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  • Allyce May on November 17
    Thanks again for all the wonderful comments. I am honored and appreciative!
  • Night Hope on October 17


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  • Night Hope on October 17


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    ♥

  • Night Hope on October 17


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  • Emmyb on October 5
    oh my goodness. your page is filled with the love you have for both poetry and for your lovely wife. your poetry is stunning.
    well done on the gold in my contest. I had no idea you were W's husband. haha,



    Em
  • Night Hope on October 1

    "Since You've Asked"

    by Dan Fogelberg

    "What I'll give you
    Since you've asked
    Is all my time together
    Take the rugged sunny days
    The warm and rocky weather
    Take the roads that I have walked along
    Looking for tomorrow's time
    Peace of mind --

    As your life spills into mine
    Changing with the seasons
    Filling up the world with time
    Changing time to reasons
    I can show you all the songs
    That I never sang to someone before.

    We have seen a million stars
    Lying by the water
    You have climbed the hills with me
    To the mountain shelter
    Taking off the days
    One by one
    Setting them to breathe
    In the sun.

    Take the lilies and the Lace
    From the days of childhood
    All the willow winding paths
    Leading up and outward
    This is what I give
    This is what I ask you for
    Nothing more."


    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bhc71T5mlVA



  • Night Hope on September 10


    Amy Winehouse

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WohZm1GsAOw&feature=related

  • Night Hope on September 2




    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-hQMPclXx_Q


    In Your Eyes

    by Peter Gabriel

    Love I get so lost, sometimes
    Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart
    When I want to run away
    I drive off in my car
    But whichever way I go
    I come back to the place you are

    All my instincts, they return
    And the grand facade, so soon will burn
    Without a noise, without my pride
    I reach out from the inside

    In your eyes
    The light the heat
    In your eyes
    I am complete
    In your eyes
    I see the doorway to a thousand churches
    In your eyes
    The resolution of all the fruitless searches
    In your eyes
    I see the light and the heat
    In your eyes
    Oh, I want to be that complete
    I want to touch the light
    The heat I see in your eyes

    Love, I don't like to see so much pain
    So much wasted and this moment keeps slipping away
    I get so tired of working so hard for our survival
    I look to the time with you to keep me awake and alive

    And all my instincts, they return
    And the grand facade, so soon will burn
    Without a noise, without my pride
    I reach out from the inside

    In your eyes
    The light the heat
    In your eyes
    I am complete
    In your eyes
    I see the doorway to a thousand churches
    In your eyes
    The resolution of all the fruitless searches
    In your eyes
    I see the light and the heat
    In your eyes
    Oh, I want to be that complete
    I want to touch the light,
    The heat I see in your eyes
    In your eyes in your eyes
    In your eyes in your eyes
    In your eyes in your eyes


  • Night Hope on September 1

    Your new page is smokin', my Baby.

  • FransB : The first on August 31
    three 'sentences' on this page are so strikingly beautiful; the background a continuing dream. Blessings to you both. Frans
  • geckogirl on August 21
    this is one of the best backgrounds I have ever seen. Beautiful...
  • ILTL4eva7 on August 13
    The first poem you have listed is by e e cummings, the subsequent poems are Swanee's work, and you have your mood set as "turtle"... Boy, am I glad she found you - she did all the work, and now I get a super-awesome literary daddy. Heck yes! I know I don't frequent the site much anymore, but I thought I'd drop in and say hello. So, hello! And now that that's been accomplished, I'm off to feign sleep. Good night!
    -Kelsey, aka Princess Goof
  • Night Hope on August 12

    For you, Darlin'. ♥

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_YIHvK5WN7I&feature=related

  • Concrete Angel on August 4
    Great author face
    lol
  • Night Hope on July 21


    For you, my Baby. I love you, Mister. ♥

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=SyolMNsN0Ig

    www.youtube.com/watch?v=nAYhc0exRlk&feature=related

  • cubert on July 17
    I've added you to my favourites three bloody times now! I hope it worked this time
  • Night Hope on June 25



    "Poetry is nothing more than an intensification or illumination of common objects and every day events until they shine with their singular nature, until we can experience their power, until we can follow their steps in the dance, until we can discern what part they play in the Great Order of Love. How is this done? By fucking around with syntax."

    from: "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" by Tom Robbins




  • lunarlunacy on June 22
    had to come back for another dose of juju Leviathan. that title just commands the reader to step forth.
  • klassy lassy on June 17
    A luminous page, Danni... with some very special poetry showcased, and the contentment of heart painting the face of "that guy" in the picture with his eyes closed! ~k
  • Night Hope on June 9


    i carry your heart 

    ~ e e cummings
     
    i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
    my heart) i am never without it (anywhere
    i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
    by only me is your doing, my darling)
    i fear no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet)
    i want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)
    and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
    and whatever a sun will always sing is you
    here is the deepest secret nobody knows
    (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
    and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
    higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
    and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
    i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


    ♥



  • Night Hope on May 26

    "Music is the divine way to tell beautiful, poetic things to the heart." ~ Pablo Casals


  • Night Hope on May 19

    "if you like my poems let them"

    by ee cummings

    "if you like my poems let them
    walk in the evening,a little behind you

    then people will say
    "Along this road i saw a princess pass
    on her way to meet her lover(it was
    toward nightfall)with tall and ignorant servants."

