Tag: love
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 03, 2006 11:46 AM EDT --
( With a nod to Christopher C.)
Like the faint aroma of unseen roses
Like a phrase from an almost remembered love song
Peace floats just ahead of our consciousness
Waiting to be apprehended. . . .
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October 10, 2006 01:23 PM EDT --
Borne on the summer breeze,
The hoary capped dandelion seeds
Fly on their way
Filled with life, they care little
About their destination
Sustained with a knowing
Their purpose will . . .
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May 02, 2006 12:53 PM EDT --
Agape
Reigning supreme at the summit of the glorious mountain of Love,
Agape shrouds herself in mist and mystery.
But like the Theophany of Sinai, She makes herself known
With lightening . . .
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May 07, 2006 04:20 PM EDT --
In the fires of love
Even the path may be lost
How sad that would be
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May 22, 2006 11:57 AM EDT --
(By Joanne M. Doyle)
The dark days of winter have passed.
Winter reluctantly releases its' grip and
The wet chill of April is over.
We welcome the soft warm days of may
With . . .
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July 24, 2006 07:48 AM EDT --
Tiny Abby kitty
Gazing intently out the window
She never shares what she sees
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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 17, 2006 04:34 PM EDT --
Hot summer morn
Sailboats gliding magesting down the river
Lovers awakening reachout and touch
Commuters go on their way
(shared authorship)
August 17, 2006
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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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October 01, 2006 03:14 PM EDT --
"We could be like Jane Kenyon and Donald Hall", she said
"Live in the country and write poetry," he said
"And give readings and go to poetry festivals", . . .
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October 08, 2006 12:54 PM EDT --
There are days
When the landscape
Of this poet's mind
Resembles a desert
More than green fields
And flowered meadows
Dry hot winds
Seem to suck all joy
And peaceful creativity
Out . . .
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October 20, 2006 02:05 PM EDT --
Do you remember Alonso Quijana?
Probably not.
Alonso was a Spanish country gentleman
Of more than middle years
Who was overwhelmed
By the bleakness and cruelty of his time.
Some say . . .
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February 03, 2007 05:34 PM EST --
The Wonder of Her
The wonder of her
As she dances through my thoughts
Even her sadness
Fills me with her consciousness
Because I know she is real.
February 3, 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 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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May 07, 2007 11:30 AM EDT --
The pilgrim poet, following the path
Laid out by Lady Diana's magic
Through barren and lonely landscape
Came at last to a high walled city.
He sensed that within this city lay
The end of his loneliness . . .
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May 20, 2007 12:09 PM EDT --
Sitting in the shadow of the high walled city with no gates
The pilgrim poet was acutely aware of his loneliness
He felt the ache of the night's dampness creeping into his bones
And . . .
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June 27, 2007 03:13 PM EDT --
Acknowledgment
I have lived long
Traveled far
And learned much
But the greatest sources
Of my knowledge even wisdom
Are two wonderful women
A calico Kitten
And a black . . .
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