Monthly Archives: May 2017

Old Love

“You are too gentle, ” she said, As he kissed her on her head. “You didn’t rip my clothes off And throw me on the bed. Where’s Rhett what’s-his-name From ‘Gone With The Wind’? For me you’re much too tame!” … Continue reading

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Back and Forth

The picture of your face and eyes and hair Has served me well; I like the you I see, And your sweet calm has passed inside of me, Where friendship such as ours stands strong and fair. Though lands and … Continue reading

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I Fall…..

O Light, O Light, O happy, happy Light! How like a butterfly of light to me! My spirit flutters wings at thought of thee! You were my Subject who now my Lady are, A butterfly that takes to sky so … Continue reading

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Queen Sun

I know of one I do not see; I’ve never heard her voice. How can she mean so much to me? Why does my soul rejoice? Am I demented? Am I mad? Invisible does make me glad? Imagination has no … Continue reading

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Tame May

A wild beauty passed one day And coyly glanced and smiled, But I was off to see tame May Whose wit had me beguiled. Then Raving Beauty tossed her hair— ‘Twas wonderful to see! But I kept on straight up … Continue reading

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As Deep

Respect can be as deep as love can be. Though most men crave for love and love and love, And yearn for passions turning into fire, A cool mind’s calm respectability Is like a mountain capped with snow above, That … Continue reading

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You

You, you, you’ve got inside of me, And I can’t get you out. Oh light, light, light that I can’t see, My heart of light, without a doubt, A gold star welded fast in me That with deep weight yet … Continue reading

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Oh, Scarlett! (written at 4 the next morning)

Oh Scarlett dear, I love you so, Oh, never, never, let me go. I am your home, your Tara true; My soil awaits the hand of you. When blue-coats come to give disgrace Then throw it in the Yankee’s face! … Continue reading

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Scarlett (after watching her–in Gone With The Wind) rising with all her great will above the carrot dug out of the ground)

Scarlett, stand up, get off the ground. Stand straight, and never give in! With all your will, your spirit sound, Get up, get up, get off the ground! Be your spirit strong in you That fights, and to your dream … Continue reading

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Oh To Be A Book!

A wonderful reader of novels that glow Swept through the pages of Gone With The Wind, A galloping reader who’s gone with the flow, Sweeping the pages of Gone With The Wind! Up this page, down that one, the character … Continue reading

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The Genius Sewer

The Queen of Fashion gave Mr. Thread a smile, Then told him, “Go dance with Miss Needle awhile Before my clothes go out of style.” So Needle and Thread, they danced as one And made a new dress ere the … Continue reading

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It Comes

The storm of the heart Is a storm that won’t end; the sunrise of thought Takes it in as a friend; Its flashes of lightning Are smiles of a dawn Which thunders with wonders That never is gone. Volcanic eruptions … Continue reading

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Wink

There’s happiness that opens like a flower, Growing beautiful hour after hour; There’s happiness that leaps up like a frog Who croaks for joy and winks on a log. There’s snappy light flicker-leaves a-swing And keener light of lightning’s zap … Continue reading

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Happy Praise Day!

To feel a silent laughter ring into my mind From she I cannot see, although I am not blind, Yet all her words are tinkling bells swung free and light, That leap and skip, and ring and sing with her … Continue reading

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On Beauty

Did you ever think what is the cause of beauty? First, note that “beauty” is a human concept. Obvious, but so many people seem to forget it. No cow or goat or lion looks at a flower or a sunset … Continue reading

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Laughing Independence

A child is born with his own mind, Independence his goal assigned. When others’ thoughts come crowding in His own must steel if he’s to win. For, independence lost, lost is all, He’s just another number on a wall. A … Continue reading

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Invisible Two

My laughing, invisible, goddess Delight, Whose laughter unheard is a twinkle-star’s height, I’ve dreamed you were thirty, and then eighty-two, Fat, skinny, tall, short—-who really is you? It’s “Oops,” you then say, “I’m all of these things That flicker to … Continue reading

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Love In Rain

Clouds gray, clouds blue, Some orange there, too; A storm is due; Raindrops, not few. Comes wind a-new With strength more true. What shall we do? Don’t cry boo-hoo, But stand in bliss Of laughing kiss While all the world … Continue reading

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Ours? Mine?

We call our government “ours”; in what sense is it ours? In what sense is it mine? Do I have personal connections with anyone in government? No. Do I know of anyone in Government who is acting on rational principles … Continue reading

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God, or Amy—Take Your Pick

Amy died. She had been good all her life, being a teacher who thought that knowledge of the world was the most important thing for young people. So, with great confidence she stepped up to the pearly gate. The gate … Continue reading

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Beauty in Nature and the Man-made

A man shows me a picture of a waterfall and says, “Look at the beauty of nature!” I say, “Yes, it is beautiful. But what is also beautiful is the man-made car which the photographer drove on the beautiful man-made … Continue reading

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To One Unseen

I see into the soul of you—if old, Or young, or ravishingly beautiful, Or goofy as a cheeping, blue-eyed frog. For you are true and honest, free and bold, And not for e’en a moment are you dull. Your skin … Continue reading

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Ayaan Hirsi Ali

Oh, Ayaan, Ayaan, what is this you do? Your whole sole life, not living first for you? Your purpose, not the joy of self-lit fire Whose end is yours alone, to love, admire? Oh, Ayaan, Ayaan, with courage oh, so … Continue reading

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On May Day

Oh, what is labor without a mind? Even ditches need where? how deep? assigned. A lump of muscle without control Will never reach an unknown goal. Workers of the world, unite? Let thinkers strike and they’ll have night. The man … Continue reading

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