Something New, Something Old
Tuesday, December 15, 2009, 07:50 PM EST
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A Seasoned GreetingHigh above in the evening's sky are tiny points of light.Less contenders than the ones that rule the blackened night.Hovering over a busy world whom's troubles never cease.They listen to the prayers of wishes for some lasting peace.What hope could ever one so small ever hope to bring?Below they traveled for to witness what was happening.An underlying desperation to purchase some one's joy.Credit passed for cherished gift or an adolescent's toy.The shed words at gatherings of past, present, future time.Warm and wane upon the soul like a vintage wine.Camouflaged in twinkling colors and daring to be seen.Was the far away now so near within an evergreen.The spell cast upon the voyeur for a moment's pause.Truly was this at the heart of the luminescent cause.A tranquil spirit's a treasured gift one prayed for silently.Are granted when a soft glow is shown from within a tree. For Goodness SakeWhere north can go no further at the world's tipiest top.A land of ice and snow conceals the home of Santa's shop.With Santa and his wife are his reindeer and the elves.Stocking toys they made all year in boxes and on shelves.Known to all is Santa's list that names every girl and boy.And tells of their heart's desire found in every special toy.How the list is made has been a secret untill now.A child's note is always used but this is really how.As children lie snug in there beds so peacefully asleep.Tiny fairies fly close to them daring not a single peep.While they dream the fairies know is where a wish will slip.They listen for the whispers from the babes' own sleeping lips.Once it's told right a way the wish goes on the list.An elf then quickly makes it so the present isn't missed.At Christmas Eve when the present's brought comes the fairy too.Poor Santa can't slide down the chimneys of houses that are new.Where Santa can't get in the fairy is there to help him out.As she flies through furnace stacks and duct work all about.Once let in he lays the gifts under the Christmas tree.Sharing milk and cookies snacks is Santa and the small fairy.So this is why you should have good thoughts always in your head.For that night when tiny ears may visit you in bed.
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Beyond Words
Thursday, December 3, 2009, 08:36 PM EST
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Susan Schroder's art has been a great inspiration for me. In it I've seen what my words have sought to describe. As this year passes to another I wanted to post a piece that is just one of many her pictures drew from me. At the start of each month I'll post my take on what I see in her monthly illustrations she's done on her calendar. The following does not appear on that but can be found on her web site. This picture is called Melodia Ci.
In a dark place I find my self away from life and light.Never are the morning rays to pierce this endless night.Here I've been cast away by the callused hand of grief.A moment's peace I pray upon for some sweet relief.Closer looms a drowning threat as the tide grows ever higher.The truth about my inner self stains this costumed liar.It's sorry that's too small to say but far too great to bear.The mocking sound of abandoned thoughts haunts me everywhere.Alones a foe that never tires still patiently it waits.Is conscious of a heavy heart that slowly hesitates.Forgiveness stirs a loving spirit to share its warming glow.My speechless gaze tells the story that tenderly you know.Your touch has met my desperate reach I feel you now with in.Perfect is your love for me a love that's always been.Tags:
The Haggis And The Jackalope
Tuesday, November 24, 2009, 06:56 PM EST
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On a sunny night in the dark desert forest where bare-footed hoodwink flocks roam.A frantic little haggis camly sat on a rock stump so close to his far away home.In a sad little chuckle he whispered to him self, loud enough for any one to hear.And caught the attention of a far off jackalope who's passing was so suprisingly near."What worries you so?" The antlered rabbit asked of his friend covered in fur and fuzz.From his bill of a duck he explained a terrible loss and of future possibilities once was."I must find my thinking cap." The haggis would say to over and over again recite."If I knew where it was then perhaps we can find it." This wrong just had to be right."Help you look, I of course will." Before ever asked the jackalope quickly agreed.With no plan or idea it's the nature of nature to naturally know what ever they'll need. Along trails never walked they searched through bushes and briars and trees tiny and tall.Finally they asked the wisest of the woods owls for he truly hears and sees all."Did you try the last place? That's where all lost things go waiting to some day be found.If it's not there it will be just wait patiently there for it to return you must be around."How simple and plain the complicated can be and verse visa to put it it's other way.Why I bet it was scared and a little bit lonely if it had been there this lonely scared day.So short was their journey they knew where to look it was before the first hiding place.Warm and snug sat the cap like all good hats do ready to put a smile on the haggis's face.The haggis and the jackalope learned an imaginary lesson by all they had been put through.But more real is the dream for if it can be dreamt it can just as surely come true.
