. My mind begins to calculate that I have just enough time to run into the restaurant and be with my love for the end of the world. In that instant my thoughts flash to many things. As I get out of the cab, oddly enough I remember I haven’t paid the driver yet. He was such a nice man who was looking forward to going home after this last fare, to his wife and children and now this. I motion for him to run inside with me to seek shelter. Forget about everything for now; this is it. WWIII has begun and it will only take another minute till we’re all gone. I am angry because it seems possible we were so close to making first contact through Comet Hale-Bopp. It was rumored The Companion was coming but we couldn’t wait to make another war. Now it’s too late and there’ll be nothing to find when they do get here. All we can do is hide and hope for a miracle. </span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> As I enter the restaurant there are a few people inside. I hear a voice. I look around and see we are all looking around to see who is speaking. We are all hearing the same words. In a deep voice I here this: “We are here to show you how it will be from now on. You have come close but now need to be shown. We have come here to help you to understand this. Life will no longer be as you have known it.” I look around and nothing seems too different. I hear rain falling softly against the windows and the metal awning and rustling the tree leaves. I go out into the street. I cross the street and come to a wall and sit on the wall. The trees and grass look bright. I touch a plant and it leans towards me. I touch the earth and some earthworms climb out of the ground and raise up to look at me. I feel their response to me - an acknowledgment ‑ a form of hello, we are here. I touch the tree and it pushes back into my hand. Oddly animated. Alive as always yet now sentient. I look down and there is a pheasant at my feet. I lift it up on my lap and stroke it like a cat. I feel its gladness and friendship. All over people come out of their homes onto the street just to look around to see what is happening. I join a group of people to walk a bit and a man who looks a lot like Richard Dryphus (well it’s my dream you know) comes along with a little animal. He says “Hey check this out” and lets the animal run toward us and it’s a skunk. The skunk comes to us and we smell it’s spray but it is sweeter and still skunky but OK. The skunk smiles at us and we’re all friends and a dog comes by and says hello. I am experiencing a sense of joy, a happiness that is spreading among us. Things are indeed very different; the extent of which is still unfolding. At first it feels as though we are the same but everything around us is different. Little by little, I am realizing that all is changed. Everything has become alive. This includes all we focus our attention on as well as that which is focusing attention on us. It is a good thing and all is peaceful. It cannot be otherwise since, now, everybody knows each other as related, as sister to brother, as brother to brother; all equal in the world. And we are continuing to walk and we come to a house which is a hotel, and there is a young couple staying in this place and they are interrupted by our arrival, and don’t care about anything much and don’t trust us. They have not yet and may never be able to connect to the awareness we are being gifted with. And it strikes me that we will not all be able to accept the event of the awareness. Some will not get it. Sadness comes to me to realize that some will not be able to accept it and it may make them insane. Could that really be? I postulate that this change is so complete that no one is caused any pain by it. It is completely acceptable. And the world is changed and is not like it was before; all points of reference are shifted to include a larger society of life in friendship and support. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;"> I go to the edge of town down to the water. There are steps leading out to the sea. The water on the deepening stone steps is filled with shallow pond life and, as I step in, pollywogs and salamanders and minnows and small water life crowd forward to greet me. The water also surges forward to meet with me. I become afraid and turn to run away but I am called by the ocean and a great wave rises up and is clear and clean and filled with ocean life. The wave is just standing there. It is an enigma yet the very sight of it explains the meaning of the existence of boundless power and purity together in nature. Whales and dolphins and sea turtles and starfish and many other mammals and fish have come to look at me and see what I am and say hello and how glad they are to be able to acknowledge me and I them. I raise my arms up and reach out with the joy of sharing the awareness of the life on earth. I feel their laughter and how fun it is. I feel relieved and free to know them as friends and companions. The wave rises above me; a shear wall of powerful water and I am not afraid at all. I am waving my arms out at the wave and feeling the strength and joy. The wave tells me the wind is playing with the crest of it and trying to splash me and to watch out now or I will get wet. And I am laughing and feeling the completion of myself through being able to finally communicate with all things a we are all now companions to each other. And life is no longer as we have ever known it to be.</span></span></span><o:p></o:p></p> <!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-54598288170568845522010-08-21T11:07:00.000-07:002010-08-21T11:14:07.405-07:00I am grounded on the lush Terra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojH4D04bfwOEu0IoVlNa1d74onWJTbw-Q0OzWW_LUYPpNhEqIZQH-BdZFFgRe9chf6CMSJMulS9iKl7t1KmjR9rPXbvNUrtP2vMWlaTuVXQjuCmi1464yyMX8GfW-vdFBD07CtgzH4D0/s1600/LushTerra%C2%A92010SuPoloSml_3733.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhojH4D04bfwOEu0IoVlNa1d74onWJTbw-Q0OzWW_LUYPpNhEqIZQH-BdZFFgRe9chf6CMSJMulS9iKl7t1KmjR9rPXbvNUrtP2vMWlaTuVXQjuCmi1464yyMX8GfW-vdFBD07CtgzH4D0/s320/LushTerra%C2%A92010SuPoloSml_3733.