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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]: After the Close Woven Touch
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]. DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. - William Stafford. Thursday, November 08, 2012. After the Close Woven Touch. After the Close Woven Touch. After the close woven touch,. Thorn and velvet tongue-tapping. Gunner, crack-shot, shell and ball.
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]: September 2012
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]. DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. - William Stafford. Friday, September 28, 2012. The Departed and the Unborn. The Departed and the Unborn. Beautiful, in their cloaks of light,. Their hair a gauzy filament of. Spider webs, they pull me out.
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]: Atonement
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]. DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. - William Stafford. Tuesday, November 06, 2012. The defenseless eye of a calf. Through the bars of. The bruised doe floats dreamlike. Across the Honda's hood. Like a constellation floats. Is the eye of.
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]: Candle Behind the Eyes
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]. DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. - William Stafford. Thursday, November 08, 2012. Candle Behind the Eyes. Candle Behind the Eyes. The candle behind the eyes. Lights, hanging fire bright as tears. Down in their sunny tracks,.
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]: THINGS BETWEEN INHALING AND EXHALING
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Plodding Taurus [ My Poetry]. DEDICATIONS, PLEDGES, COMMITMENTS. For the past. For my own path. For surprises. For mistakes that worked so well. For tomorrow if I'm there. For the next real thing. Then for carrying it all through whatever is necessary. For following the little god who speaks only to me. - William Stafford. Saturday, August 09, 2014. THINGS BETWEEN INHALING AND EXHALING. Take what you see. It's just some place you haven't been. What are you supposed to do? The loneliness of a foreign land.
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Vinegar and Honey: 06/01/10
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No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I do not believe that every one is false. I will not believe that hope tells a flattering tale or that friendship is only a name, or that true love has fled from the earth and that the fear of God has vanished. Love is life. So much love, so much life, and few women, have been so well loved as I.". Amelia E. Barr (1831-1919). Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet Act 1, Scene 2.
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Vinegar and Honey: 12/01/09
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No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I do not believe that every one is false. I will not believe that hope tells a flattering tale or that friendship is only a name, or that true love has fled from the earth and that the fear of God has vanished. Love is life. So much love, so much life, and few women, have been so well loved as I.". Amelia E. Barr (1831-1919). Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet Act 1, Scene 2.
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Vinegar and Honey: 01/01/12
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January 01, 2012. Well, friends, here it is the beginning of another year, and who knows what this year holds? I know what I wish it to hold, which is, probably, no different than what everyone wants. I'm sure we all want good health, happiness, and prosperity.and most of all, peace.for ourselves, and for those we hold near, and dear, to our hearts. But will our wishes come true? And speaking of watching every word spoken, how many have lost jobs, and careers, just in the last year, because someone said ...
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Vinegar and Honey: 01/01/10
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No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I do not believe that every one is false. I will not believe that hope tells a flattering tale or that friendship is only a name, or that true love has fled from the earth and that the fear of God has vanished. Love is life. So much love, so much life, and few women, have been so well loved as I.". Amelia E. Barr (1831-1919). Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet Act 1, Scene 2.
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Vinegar and Honey: 08/01/10
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No posts. Show all posts. No posts. Show all posts. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). I do not believe that every one is false. I will not believe that hope tells a flattering tale or that friendship is only a name, or that true love has fled from the earth and that the fear of God has vanished. Love is life. So much love, so much life, and few women, have been so well loved as I.". Amelia E. Barr (1831-1919). Foul deeds will rise, Though all the earth o'erwhelm them, to men's eyes. Hamlet Act 1, Scene 2.