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The Passenger's View: Macropsia
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Thursday, December 10, 2009. Through a sliver in the blinds I peek,. One, the remnants of fire. Readying itself to retire,. Exiting with lazy evening purple. Farewell is offered to the other one,. Drifting in its paleness,. Shrouded in silken sari. She assumes her duty,. Governing the darkness in solitude. Howls of gratitude soar one by one. Come the primitive songs;. No crescent tonight, only crescendo. Against the blackened backdrop,. Showered with crystals,. She slides westward,. As it does tonight,.
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The Passenger's View: So How Was The Zoo?
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Wednesday, February 11, 2009. So How Was The Zoo? It was pretty much like it is everyday. Oh, you know. The caged residents gave us their usual display of half-baked affection. You have to catch them early, at least ten minutes before lunch. Once they're fed, they don't care much to do anything but loaf around, well out of sight from. Ever come across one of these displays of "affection" on your vehicle window? I have to say, though, this Mandrill didn't remind me of any. I Like Blogs Like.
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The Passenger's View: Horizon
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Thursday, October 1, 2009. How the shimmering waves increase at day's end. As the sun gives one last brush over the vast deep! Standing on the shore with a gaze of outward stretch. I contemplated that place where light and darkness meet. Horizon its name, that immovable ancient border. Where water forms a subtle crease with evening sky. The Light fades, and what was once clear to the eye. Becomes only a distant memory in the thick night,. Our minds engulfed in blackness, with no more. I live in Houston, ...
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The Passenger's View: Pomegranate on the Border
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Wednesday, December 2, 2009. Pomegranate on the Border. Glorious garment ahead,. Crippled soul enamored,. The soft edges inviting. My fear to touch. No casual series of threads. Blue, purple, scarlet,. Life of the mystery. Revealed to weary eyes,. I would taste what I see,. I come bearing fruit,. The naked, the hungry,. The empty –. For prompt #103 by the good folks at Read Write Poem. December 3, 2009 at 8:51 AM. December 3, 2009 at 9:05 AM. December 3, 2009 at 12:01 PM. Life of the mystery. This was al...
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The Passenger's View: Tai Chi 42 Forms
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Thursday, February 12, 2009. Tai Chi 42 Forms. I've been practicing Tai Chi in a local Kung fu training center for a few months. Progress has been slow but consistent. The chi feels quite strong in my hands, but the goal is to maximize its circulation throughout my entire upper torso as I go through the 42 forms. Here's an excellent video showing the routine from beginning to end. It makes me relaxed just watching it. She flows like water. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). I Like Blogs Like.
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The Passenger's View: Ripples
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Monday, December 21, 2009. Ask what your country can do for you;. Ask not what you can do for your country. Ask not what you can do-. Your country can do what you can’t do. Whatever you think you can do,. Your country can do that better than you;. So ask what your country can do for you. Countries are pretty neat–. They do stuff for people all the time! All you have to do is ask;. Go ahead, ask anyone. Your country can do things for you, yes,. All kinds of things your country can do. I pay, too, for you.
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The Passenger's View: When--
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Thursday, December 17, 2009. When summer turns to autumn, then to winter,. And life dissolves to death and gloomy gray,. When months have passed and solitude still lingers,. But hands are folded for another day;. When weddings, birthdays, grant you celebration,. Yet years reveal what truly lies beneath,. Your patience dies and leaves you no ambition,. And sorrow quickly calls out unbelief;. When wars break out and safety seems elusive,. Or terror leaves a chilling sense of fear,. At Read Write Poem, I am...
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The Passenger's View: A Short Ride in a Fast Machine
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Tuesday, February 24, 2009. A Short Ride in a Fast Machine. Flash forward seventeen years. These days, I've been much impressed with the musical compositions of John Adams. A Short Ride in a Fast Machine. Popular to all modern music fans except for me, apparently. Before actually stumbling across it on YouTube, I had no idea that this was the same piece I had heard the Cadets perform on the field in 1991. A Short Ride in a Fast Machine. Pretty cool music, huh? Labels: A Short Ride in a Fast Machine.
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The Passenger's View: On the Death of My Childhood Friends
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Thursday, October 22, 2009. On the Death of My Childhood Friends. When I was 10 years old, my closest neighborhood friends died in a house fire along with their parents. There was Chris (same age as me), Kevin, and little Kimberly. It was barely comprehensible to me at that age. The day slowly began to come upon us, and we learned that the father had survived for a short while in the hospital. But he finally succumbed to 90% burns that he had sustained while trying to save his family. Subscribe to: Post ...
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The Passenger's View: What the Dollar Said
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Monday, November 2, 2009. What the Dollar Said. George Washington gave me a dry stare. As I roughly pulled him out of thin air. He said to me, “Would you or could you recall. The way we were living before the fall? Lending, not spending, in our day. Was the tried way for men of gray.”. Now the slaves of debt to lenders crawl. Lincoln attempted to give me five,. But he looked as though he wouldn’t survive. He said, “To be free and to see resilience. In the spirit of man breeds self-reliance.”.