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The Top Winner
Sunday, November 8, 2009, 09:40 AM EST
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Tommy's great shots, Raceing The Dragonflies, reminded me of this piece I'd done a couple of years ago.
Under the summer sun animals play, dance and act silly.As winter draws near leaving nights cold and days chilly.Some flee deep in there borrows and some move to the south.Here's what happens to the animals straight from there own mouth.The animals put on a contest for all that fly to see.Who gets the great honor to nest at the top of the tree.They see who is faster by competing in small races.Over hills and through trees and tight twisty places.Until at the end each animal brings out only there best.In hopes they will win the chance of having the top nest.Only three contestants remained there was Fleece the fairy,A sparrow named Jasper and Spats a fruit bee.The three watched the signal from the lightning bugs flash.When the bug's tail glowed the three left in a mad dash.They were barely a blur even the eagle couldn't see.They skimmed over the stream and around leafy trees.Sometimes Spats was in the lead sometimes Fleece sometimes Jasper.Puffing they puffed as they flew faster and faster.Then a final burst of speed hoping one may get a head.As they crossed the finish line made from a spiders web.The judge was Earnest the owl only he alone knew.The true winner of the contest for it was he that said who.The fairy barely won it was nearly a tie.But only one could have, the top nest way up high.It wasn't her size or skill or her lightning flapped wings.The secret was her out streched hands with there fingery things.Precious the snail slowly gave her the crown.All the animals cheered, as she flew proudly around.This story is true, but just don't take it from me.Look way up and you might spot, the queen of the tree.Tags:
Long Past Bedtime
Thursday, October 22, 2009, 07:38 PM EST
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For the season that nears;
Tempt not the dream whose life was spurned from dancing in your mind.This stolen chance may have it's due to this neglect in kind.A fertile field is innocence where sin may plant a crop.Imagination knows no bounds so long as wishes never stop.When I was young I dared not sleep awake I staid through out the night.A fatigued will lead me on till the dawn of morning's early light.What should have been like any day took on a different feel.For lurking just beyond my focus hid a world that was surreal.My senses felt the mortal shell that holds my soul within.A glimpse I caught 'twas just enough to crawl beneath my skin.Closer came the chasm bounderies of realities fraying ledge.A blackened void of empty thought dwelled just beyond the edge.I heard the echoes of my prayers that comfort me to sleep.Strung like pearls of desperation to aimlessly repeat.Should something catch me from behind I turn to see what's there.In time to witness an unfamiliar place revealed before my stare.I found my self-standing in a fog that coursed through barren trees.As a woman dressed all in white ran through the fallen leaves.A monument to eternity stood among rows of carved headstones.As she slowly moved to this home I felt a chill within my bones.A ravens call broke this trance to look another way.There streched far out was a fabled city defying the close of day.Cauldrons of scented burning oils brightened windows and rooftop.On gentle winds music rose and fell its chorus never droped.Ripe fruit sweetened every breath mixed with the taste of baked fresh bread.Savoring the breezes wine above I gazed at airships overhead.Towards town I walked but every step moved me farther back.The burning flames of the homes dimmed then turned to black.Perched high inside a stone gazebo of white marble and ivy vines.I saw a sea of souls marched below in unbroken endless lines.I watched them go from light to nothing a fate I did not want.To be among the demonic specters that in my nightmares haunt.I screamed and screamed but a drone of laughter canceled out my voice.A path to follow I fought the urge but my freedom had no choice.As I walked I asked aloud, "This road, its end, where does it go?"The answer whispered close to my ear, "Surely, you must know."Away I ran into the dark over unseen things I fell.I broke free from the grab and hold of claws and things I could not tell.Then a gentle hand held me still my eyes I opened wide.The nightmare that was but a dream went back to where it hides.As near as I remembered it I told of what I could.Take to sleep but not from asleep this lesson understood.Tags:
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