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"...We all have the same enemy. The enemy is the tyranny of the dull mind. The enemy is every expert who practices technocratic manipulation, the enemy is every proponent of standardization and the enemy is every victim who is so dull and lazy and weak as to allow himself to be manipulated and standardized." - Tom Robbins
A Blind Child's Lamentation: the dandelion prayer
(inspired by "From A Distance", a poem by Wanda Lea Brayton)
I pick a pot, for her, of goblin flowers,
where sunbeam ponies she so loved high whinny.
My garden yet is filled with merry powers.
I pick a pot, for her, of goblin flowers.
May Jesus hold her, run with her, play with her.
Last night I heard my puppy's eyes dying fly.
I pick a pot, for her, of goblin flowers,
where sunbeam ponies she so loved high whinny.
may the fat bees strum and wild ponies make love,
and baby birds grow big in kind hands of powerful trees
may the meadow where she lies
pray through all, who need, the pollen of eyes that hear
- a poem by Danny Beatty
From a Distance
© Wanda Lea Brayton, All rights reserved
September 3, 2007
I have a sack
overflowing with sacred seeds
to scatter under starlight
across the horizon
for my sister's secret garden.
There is wisteria for melancholy,
roses for remembered love,
jonquils for the lightness joy brings,
lavender for dreams of longing,
apple blossoms
so that she might feast
while lost in tranquil thought,
wildflowers
for her gypsy soul
to savor.
She is restless in her bed,
knowing the moon is whispering
sanctuary
and only she can hear
its graceful song.
She closes her eyes,
knowing beauty remains.
When she arises,
she will find a field full of colors
awaiting her sleep~softened eyes,
a gift
of tender truth
from afar...
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it is at moments after i have dreamed
by e.e. cummings
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always)and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination,when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
—turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
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The Giver of Stars
by Amy Lowell
Hold your soul open for my welcoming.
Let the quiet of your spirit bathe me
With its clear and rippled coolness,
That, loose-limbed and weary, I find rest,
Outstretched upon your peace, as on a bed of ivory.
Let the flickering flame of your soul play all about me,
That into my limbs may come the keenness of fire,
The life and joy of tongues of flame,
And, going out from you, tightly strung and in tune,
I may rouse the blear-eyed world,
And pour into it the beauty which you have begotten.
- Read some of your stuff loooking forward to reading more!!! Great use of words!!
Sonnets--Unrealities. III.
by e.e. cummings
it is at moments after i have dreamed
of the rare entertainment of your eyes,
when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;
at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile
(it was through tears always) and silence moulds
such strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious arms
are filled with fascination, when my breast
wears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
--turning from the tremendous lie of sleep
i watch the roses of the day grow deep.
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on Jan 31 10:19 PM
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