  • chills on May 12
    that thing on your author page by Night Hope. So good and I need to read all of you if that's your view on life. that thing. Is poetry.
  • Night Hope on April 28

    "I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way."

    ~ Pablo Neruda

    ♥

  • Night Hope on April 28

    "If you are a poet, you will see clearly that there
    is a cloud floating in this sheet of paper.

    Without a cloud there will be no water; without water,
    the trees cannot grow; and without trees, you cannot make paper.

    So the cloud is in here. The existence of this page
    is dependent upon the existence of a cloud. Paper
    and cloud are so close."

    ~ Thich Nhat Hahn
    "Engaged Buddhism"

  • Night Hope : For You... on April 26


    I Think Continually Of Those Who Were Truly Great

    by Stephen Spender

    I think continually of those who were truly great.
    Who, from the womb, remembered the soul's history
    Through corridors of light where the hours are suns
    Endless and singing. Whose lovely ambition
    Was that their lips, still touched with fire,
    Should tell of the Spirit clothed from head to foot in song.
    And who hoarded from the Spring branches
    The desires falling across their bodies like blossoms.

    What is precious is never to forget
    The essential delight of the blood drawn from ageless springs
    Breaking through rocks in worlds before our earth.
    Never to deny its pleasure in the morning simple light
    Nor its grave evening demand for love.
    Never to allow gradually the traffic to smother
    With noise and fog the flowering of the spirit.

    Near the snow, near the sun, in the highest fields
    See how these names are fisted by the waving grass
    And by the streamers of white cloud
    And whispers of wind in the listening sky.
    The names of those who in their lives fought for life
    Who wore at their hearts the fire's center.
    Born of the sun they traveled a short while towards the sun,
    And left the vivid air signed with their honor.





  • Night Hope : Pending the Release of Your Newest Book on April 12


    With a weary, relieved sigh, Diogenes has lain his lamp aside. There is finally a truly honest voice, the purest peal ringing beyond the borders of the darkest, dimmest night. Those of us who seek, who long to linger within the unbound volumes of Knowledge, may now gather our seeds for planting; the soil has been tilled for us. The garden surges forth. The birds await the unfurling of branches in which to cast forth their songs of giant wonders, their symphonies of light. Moqui Takoda has arrived.

    ~ Wanda Lea Brayton
    author of the book, “Swanee Sighs”


  • Night Hope on April 5


    i have found what you are like

    by e e cummings



    i have found what you are like
    the rain,

    (Who feathers frightened fields
    with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

    easily the pale club of the wind
    and swirled justly souls of flower strike

    the air in utterable coolness

    deeds of green thrilling light
    with thinned

    newfragile yellows

    lurch and.press

    -in the woods
    which
    stutter
    and

    sing

    And the coolness of your smile is
    stirringofbirds between my arms;but
    i should rather than anything
    have(almost when hugeness will shut
    quietly)almost,
    your kiss





  • Night Hope : "My Baby Loves Just The Way That I Am..." on April 5

    "My Baby Loves Just The Way That I Am..." Martina McBride sang it...but, Baby, you LIVE it... I adore your visage, your vision...& your impeccably keen eyesight. I love you, my Beloved Husband. You, Suh, rock.








  • Night Hope : You bright & lil' shiny genius, you. *grins atcha* on March 29

    I love you sooo much, my Beloved Husband... Your Swan


  • Night Hope : O Beloved One... on February 24

    "You leave your memory as a flame
    to my lonely lamp of separation.

    I came to offer thee a flower,
    but thou must have all my garden,—
    It is thine."

    'An unknown flower in a strange land
    speaks to the poet:
    "Are we not of the same soil, my lover?"'

    "The shade of my tree is for passers-by,
    its fruit for the one for whom I wait."

    excerpts from "Fireflies" by Rabindranath Tagore


    www.terebess.hu/english/tagore5.html




  • Night Hope on February 23

    ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
  • Night Hope : NOTICE TO ALL WHO ENTER HERE on February 17

    Herein are the wild & wondrous words of a prolific & brilliant mind. Tread softly, read gently, think deeply...& ye just might learn something of the mysteries within this vast & wondrous universe of ours. Or don't. Your choice. "Choose wisely."

