or they unfold - revealing inner forests and ancient cities
all descendants all the time
with moments of incredible impromptu music and borealis
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Our posts must have crossed judih when the page flipped over.
"with moments of incredible impromptu music and borealis"
Can't top that one in my present frame of mind. I been sitting here for minutes waiting for something to come. I love the line but I got nothing to rhyme.
I'm giving up now. The field is yours.
(Mingo assumes coyote form and slinks off with his head down and tail 'tween his legs and disappears into the trees on the other side of the creek)
"with moments of incredible impromptu music and borealis"
Can't top that one in my present frame of mind. I been sitting here for minutes waiting for something to come. I love the line but I got nothing to rhyme.
I'm giving up now. The field is yours.
(Mingo assumes coyote form and slinks off with his head down and tail 'tween his legs and disappears into the trees on the other side of the creek)
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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SadLuckDame
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The snow is covering, but the side-walk was clear
except two M&Ms frozen side by side.
except two M&Ms frozen side by side.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
Just finished shoveling the driveway well not all of it cuz my neighbor with the John Deere took pity on me and came over with his terminator snow blower attachment and made short work of the storm that came in the night. Thank God.
We got snow judih.
We got snow judih.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
Dame glad to see you're back in the action. Your observation on the two frozen M&M's in the snow cracked me up. I got three mice in the water bucket on my cellar steps. I'll be recycling them to the crows presently. We here at the lodge send you greetings from the snow planet. Global warming be damned.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
I think that most of the opinions and attitudes of mankind are the result of being, for the most part, well fed. For only the well fed can afford discourse of any kind. Let famine stalk the land and the ephemeral would disappear overnight. Nothing that did not concern the stomach would be of any moment whatsoever.
It is food, and food alone, that allows us our fashions, our government, our politics. our lusts, our greeds, our dreams, our loves, our families.
Food, and food alone, makes room for all the other hopes we may entertain.
Without food there is no room for any hope at all.
None.
It's funny what it all comes down to when you consider it. And what it all is worth when weighed in such an exacting balance. Our morals and ethics and so called beliefs and non-beliefs are all the result of having enough to eat. Nothing more.
It is not for nothing that the first part of "... drink and be merry" presumes that there is enough to "Eat".
It is food, and food alone, that allows us our fashions, our government, our politics. our lusts, our greeds, our dreams, our loves, our families.
Food, and food alone, makes room for all the other hopes we may entertain.
Without food there is no room for any hope at all.
None.
It's funny what it all comes down to when you consider it. And what it all is worth when weighed in such an exacting balance. Our morals and ethics and so called beliefs and non-beliefs are all the result of having enough to eat. Nothing more.
It is not for nothing that the first part of "... drink and be merry" presumes that there is enough to "Eat".
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.
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SadLuckDame
- Posts: 4216
- Joined: September 17th, 2009, 8:25 pm
I look at it and I'm thinking, "Are they watching the sunset, the rise, a balloon go up and up?" Amazing! It's simple yet mysterious and a whole story to tell.
`Do you know, I was so angry, Kitty,' Alice went on...`when I saw all the mischief you had been doing, I was very nearly opening the window, and putting you out into the snow! And you'd have deserved it, you
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
little mischievous darling!
~Lewis Carroll
Well I want some toast. Or manna from the sky. Can you imagine going out in the morning and gathering that into your jar ? God only provided that in the desert. Once the Israelites got to the Promised Land the manna stopped coming and it was back to working for a living.
My shoes are here on the floor. Thing about shoes is they are usually together. Always sitting right next to each other. Our marriages should be more like our shoes. I've walked alot of places, mostly in shoes. 1.4 degrees above ZERO as I tap this out. The Indians say the earth rejoices to feel our feet walking upon it. That's why they dance.
Fuck poetry. I dabble in it but fuck it just the same. I've yet to see the poem with as much startling presence as a piece of driftwood on a shore. It may be that my mirrors are too old to go to war any more that I feel this way. Not that I'm giving up ya know, it's just, well, fuck poetry.
I got this furnace. It's in the cellar. It's funny that this small box with the fire spirit inside is expected to battle an air mass from the Arctic that is hundreds of miles wide and hundreds of miles deep. It can't win but I'm not too cold either.
My shoes are here on the floor. Thing about shoes is they are usually together. Always sitting right next to each other. Our marriages should be more like our shoes. I've walked alot of places, mostly in shoes. 1.4 degrees above ZERO as I tap this out. The Indians say the earth rejoices to feel our feet walking upon it. That's why they dance.
Fuck poetry. I dabble in it but fuck it just the same. I've yet to see the poem with as much startling presence as a piece of driftwood on a shore. It may be that my mirrors are too old to go to war any more that I feel this way. Not that I'm giving up ya know, it's just, well, fuck poetry.
I got this furnace. It's in the cellar. It's funny that this small box with the fire spirit inside is expected to battle an air mass from the Arctic that is hundreds of miles wide and hundreds of miles deep. It can't win but I'm not too cold either.
Doll, you may have found a place of rest but I'm still on the trail.