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Let me share my happiness
as once again I drive
a happy car that's spiffy red
and shared among my tribe
just like back in the good old days
when…
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Has anyone tried adding a Buzz mini gallery to their website? Look for the option in the right-hand sidebar. Here's mine at beauku where you…
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A male, but one still immature
is to the female similar
with dull red-rose upon his head
and bodily raspberry bled.
In flight, he undulates that we
may see his…
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picA Reunion
Bereft of all that was familiar
given back in one weekend
a feeling that is seldom tendered
when you are in foreign lands --
when you dwell where no…
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What entrance! In
through pumpkin light --
unfurled, at ease --
without a caution.
Released within --
simply delight
in place of synch-
chronistic passion.
Nat, my lovely partner of 15 years…
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Pamela gave you a bead like this
and pinned it on your cradle.
Anna, the quilt to cover you with
and Anne brought us a dreidel.
A wooden dog…
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The book looks really good! I love VT's cover and I am pleased with the color and the quality of the photos. It only has…
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I just released my fourth collection, Advice to a Young Bivouac. Almost every poem in this collection was written to the spirit of a photograph…
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not a gravestone but I thought it would go well in here just the same, especially since it's just down the road a piece from…
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an old Jewish cemetery in the Black Forest. The stones date from the mid to late 1800s and are protected, because usually graves don't stand…
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this is a gravestone at a Pet Cemetery in Florida that someone sent me. It has a poem by Lord Byron inscribed on it. I'm…
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I dug an old cowpoke up once,
as ancient as the plains
but he had been buried so long
his hands fused with the reins.
His horse, it couldn't…
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There was a little Steinbock
with lots of Alpenkraft.
She always had a big green herbal
box of Asian wrath
that endlessly pursued her
no matter where she climbed.
"I'll get…
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A winter woodpile under icy boughs
might be the fettle needed to arouse
the dying embers ever banked around
a hope that tinder may sometime be found.
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There lives a little chipped enamel stove --
his name is Brownie.
He stands outside as sentry in the cold --
his town? Kilarny.
He keeps a washtub full…
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picPaisley
Paisley was a rover,
he roved from shore to shore.
He didn't fancy boots and so
he'd stop when he was sore
to warm his four wee paddies
and just…
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Three Kings Day is a holiday here in Germany and the creche of anthroposophical dolls that is in one of the store windows only had…
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The slope is steep
snow gathers
in the valleys
tapering off
the higher the climb
below the alleys
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I made an apple pie today,
I rolled out all the dough
and cut a miezi Katze
in the top for steam to go.
I sprinkled it with…
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Ice can't be tasted by a tongue
when it is kept inside
so scoop nests in Achilles' heel
of horizontal glide.
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Potato masher pattern
on ceramic, seen at dawn --
Spanish garlic, onion-shaped
in basket, looking on.
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picMay Auld
Stunningly
the oddest marker in the cemetery
simply says "Auf Wiedersehen."
Ornately cast iron
pushed to one side
in the overgrown boxwood
laden with snow.
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A butterfly ~ quite captive
within an amber glow
distressed a little princess
who, baffled, asked a troll,
"Who'll release so sweet a thing
that he might once more know
the…
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When the earth is laden
with a blanket white,
stay inside, good maiden --
make a window bright.
Four and twenty tissue
red and purple balls,
encased within a border,
black as…
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Snowflakes are just the flowers
growing in an Ice Queen's garden
who choose to break away
each snowy day
before they harden.
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galleryFeliz Natal Familia Dolci
I love to watch the snow come down --
I can't wait to go out
and slide and build a snowman,
make a snow angel and scout
around for…
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There's a Lamb and there's an Adler
and a Linde in every town
but you know the dining's finest
when Hirsch dons a winter gown.
Frohliches Weinachten!
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I walk along the city streets
I look into the windows
I rarely ever enter in
though postcards, scarves and lamps glow
for what is there to want beyond
the…
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Idun's golden apples hang
as those that hung at Eden
because the best things do remain.
Let's celebrate this evening!
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It's time to take my poodle
on a walk this winter day
but she just wants to snuggle
in my hood and ride this way.
It's kind of…
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(for Lottie)
It's time to fire up the stove
and rearrange the cupboards.
Time to get the ginger out,
the nutmeg, cloves and butter.
Mix it up with flour and…
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I am waiting
ever waiting
to share my colors
shed my fears
but the world
is full of others
busy waiting
to shed theirs.
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Paper hearts and paper stars --
cut them out and send them far
away to family and friends.
That way, when the season ends
our love may remind, reopen
by…
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hearts of cookies hanging
from the ribbons slender red
along beside the horns and swords
make up my dreaming bed
the man who weighs the peanuts
wraps them up…
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Another Christmas rolls around
and finds me in another town
but when the tree of life is raised
it's you I think of. Friends be praised.
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The nixies swimming in this fountain
where this lion's standing guard
camouflage themselves by daylight
but it isn't very hard
to imagine how these goldfish
love to taunt a stone…
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I'm dreaming of a Christmas Day
in lands I do not know --
in countries that are far away
where I may never go.
I wish that all the…
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The pharmacy's hot water bottles
double as a Christmas bauble!
Just to see their red, green, yellows
warms us like a pair of bellows.
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In the pharmacy of life
we're propelled by our own passion
to pursue a course of fate
or a course of our own fashion.
We may play the cat…
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We have a little snuggle pet --
his name is Sam I Am.
Well, really, it is Old Samhain
but I always forget.
He snuggles in the bed with…
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The reading woman disappears
into the recesses of years
emerging fully, brandishing
the knowledge that lies languishing
for those who do not take the chance
to act upon their…
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Foundation garment to uphold
what never dared to be so bold
in former glory days when told
to stand up straight and to withhold.
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All is vanity was writ
long before this fan was hit
so do not read behind my back
to compensate for all the lack
for those who turned
the…
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(March 30, 2005 for Van Gogh on his birthday)
They say that you went crazy
in the process
through the years
of your becoming
what we now reflect upon
in canvas…
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Entrance into Wood
With scarce my reason, with my fingers,
with slow waters slow flooded,
I fall to the realm of forget-me-nots,
to a mourning air that clings,
to a…
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the stars were in the window when I drew
my arrow back
I hit a star or two
they fall upon the sidewalk where they may
inverted sistine…
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Old mother winter comes out on her broom
to sweep summer's excess away with her gloom.
Her cries can be heard as she brushes the air
with frosty…
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