Long Gesturing Poems

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A new day begins and new promises made
The child guiding his way
Finally warmed he seemed less afraid
As through the snow they slowly made headway
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     “Who is this child?” he whispered to...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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“I apologize for any offense I have given to your wife,” DynDoeth.
DynDoeth just smiled.  Joulupukki, after listening quietly since the meal began, spoke up.
     “Seileach, Ceridfen has a wicked sense...

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The bones of winter cracked the ice black, coal black night.
A hoary wind spits frost crystals that dazzle and blur the sight.
Boney fingers of bare deciduous wood, scratch against the eaves
as the stranger's tread crackles...

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A Perfect Day to Learn 

We took our late lunch in a wooden cabin at the foot of the mountain where exotic foods in sumptuous meal were served. I enjoyed immensely the fried fish and...

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gesturing crudely about luck and doom
blowing us towards the promised manic Paradise
a steely eyed greeting committee
providing the final hurdle
their panel of erudite jurists
concluded that his sense of right and wrong
had been tricked by wizard mesmerists
no...

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If you drink that SPECIAL brand of Kool-aid,And now you flounder belly up make sure someone else is there with you,(and not just for good luck,)who has the required skills to render first aid. Cause...

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"touched"   

	He wasn’t there yesterday.  I know the landscape of my mind. Today He came, like music on the wind,  blown through an opening high upon the wall. Fragile crumb of...

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Heartfelt light… falls gentle on my dew drenched silence,
When moon is fading beneath the silent blessings,
Raining through the moments, healing with soft expressions
Moments alive with the flames of joy kindled to birth,
Praying into the depths...

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We'd made a dawn start that day, following in his footsteps, as
apparently Jesus used to get up early.
Our group had gathered for a reading, and to pray, along with
fruit and cereals our first staples of...

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Indirect interference into interesting iconographic inked inner initiative is not a carefully stepping clam, a carved tree cake nor a dune of a moon. Taking no bistro out for a walk or a cafeteria for...

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I was just a little girl, when I saw them,
The hands that blessed my heart,
With kindness, compassion and attention,
Hands that sought to protect me,
Bless me with their endless gifts, such affection.

I learned, as the years...

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" Human Campfire Legacy ... "

( Gen. 2: 4 / Gen. 3: 24 / Ex. 13: 21 )
( Ex. 3: 2 / Rev. 22: 5, 6 )


All & Every Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around...

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Cool raindrops kiss my cheeks
A warm breeze rises within me
As I recall the moments
Which linger in my heart forever

The pulsating sphere of light and dark
Polar opposite lovers in the circle of life
Encompassing magnificent visceral nuances
Infinite...

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Old man, blank faced, gray, balding, bent back, 
suspenders holding up loose pants, a half filled 
plastic grocery bag hanging from one hand, a 
wooden cane companion in the other, limps his 
way slowly from...

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Wistful ferns, mossy stumps, crumbling
Rotting away, hesitating…
Beneath the shadows of old oaks,
Weathered gray coats, skin
Wrinkled and archaic, ancient
Wise as the liquid voice of creeks
Sighing and breathing out
Echoes of peace, serenity, grace
Praising with the stream of...

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Pablo...according to me (Part 1b, continuation/finish from Part 1a)

Re Pablo Picasso printmaking exhibition at Bellagio Hotel's Fine Art Gallery.

(7) Photo - PP's living room (by David Douglas Duncan), Summer '57, Villa La California Cannes
 ...

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There I was at work surrounded by a thousand stories of drama, love and surprise
when one of the greatest love stories I could imagine unfolded before my eyes:
 

They came into the bookstore…a couple old...

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I told him we were broken, the way
horses can be, and he galloped through 
the sentence like a cowboy, less a
heart.  I loosed the biggest word I could 
think of – so enormous I...

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Every morning sitting off just to the side
More or less towards the beginning of my ride
There sat a little stone church and it's stoic rigid Cross
But as to my own invitation I would always just...

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Yes, you came last night as I had wished
Normally reader, if you are after it that you desire
Your soul by hook or by crook is going to be the complier
When dear reader, you are lost...

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"That I may come unto you with joy by the will of God, and may with you be refreshed." Romans 15:32 of the King James Bible
 
My journey with our special child is sublime halcyon...

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There’s something unique about the land where death, ritual and myth are close to the living.  Time here is slowed to a point that it becomes meaningless; endless, as though it’s seen forever. ...

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As I was checking out a father at the bookstore his son began to talk to me…
before I finish…I think it’s time for a little history…

For 39 years I taught Autistic students…a career that was...

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When my heart aches, almost breaks,
Dewlike tears fall softly,
Sensing my need for letting go, 
Allowing the feelings to gently flow.

When my light fades, bouncing on shadows,
Lingering in the dark, twilight
Gesturing from the eventual night,
Breathing melancholy...

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