  • Night Hope on January 31



    *stops bouncin' & just looks all 'round at your Beauty~full page & sighs, heart swellin'...*



  • cutiepie : Any friend of Wanda's is a friend of mine :) on January 28
    Thank you for your visits to my poetry. I will return the favor when I can grab some Nice to meet you
  • Night Hope on January 27

    *bounces on yer page*


  • Night Hope : "G'mornin', Starshine ~ the world says hello..." on January 26

    *places your coffee cup where you can easily reach it, reaching for the remote control to see what's on the movie station & turn the blaring volume down a bit, so as to not disturb your restless slumber, wondering what sort of poemy things you dream of now...* Sighhh...G'mornin', you. ♥ Have a lovely Monday, Moqui. *leaves another cup of coffee...*thinks* Hmmm... & some cheesecake, just to make SURE you will, then skips off happily into the realm of insomniac inventions of reticulated rainbows, molten memories of unmasked music & the purest scents of solitude, puppy breath & kitestrings daubed lightly on my wrists*


  • Night Hope : From My Page To Yours, My Friend... on January 18

    "Among the Haida Indians of the Pacific Northwest, the verb for 'making poetry' is the same as the verb 'to breathe'."

    ~ from the book, "Another Roadside Attraction" by Tom Robbins

    I thought ya might enjoy this quotation, Mr. Lowkey~Moqui.
    I encountered it when I was working at my college library, approximately 1982, I think. I love Robbins' work. "Even Cowgirls Get the Blues" was another one I copied lines from into my "poet's journal"...it was filled with various thoughts, quotations, poems, my own lil' made~up quotations, etc. Here's one of mine for ya. A guy I dated off & on for 5 years (his idea, not mine) once called me "Ol' Faithful". Baaad idea. Vewwy, vewwy bad idea, considerin'. My quick~draw reply was this: "Don't kid yourself. I'm jus' a tumbleweed caught in a barbed~wire fence, waitin' for a good gust of wind to come along." I'm pretty sure HE got the idea after that. His best friend adored me, his dog couldn't wait to see me ~ even his fish swam to the nearest side of the aquarium when I walked in. I told him, "Awww, you're jus' skeered yer mama might like me." He scowled at me a lil'...Hmmm...I wonder why??? My late sweetheart was 100% Pottawatomie. Tall, dark, lean & gorgeous. Although I'm only 1/16th Cherokee (s'posedly), I always wished it was far more (I was born white, too ~ Sighhh...) I'm drawn towards the natural way of things. To me, the city is a lot more dangerous than the wilderness ~ it's considerably more civilized...at least there, you know what to expect. Animals won't deceive you like Man will. My step-grandfather was the Medicine Man of his (Cherokee, also) tribe. He was already quite old when I was very young ~ what tales he must have had to tell!!! I'll try to find a poem I wrote about him when I was just beginning to write & send it to you. I dunno. Don't ask me. Jus' decided to drop by & say "hey". Sooo...Hey. Wanda
  • Joseph Hollis on January 6
    Dearest Moqui,
    I see your name, perpetually, in the top right hand corner of my screen. I hope that it remains there.
  • PerfectImperfection on December 31, 2008
  • Nangaleema on November 4, 2008
    i enjoyed your storywrite page - going through your thoughts and images felt like a journey. spiritual. - NANGALEEMA
  • Flowergirl on September 23, 2008
    love the page very nice...
  • unraveled on August 8, 2008
    i didn't know that piece was yours!
    i should have guessed, it's wrapped in layers of beauty and nature!

    -cassidy
  • Powered by Tofu on June 22, 2008
    cool author's page
  • Mezclita : Inspiring links ^^ on March 15, 2008
    Hey, I hand feed an elephant some guava and apples the other day... no seriously, the ones that roam around the streets of Bangkok? Yeah them... but I didn't buy the fruit off the owners so as not to necessarily support what they are doing but still give the cute elephant (by the name of rain - rainwater "namfon" to be exact) a treat for the day~ felt nice... so yeah, just thought I'd share seeing u might appreciate the little story!
    <3 Alex
  • cafegroundzero : I greet you with peace and respect: hope all is well with you on January 23, 2008

    Hullo I just happened to notice one of your poems in the right side bar.

    How have you been? Hope all is well.

    O.K. then, see you later alligator.
  • Heart Sutra on January 1, 2008
    Bear Totems should stick together...my totem is the bear too...only it came up as a white bear.

    Happy New Year Danni!!


  • misselaineous on December 26, 2007
    purple is my favorite colour

    good you are back
  • unraveled on December 21, 2007
    Thank you for the re-add... I am happy to see you back on AP

    Cassidy
  • x CheepPurfume on March 27, 2007
    You're really too kind, with your words. But Thank you.

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