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There are no words

Posted on December 20, 2004 by John

There are no words to capture this exquisite moment of pure bliss between the grasp and letting go between the thought and need to know There are no words that can express the soft caressing tenderness of just a second’s … Continue reading →

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The Reins

Posted on November 21, 2004 by John

The hand that grips so tightly at the reins, its fingers numb with effort after time, will endure bruises, callouses and sprains so long as it still feels the tugging line that links it to life’s pulsing, straining steeds as … Continue reading →

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The View You Choose

Posted on June 6, 2004 by John

Having just seen the new Harry Potter film, I was contemplating the underlying message I find in JK Rowling’s work. No, it’s not some dark Satanic point that seeks to overthrow the basic power structure of the Christo-centric universe. Not … Continue reading →

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Thoughts for Today

Posted on May 5, 2004 by John

It is difficult to get the news from poems yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is found there. — William Carlos Williams Let us remember … that in the end we go to Poetry for one … Continue reading →

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Not New, Not the World, and Not Order: an anagram exercise

Posted on April 2, 2004 by John

I’d just as lief pretend to know, Like Aristotle, where to file each thing; But to seek more knowledge than I need On this subject is to pursue evil ends. For life arranges on its own The order in which … Continue reading →

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Nothing of the Fall

Posted on September 7, 2003 by John

Spring doesn’t know summer; it’s just risen from the dead. After all that time in winter, it would rather play instead. Spring doesn’t know summer, but it gets there anyway: every stormy April morning leads to afternoon in May. But … Continue reading →

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Half a Score

Posted on September 3, 2003 by John

This decade slipped by faster than the ones before; the moments made of smaller, finer stuff. The days turn into months, each year turns into four, and often there just doesn’t seem to be enough time to keep in focus … Continue reading →

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