Tag: beauty
member name: John Doyle
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September 25, 2006 02:43 PM EDT --
In Japan they are called ring gongs
In China and Tibet they are called singing bowls
Usually hand hammered brass bowls
Enthroned on a round ornate pillow
With a hard wooden striker.
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August 02, 2006 07:42 AM EDT --
In the oppressive heat of the night
He longed for her
To reach out and touch her
To kiss her, to love her
But she was not there
Would she ever be?
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August 30, 2006 06:14 PM EDT --
Lady Diana, virgin goddess of the hunt
As Artemis to the Greeks, twin sister of Apollo
You stand in a sun lit clearing
In the great Wood which is mother of men and gods.
Vigilant of . . .
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March 13, 2007 10:57 AM EDT --
Mauve and pink and gold
Painting the far horizon
Lady Diana
Only partially enrobed
Goes quietly to her rest
March 13, 2007
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March 15, 2007 01:33 AM EDT --
Warm sunbeams stream through her window
Caressing her sleeping face.
She opens her beautiful eyes reluctantly
Soon the alarm will go off
And she much get up for work
But she pauses just . . .
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April 08, 2007 01:17 PM EDT --
Clouds of incense filling the sanctuary
Shrouding the ministers of the sacred rites
And the elements of the sacrifice
Moving from mystery to mystery
As the choir chants ancient polyphonic . . .
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April 11, 2007 02:15 PM EDT --
He stood looking down at her
As she lay in her casket
In front of the altar in their parish church
She looked so beautiful
Not the way she looked the day she died
Tired worn and haggard. . . .
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April 14, 2007 11:40 PM EDT --
(I may have put this up before but tonight I just got to thinking about horses, the mustangs of the American west. To me they are more a symbol of America than the bald eagle. And like . . .
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April 21, 2007 04:14 PM EDT --
Sickle moon, ancient symbol
Of the Celtic Goddess
Bent bow of Diana the Huntress
Poised over Venus, my sun sign
What magic do you spin?
What arrows do you shoot?
April 21, . . .
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May 28, 2007 12:51 PM EDT --
A Thought For Memorial Day
We remember our fallen dead, as well we should
We morn over what they might have done
We morn for the holes they have left in our lives
An so we should
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July 03, 2007 11:35 AM EDT --
Is This Woman Real?
Is this woman real
Or dream stuff born of desire?
Shining star bright
In the darkness of my lonely world
Oh yes she is very real
Flesh and bone . . .
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June 25, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
She has gone away
My heart is sad yet joyful
She returns Wednesday
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July 07, 2006 08:23 AM EDT --
Twin peaks, once so proud and pointed
Jutting up as if to tear the sky
Now rounded by years and circumstances
Too long has it been since I touched you
And climbed your slopes and explored the canyon . . .
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July 09, 2006 05:29 PM EDT --
The scent of incense
The sound of a singing bowl
Just silent sitting
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July 20, 2006 01:09 AM EDT --
In the cool of the Summer evening,
Just as the full moon was rising,
He handed . . .
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July 20, 2006 01:37 PM EDT --
The Cherry Blossoms
Some pink, some white
Bursting forth in glory
Only to be plucked by a passing wind
Covering the walkway in my garden
To be trod under foot and gone.
A constant . . .
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July 21, 2006 11:14 AM EDT --
She reached across the restaurant table
And touched his hand.
She had never done that before
There were no explosions
No bells, no whistles
No nine choirs of angels
Singing hallelujah
But in that . . .
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August 24, 2006 12:10 PM EDT --
(This poem was written in happier days for me. But it is that time of year again and I need to remember)
There are poems . . .
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August 24, 2006 11:50 PM EDT --
Like a woodland nymph
She spins away from his touch
Like the will of the wisp
She is there shining brightly
Only to disappear again
August 24, 2006
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August 31, 2006 11:10 AM EDT --
Mr. Sun embraced the world with his warmth
The trees danced in the breeze
And my heart sang songs of rejoicing
When ever I thought of you
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