Delicious Wilds...
She's the concrete,
flowers, wind and sky, too!
The strong child
among
the cedars and sun
delicious wilds...
March 29,2006
~Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
poem by Debora Short
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The Watering Can...
And, what of those
Petunias gracing
Your new deck
Would they not die
If your hand
Did not carry
His water to
Feed their beauty
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
August 3,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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The Watering Can
And, what of those
Petunias gracing
Your new deck
Would they not die
If your hand
Did not carry
His water to
Feed their beauty
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
August 3,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Give a Child...
Proudly for Seth ~ Ryan who graduated as
an Aerospace Engineer last week!
Give a child a great education
You give them the world
Give a child science and math
You give them access
Give a child a sense of wonder
You give them joy
Give a child poetry, paint, l.e.d.s, aluminum foil and sparkles
You give them creativity
Give a child accountability
You give them integrity
Give a child an understanding of spirit
You give them faith
Give a child an entire community
You give them responsilbility
Give a child your undivided time
You give them security
Give a child a life by example
You give them the map for success
Give a child hugs
You give them love!
~May 26,2006
Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
poem by Debora Short
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Children of Uganda - repost
Agony Clad
In black wreaths
Little soldiers…once
Tiny bright-eyed legacies
Now, torn, mud-covered
And cold
Their silent tears
Of
Hope cruelly stolen
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
June 26,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Embracing the Roses
Crisp blue sky
Parks
The night
Their love
Rustled
In dewy
Greening gardens
…unobserved
(Mountaintop Gardens, Tennessee
July 27,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Love Scales Whistling
Tea kettle laugh-en
Hot Water chort-ling
Bubb-ling Boil-ing joy
Occupational
Love scales whistling
Serving savor-ed smiles
To their garden faces
(Mountaintop Gardens, Tennessee
~August 9,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Oaken-ed Soul
Voiceless wings, rising dreams
Sounds unknown
Yet, planted and nurtured
Already, Subliminal
Thought’s conversation
A love, within - discovered
A hint from an explorer’s
Heart
A desire to unburden
If only in small ways
Thought’s intoxicated
Interpretations of heart’s
Empowerment
Newly recognized, an acknowledgement
Exposed growth rings of an oaken-end soul
Begging attendance and
Courage’s fitness and focus's countenance
A re-charting of directions
Calling for
This body to make a difference
To dispense
Doses of hope
And dignity
In this so very
Rural old world
(Mountaintop Cottage, Tennessee
~ August 30,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Tidying Up
Tidying
World
Anxiety
A most
Sweeping task
Is nearly as
Difficult
As my
Vain attempts
To rid my
White-tiled
Kitchen floor
Of dog fur
(Cleaning Cottage, Tennessee
~ August 8,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Tennessee Jed
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
Listen to the whistle of the evenin train.
You know you bound to wind up dead,
If you dont head back to tennessee jed.
Rich man step on my poor head,
When you get back you better butter my bread.
Well, do you know its like I said,
You better head back to tennessee jed.
Tennessee, tennessee, there aint no place Id rather be,
Baby wont you carry me back to tennessee.
Drink all day and rock all night,
The law come to get you if you dont walk right
Got a letter this morning, baby all it read,
You better head back to tennessee jed.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,
Honey, come quick with the iodine,
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
Then you head back to tennessee jed.
Tennessee, tennessee, there aint no place Id rather be,
Baby wont you carry me back to tennessee.
I run into charlie fog,
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,
My doggie turned to me and he said,
Lets head back to tennessee jed.
I woke up a feelin mean,
Went down to play the slot machine,
The wheels turned around, and the letters read,
You better head back to tennessee jed.
Tennessee, tennessee, there aint no place Id rather be,
Baby wont you carry me back to tennessee.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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A dedication for Tom, YOU and I
(dedicated for Tom D.O.D. - January 30,2009)
(know that they loved you)
Our history closely
Mirrors the shape of our clay
Both, reclusive and introverts
Each secreted in distant and
Separate island sanctuary
You ditched out before me
Or maybe I did, before you…
No matter, we rarely venture back
As if our hearts were ex-patriots of city-self
Besides, they believed we had found paradise
But, did they not direct our paths?
