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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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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Tennessee River
Words and music by randy owen
I was born across the river in the mountains where I call home.
Lord, times were good there. dont know why I ever roamed.
Chorus:
Oh, tennessee river and a mountain man, we get together anytime we can.
Oh, tennessee river and a mountain man, we play together in mother natures
Band.
Me and my womans done made our plans on the tennessee river, walkin hand in
Hand.
Gonna raise a family, lord settle down where peace and love can still be
Found.
Chorus
Oh, tennessee river.
Chorus
Oh, tennessee river.
song performed by by Alabama
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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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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)
Selected for the 2008 Edition of the Literary Journal 'The Emancipator'.
poem by Debora Short
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Depths Of Night
In dazzling depths of night,
I live with light and darkness
As the lamp is fixed in the air.
A perched jewel supposes its worth
With echoes of beautiful waves.
They carry on into the depths,
I hear cascades of sound and water,
The whole canyon is smiling towards me.
What excellent sight is this!
How fruits like water have an abode!
This mountaintop is at a distant scene,
Inner work has been beyond this realm.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Beautiful One
Oh beautiful one, adorned with spell
To ravage my world as might a sweet angel.
Oh beautiful thing, so much at ease:
Allure of caressing breeze in touch gentle.
Oh beautiful creature, sail me do,
As floating on seas of halcyon blue tincture.
You beautiful being, gracing charm
And features that render feel of deep texture.
Your beautiful poise in glide supreme,
Gives such like a vista honed as from heaven.
That beautiful art of face ornate,
Not ever to understate or be riven.
Your beautiful flame of pulchritude
Doth dizzy me high, so I conclude always
You beautiful girl forever be
My shining Janette; my guide; my stairway.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
All rights reserved
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Carry Me Away
I called you up today to bridge my sorrow
Carry me over the line to you
How long will it take to reach tomorrow
Seems like a whole lot of time
Just these thoughts to pull me through
I see blue carpet and cold moonlight settled in
Voices whisper doubts of how I should have been
I feel like Im over the water
But Im caught in the tide
Tell are you calling for me
Does this come deep from inside
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
The sound slowly fades and trickles away from the sea
Its only the windows and i
They hear my dream
Im walking a distance I feel Ive been running for miles
Happy times dont last long
I finally got that its too late to smile
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Over the mind
Carry me away
Under the water
Into your mind
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Nights Of Madness
After nights of madness
mornings become grim,
dissonant as sadness
lowered like a scrim.
Darkened by normality,
feelings that are numb
take away vitality,
as we all succumb.
Written about twelve hours after the cease-fire between Israel and the Hezbollah on August 14,2006. Also inspired by a line from Another Green World by Richard Grant, reviewed by Art Winslow in the LA Times Book Review, August 13,2006: “After Nights of Madness, mornings are grim.”
8/14/06
poem by Gershon Hepner
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About Tu Fu
I met Tu Fu on a mountaintop
in August when the sun was hot.
Under the shade of his big straw hat
his face was sad--
in the years since we last parted,
he'd grown wan, exhausted.
Poor old Tu Fu, I thought then,
he must be agonizing over poetry again.
Li Po
tr. Hamil
Tennessee Owns My Soul
Orbison dees
Talk about troubles, I tell you I got em shovellin sand on the mississipi bottom
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
I killed me a man in shelby county, they turned me in for the government bounty
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Tennessee owns my soul, that little georgia gal just wouldnt listen
She tried to run away with stoney lee I caught him and I put him six feet under
I wonder if he misses me? tennessee owns my soul
Rottin in a cell I try to forget her, wishin like hell Id never ever met her
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Gotta get away, gotta see my baby, gotta leave tonight, shes drivin me crazy
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Tennessee owns my soul, if I can get as far as lookout mountain
Highway twenty four will carry me to the girl I killed another man for
Even then I know I wont be free, tennessee owns my soul
I make it to the top of the twenty foot wall, the guard - Im hit, and I think Im gonna fall
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Laying on a broken back and cryin, everythings goin black and Im dyin
Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah tennessee owns my soul, tennessee owns my soul
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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