Pictures of BARK!
“Trees are your best antiques.”
~Alexander Smith
Pictures of BARK!
“Trees are your best antiques.”
~Alexander Smith
Posted in Music Trivia
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The road beckons
a great Halloo
begging my attention
tempting me with favors
The road barks and calls,
“Come this way!
I have what you need,
what you’ve been looking for,
what you’ve never dreamed of before.
Come over here!”
The road cries out loud,
it wakes me
it stirs me
it calls me by name
it makes promises
I cannot resist;
like the grandest sale ever
bargains beyond belief
everything you want
at prices low enough to make history
But the road is not telling me
about the true and hidden costs.
The road keeps its hand close to its vest
The road is confident of the power of its hand.
I offer my best poker face
and step out onto The Road.
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Posted in Music Trivia
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There is a mesmerizing dance
of sounds and syllables;
a triumphant choreography
of symbols and ciphers;
a sizzling scintillation
of shouts and sighs…
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It happens
when language is
so eloquently stitched
that images and sensations
are spawned almost unbidden
in our imaginations.
Well-combined words,
whether read or heard,
can take us for a while
to another place and time.
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The dance of words.
The hide and seek.
The thrust and parry.
The jump, the slide, the pause.
The twist and the twirl.
The calm emergence.
The nerve-jangling suspense,
and the jarring revelation.
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The writer’s palette
grants entry to worlds beyond,
and the enraptured reader
dances boldly onward.
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I follow several photographers’ blogs, mostly because I know my own hobbyist dreams are excited by the visual poetry I see in them. Jane Lurie is one of my favorites. Her images never disappoint! I encourage y’all to enjoy this post of hers and to follow her and spread the word.
“The camera is an instrument that teaches people how to see without a camera.”
~ Dorothea Lange
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It’s a wonder
the struggle to settle
on a subject for one’s next poem.
I read delightful, inspired pieces
from my many blogger-poet friends,
and the subjects are often – even usually –
everyday, common,
one could even say mundane.
I believe it is the commonness
that delivers the great charm
I find in their works.
The poems themselves
are invariably beautiful,
poignant, humorous, and elegant.
What we see, hear, touch, taste, and smell
delights us, thrills us,
takes us to lofty locales
where every flower is a ride on a zipline,
every star has us shooting the rapids,
every dew-drop takes us to an inner spiral galaxy
of beauty and joy.
Poetry helps us make sense of our senses.
We are always looking, always listening
for the special way words cling to each other
or push each other away;
the way words can create a tuneful humming in our spirits
or a jangling klaxon of alarm.
Our hearts and minds are filled with wonder
when words are woven well.
We will read them again and again
just to savor the sweet sensation.
We are surrounded by poetry.
The great wonder is how we
confine the poetry around us
to simple words on a page.
It is a wonder.
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Posted in Music Trivia
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They say
tomorrow never comes.
By the time tomorrow arrives,
it is already today.
It is always today.
The only day you will ever
actually live through
is today.
I hear your minds
all over the world
churning through
the many cloying cliches
about the abundant beauties
of today;
invoking ‘the rest of your life’
and all that.
Yet we can also hear
Scarlett’s voice
expressing the inherent hope
in the concept of tomorrow
“…another day…”
Yes.
Another day
that will be
today.
Every day.
All days are
today.
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What was in your toy box when you were a child?
Do you remember?
Did you have favorite toys?
If you were like me, you did.
And you probably had toys
that saw little use,
eventually relegated rudely
to the dark, out-of-reach,
out-of-sight recesses
at the bottom of the bottom
of your toy box.
What toys do you have these days?
Do you allow yourself any play time?
Can you find those little-used toys
that are hidden, forgotten, forlorn?
What is in your toy box?
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One brave little flower
declaring to the world
I am here
I am strong
I am beautiful
I will lead my brothers and sisters
to the light
and like an assembled company
of childrens’ crayon suns
we will broadcast
our bright beacons
to cause all who see us
to smile
as their hearts are warmed
by our brilliant proclamations
We are here!
We are strong!
We are beautiful!
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We call this a daisy bush (or bush daisy).
Its scientific nomenclature is Euryops pectinatus.
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My dreams have dreams.
I’m not talking about the
rapid-eye-movement, deep-sleeping dreams.
I mean my aspirations.
My hopes, anticipations, bucket-listish stuff.
Those things I ponder
when the miasmic chaos
of so-called ‘real life’
manages to slow down
enough for me to think,
to breathe, to wonder
what might possibly come next.
At this time in my life
many of my dreams
have already presented themselves.
Now my dreams have layers.
One would think they’d be simpler.
Maybe they are, taken individually.
But it seems all my dreams
have crowded themselves
into one chamber of my consciousness.
They are all getting to know each other.
I think they all want to go on an extended cruise together.
My dreams are trying to figure out
which other dreams they want to hang out with.
It will be good when they get it settled.
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I have mentioned this before.
But still,
who knew?
Following lots of blogs
leads to virtual avalanches
of notifications,
which hang out casually
in one’s email inbox
patiently awaiting disposition.
One must decide.
Read? Skip? Save? Share? Delete?
Truthfully,
for me anyway,
the deciding is fun!
I get to see lots and lots of content
that has been waiting
in the ethereal Green Room
of blog postages
to be consumed, appreciated, smiled at,
sometimes tugging at emotions,
sometimes making me nod my head in agreement,
sometimes making me shake my head in disbelief or disgust,
or simple humor,
or uproarious humor.
Good stuff all the way ’round.
Apparently I ‘follow’ over 100 blogs.
Not all of them are particularly active.
Some have become utterly silent.
But YOU, my dear blogging friends,
you keep on keeping on,
and I am enjoying every moment of your
keeping-on-ing-ness.
Bring it, y’all!
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