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507927186956628434" /></a>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-2274194742623044972009-11-29T22:07:00.000-08:002009-11-29T23:25:44.389-08:00Passion<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Passion is leaking out </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">slowly and </span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I work to stop it from </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">emptying itself out </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">completely </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">because I need to feel and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">need to talk and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">spin on my wings and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">jump and joke and desire to </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">fill the entire space I am given and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">love, love, love until </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm all scrunched up or </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">all blown out from </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">smiling from ear to ear with </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the big Yes. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Sense of Yes, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">pervading my emulsion– </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">the Sense of Yes, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">evading all expulsion– </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The Sense of Yes, with </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">its foot in the door and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">its eye on the prize, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">its pedal to the metal and </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">its hands on the wheel–</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">singing the Key, </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">singing the Key.</span></span></div></div>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-67253111243234152512009-09-11T13:37:00.000-07:002009-09-11T14:11:15.417-07:00The Black Window<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"></span></span></p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, serif;"><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#9999FF;">Most of the time, I concentrate on bringing the speckles closer. They first appear so far off in the edgeless grey distance. The sequence begins with the glowing sphere coalescing in the center, pulsing in expanding rays flowing like a red dwarf sun radiating fire, orange and gold. Sometimes indigo blue and rose violet bands appear and sometimes it swirls in spiraling colors turning clockwise. It is so beautiful to behold. I can hear sounds— swishing, a deep toned hum growing soft to loud, soft to loud. Eventually, all color and movement blend into the pure grey field. In the distance I see the tiny cluster of black dots. I invite them, come to me, closer, closer, yet I must not focus on them, keeping my view wide as possible, as if I am inhaling or widening myself in order to pull them toward me like gravity or space for them to fill. As they near, they gather to form an oval pool floating horizontally in the grey. I move toward the night-black shape to look into and see it’s a window through which i can view stars in the vacuum depths of space. I poke my head through looking down to see tiny sparkling lights. Flashing, as if images on pages are turning, as though flipping through a book on it’s side, the pages, one after the other, moving so fast it’s a mystery, strange and wonderful - dazzling. I realize it is a directory possibly of everything there ever was and is to be. All at one point, the gates of now and forever. As I watch, the spinning stops. A page lays open black on black yet begins to take on depth and dimension. I am looking down now upon the curved surface of a planet as if from a ship in space. There are cities with sharp futuristic spires, arches defying gravity; a tumultuous webwork of lace highways, buildings and towers with sparkling lights all blinking bright with energy in shiny blackness and I realize I am climbing through the oval window and almost all the way through when a thought intrudes like a floating question mark in the blackness of outer space... How long will the window stay open? Will I be able to return? Suddenly aware of myself in the middle of an endless universe, I am human once again, pulled back in the snappy wink of an eye out from the depths, away from the planet of spidery lacework. Snapped back through the oval window which is murdered by awareness, shattered to pure black shards, receding into the distance from whence they came, and I, now through to the open, infinite, grey demesne, then back into my world, my room, my chair, my meditation. Colors in the room, light in my eyes, cat on my lap. The Warlord’s asleep. Is there no one I could tell? Who would believe my story?</span></span></span></p></span><p></p>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-53914637716450400112009-08-18T20:41:00.000-07:002009-08-18T21:26:08.207-07:00Contemplation<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I watch the water boil, </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Bubbling up, ancient herbs scent the air. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I'm meditating. Looking for signs, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Wanting information, insight as to </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">What the world will bring.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">"Show me" I ask, "what I need to know now."</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Then I have an answer, something that i feel, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Contemplating love, and where it is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:arial, -webkit-fantasy;">Bubbling up. </span>Then I have an answer</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In the feeling of love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Contemplating love and where it is.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Here!</span></div>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-61798579584874385582009-08-18T15:56:00.000-07:002009-08-18T16:01:37.927-07:00Searchers<!