I know they were our glue
They too, were reclusive and, still
We loved them beyond belief
Yet, they also, lived apart…
(Hugging-Cedars Island, Tennessee
July 17,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Plastic & Concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
These are the facts of life
I 'm a nightmare child
Stuck on my own knife
I' m glad my mother loved me
I' m sick & paranoid
The hotel generater
Hums into the void
Of plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
I gotta learn to slow down
Somethin new from chemistry
Is jackin my brain around
I have got the plastic
And i have got the stone
Out there in the suburbs
I learned to be alone
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete sandwich
You 'd like to eat me, but
Later you 'll reiect me
I' m too much to bite off
The salad on my outside
Is made of suicide
The guy who squirts my mayonnaise
Is on a one-way ride
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete
song performed by by Iggy Pop
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Plastic Concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
These are the facts of life
I m a nightmare child
Stuck on my own knife
I m glad my mother loved me
I m sick & paranoid
The hotel generater
Hums into the void
Of plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete, baby
I gotta learn to slow down
Somethin new from chemistry
Is jackin my brain around
I have got the plastic
And I have got the stone
Out there in the suburbs
I learned to be alone
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete sandwich
You d like to eat me, but
Later you ll reiect me
I m too much to bite off
The salad on my outside
Is made of suicide
The guy who squirts my mayonnaise
Is on a one-way ride
In plastic & concrete
Plastic & concrete
song performed by by Iggy Pop
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wind Child Love Embracing
wind child still
I see your joy laughing eyes
wind child still
I see your warm eyes laughing
wind child still
I see your eyes green healing
wind child still
I see an emerald sea your eyes
wind child still
I see your soft dove brown eyes
wind child still
I see your fawn eyes new life running
wind child still
I see your dark black eyes blessing
wind child still
I see your soul dark passion eyes
wind child still
I see your love welcoming eyes
wind child still
I see your smile universe embracing
wind child still
I see your love of God’s creativity spreading
wind child still
I see stars in heaven smile in your soul eyes
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Birds' Lullaby
I
Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping
With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;
All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping,
So echo the anthems we warbled to you;
While we swing, swing,
And your branches sing,
And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.
II
Sing to us, cedars; the night-wind is sighing,
Is wooing, is pleading, to hear you reply;
And here in your arms we are restfully lying,
And longing to dream to your soft lullaby;
While we swing, swing,
And your branches sing,
And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.
III
Sing to us, cedars; your voice is so lowly,
Your breathing so fragrant, your branches so strong;
Our little nest-cradles are swaying so slowly,
While zephyrs are breathing their slumberous song.
And we swing, swing,
While your branches sing,
And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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Plein Air Painting
Red
Emotionally tense
Evoking thoughts
Of sexy red lips
And swaying hips
Strolling through
Red-light districts
Or
That red devil
Lighting fiery matches
Boiling blood pressures
Blue
Color of sky and sea
Symbol of depth, stability,
Loyalty, trust,
Faith, heart and heaven
Red and blue
When swirled
Together with
My sabled brush
Produce noble shades of purple
Threaded with spirituality,
Wisdom, creativity and mystery
And me the painter of
His Mountains majesty
Sitting on top this
Heavenly hill
Before my blank canvas
Trying hard to remember
To paint shadows with
The color
Purple instead of
That dark
Tube of my
Paines’ grey
(The Mountaintop, Tennessee
August 3,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Child Of The Road
Once on a rock beside a road
I sat watching the passers by
When one among them showed
To look back with a questing eye
He was a child, not more than three
Tagging along a dog behind
But once they rounded out a tree
The two, I no longer could find
That child, I thought, could once be me
Of many roads way back in time
Hopping along a preset way
As would a scripted playful mime
Life then was Spring, without the cares
The wilds with birds we hunted down
Me and my father put up snares
All conservation was our own
But Time has rounded out a tree
The child we no longer could find
Neither were wilds, even the spree
Except what were left in my mind.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Seven - forty Seven-ed Ponds
Incidental footprints of your journey
Mirrored olives, blues and strings of white
So many caught in busied travel delight
Olive-d peace in reflection-ed stills
Perfect illusions highlighted - capture
Your wanderings digitized ripples
Pastoral beauty applied to canvas
Floating above, sipping spirits refreshment
Cotton candied lateral landscapes flow
Contrails significant in their passing
Destinations unique for silver
Winged tube’s residential occupants
Mornings early shore prints reveal hoof prints
Over near the cattails a young deer drinks
In your journey… quenching a long nights thirst
(Mountaintop Pond, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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~.~ Seven Forty Seven-ed Ponds
Incidental footprints of your journey
Mirrored olives, blues and strings of white
So many caught in busied travel delight
Olive-d peace in reflection-ed stills
Perfect illusions highlighted - capture
Your wanderings digitized ripples
Pastoral beauty applied to canvas
Floating above, sipping spirits refreshment
Cotton candied lateral landscapes flow
Contrails significant in their passing
Destinations unique for silver
Winged tube’s residential occupants
Mornings early shore prints reveal hoof prints
Over near the cattails a young deer drinks
In your journey… quenching a long nights thirst
(Mountaintop Pond, Tennessee
October 27,2006)
poem by Debora Short
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Behind This Story
It is not up in the heavens,
It is not beyond the seas,
It is not around you,
It is not near you,
For the teeth of the wild animals are deep in the forest.
It is a concrete hole,
For my wife is wounded;
But who is behind this story?
November 12th 2006,
I escaped from the bullet!
November 14th 2006,
Your own eyes have seen this day;
November 17th 2006,
Six months after the birth of Elias;
With accurate and hones weights,
But like the broken glass on that day!
Take him to your husband and take her to your wife,
And look for both signs on the scales;
With peace at last and like the money in your hand!
Behind this story,
It should be eaten the same day;
Behind this story,
It should be eaten the same night;
Behind this story,
It should be read over and over for understanding!
And to all the fish that school.
Look for the fins and the scales,
And in isolation for seven days;
But tall and strong to satisfy your muse,
For it is clan by clan and clay by clay!
And it is very wonderful to the ears.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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