--StartFragment--> <p class="HeaderFooter"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Here is poetry. In a space, a place by itself, this lonely poem. This lonely poem, is searching for the words, the words to make some sense in this space. </span></span></p> <p class="HeaderFooter"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And here is art, with all excitement and hopefulness. Hanging on the wall, waiting for poem to come along. and make some sense with words in this space.</span></span></p> <p class="HeaderFooter"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Waiting for the poetry, this lonely poem to come across this art and recognize his face, because he’s in a place without words, a place by itself, this lonely place.</span></span></p> <p class="HeaderFooter"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">And here is beauty and hope and love. They are dancing in a circle arm in arm, spinning and laughing. They find the art and they find the poetry and they fill the space so it isn’t lonely and they lift us up with art and poetry to a place that is filled with words and images that is tempered by beauty and hope and love. </span></span></p> <p class="HeaderFooter"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">They’ve all gone off now… in search of music.</span></span><span style="color:windowtext"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <!--EndFragment-->S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-89923020243454877712009-08-04T14:52:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:54:57.680-07:00Erik Frandsen & Host singing at Café Vivaldi<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuk7fYrlgWQMMDFfXev-lY7OSA8rxyqYCIp2XWn5kZ7SJB1G7N5XrZUZ_TSX2umGyyPG-6kzsYavTPvQjqifLL-AMd6Oxp_ZGuthIMPUTfwGtesgeovaUhQSYWvZ07Zn1yZo8Z0F6aYJ0/s1600-h/ErikFrandsen&Friends%C2%A92009SuPolo_5482.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuk7fYrlgWQMMDFfXev-lY7OSA8rxyqYCIp2XWn5kZ7SJB1G7N5XrZUZ_TSX2umGyyPG-6kzsYavTPvQjqifLL-AMd6Oxp_ZGuthIMPUTfwGtesgeovaUhQSYWvZ07Zn1yZo8Z0F6aYJ0/s200/ErikFrandsen&Friends%C2%A92009SuPolo_5482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366230093557985714" /></a>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-53306917699702116002009-08-04T14:38:00.000-07:002009-08-04T14:52:49.578-07:00A Night On The Town<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Out last night – walking & subwaying all over the Downtown New York City East and West Side. Playing my dulcimer whenever possible and everybody within earshot seems to enjoy it. Started with playing 2 songs at my Saturn Series Poetry reading at Nightingale Lounge, then took the L crosstown & A downtown to west 4th st. (played in the station while waiting) to Café Vivaldi. Sit down to listen to the open mike Banjo player and I am handed a plate of Black Forest cake for the lovely singing hostess' birthday. Glass of Merlot goes well with that. Hearing some fun music and next there is Jim Petrie playing his guitar & song. He came to the music open mike I host recently (suggested by poet friend Puma Perl) and I also bumped into him at Falcon Ridge Folk Fest. So fun to run into people like this. I play one song at Vivaldi too, at the end of their open mike (i got my nerve up and asked since there were 2 cancellations and the lovely host was kind to let me in on the list.) I even remember to announce my book is at St. Marks Books and my open mike on wed. It turns out that "The Closer" is Erik Frandsen who’s sitting at the bar with sunglasses on, surrounded by several lovely young women of course. He chimes in about the open mike and the great feature. We’re treated to a marvelous short set of charming whit and wisdom from this master songwriter & finger style guitarist. Just wonderful. Erik then announces that he's coming to my open mike on Wed 8/5 to sit in with David Massengill (the feature) So maybe some of the others there will tag along. Getting more excited about Wednesday's event. Then I am off to the Ear Inn, seeing as it’s nearby and as they always have late music on Monday nites. Gratefully, I hear some Rockabilly & Western Blues from the Times Square Romeos including some Lefty Frisell songs & Buck Owens. Having some nice mussels in white wine sauce with a lovely glass of Malbec makes this hole in the wall visit even more enjoyable. Then I head over to Arturo's with the hope of hearing some great piano music from Harry Whitaker and others who may be sitting in with their instruments wanting also to sit in for a song, practicing Lullabye of the Leaves and In Other Words on the way there. (time for Jazz vocals – wouldn't expect to play the dulcimer there!) but they were closing, oh well. Then I wander by The Bitter End but they don't have anybody playing I want to hear, but I see the all night supermarket is open and stop in to shop for eggs & smoked salmon, then I head to Spring St. Station for the No. 6 train and play my dulcimer while waiting a long time. There are a lot of subway wreck & wreck crew hanging about waiting for something & some tourists liking my playing. Got off at 23rd street and people hanging out in front of what may be the only 7/11 in Manhattan waved hello to me (the lone musician) with their Slurpies in hand. Then to home. about 2 am. Wow, what a long walk that was. (and some subway) Thank you New York! Fun!</span></p><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Helvetica, fantasy;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px;"><br /></span></span></div>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-15243739001594522602009-08-04T01:51:00.000-07:002009-08-04T10:33:39.681-07:00Sunrise at the Farm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMVkOaIiWpOLM64craunawFqg3B7iLffVTh-0Ixs9ZCMbRzjzslKZJNd-R_iGyCEsgtSFUOcXFK0wKeCLd-YJs8PQZUAvIWSHI4F9EHajjOB1GlrU3sqVlbbmSr_AD85KVqp8jN91L7I/s1600-h/misty+morning+2+%C2%A92009SuPolo_5244.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEMVkOaIiWpOLM64craunawFqg3B7iLffVTh-0Ixs9ZCMbRzjzslKZJNd-R_iGyCEsgtSFUOcXFK0wKeCLd-YJs8PQZUAvIWSHI4F9EHajjOB1GlrU3sqVlbbmSr_AD85KVqp8jN91L7I/s200/misty+morning+2+%C2%A92009SuPolo_5244.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366032839845644626" /></a>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-17134216339414031662009-08-04T01:00:00.000-07:002009-08-04T01:47:58.148-07:00Some Place I Keep Empty You Touched<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Remembering you now; from three years ago,</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">yes, it was a surprise to meet you.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I was compelled to urge you to play your music.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">When all along, you played for years. Good to know –</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You have such friends to collect about you and love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">You came to play in the curved tent. Sleepy hours </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">In the walking minstrel night. I was asmile to see you, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">hear you, you're intensity, your lovely face.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I wanted more yet how could that be?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Now your gentle blue eyes are in my thoughts. I will see them</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">For a long while. How it felt to look into them directly</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Looking into me, </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">A comfort, a place to rest quietly, a person to love.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">So close that eyes could meet, yet lips could not take the chance.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Yet a kiss with eyes so deep is as soft lips brushing.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I see you now. Our hands</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Are touching gently. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">I remember you now and wish for more. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">How can that be?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Notes of music, a torn off piece of song</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">dance in sleepy drifts with glimpses of you peeking through</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Avoiding you as long as possible till it was just too hard to walk by.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">And you remembered too. Do you wish for more?</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">How can that be?</span></div>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-25324483786515733162009-07-02T20:40:00.000-07:002009-07-02T21:17:39.179-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCMPcxzmw2o1tXO2m-Y-uwOtGVllN2QCycvE3P7oc1h3HPpfagdLIGW4R4rxT6nRejcJOvXnvtbg40w9pibsetfBfZtZp8N0nJBNkUYUrMpAkreh587DLVjPN4eAAcZjjzJDa7nMSlwY/s1600-h/Clouds1Sml%C2%A92009Supolo_3662.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCMPcxzmw2o1tXO2m-Y-uwOtGVllN2QCycvE3P7oc1h3HPpfagdLIGW4R4rxT6nRejcJOvXnvtbg40w9pibsetfBfZtZp8N0nJBNkUYUrMpAkreh587DLVjPN4eAAcZjjzJDa7nMSlwY/s200/Clouds1Sml%C2%A92009Supolo_3662.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354074554708586354" /></a>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-35247210971339142062009-06-18T12:08:00.000-07:002009-06-18T12:18:47.346-07:00Turning Stones<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">A windy day </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Brings a sense of new direction</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Of letting go —</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Relax of tension</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Leaves are pinwheels on their branches</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Twisting off some fall to water</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">To sail along in swirling dances</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Till some settle on a stone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">To decorate with their dried bones</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Bones and bones, their dried bones</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The shifting waters of the stream</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Speak ceaselessly of living dreams</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Secrets someone needs to seek</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Distant lines to cross and keep</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Waterfall and tumbling stone</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">All writing on the Earth</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Of home</span></div></div>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2174691564676382484.post-29410708998776696512009-06-16T07:02:00.000-07:002009-06-16T07:09:04.546-07:00Smoked Mozzarella Reminds Me<p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; ">Campfire on the mountaintop</span><br /></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Flickering red/orange light</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Highlighting hands reaching out</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">For warmth in this crisp dark</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Tunnel that is the forest shroud</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Trees looming in the limelight</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Proscenium arch of pine and cedar</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">In the morning, dew dampens</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Everything – except the white ash</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">Dancing from the lingering heat</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">And it all smells so smoky</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The tent, the down bag, the pack,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The clothes, the boots, the parka,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The dirt under your fingernails,</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">The woolen hat</span></p> <p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">All so smoky. </span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p><p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;">©2009 Su Polo 3/30/09 <br /></span></p>S u P o l ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17153479517038176449noreply@blogger.com0