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The Lady Annabelle

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"Funky happy beat tickle my toes and make my soul weep!Sunshine drip dripdroplets make me feel joy of movementPatatatatapatpataopattapop...dont stop!!!!"I've a little Gypsy in me...VA Chelnekev's Gypsy Scene

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Sunflower...Showy but Simple. A big face and circular mane of bright yellow petals. And she is tall and straight. Try as you might you can't help but see her. Take time to listen to her message and put aside judgements of her dazzle, she will tell you she is earthy and lean. Her face being the colour of soil, not a porcelain beauty. Born of the earth and deep humus. "I have become courageous and blossomed in the darkness of that soil," she whispers, "and that is why I elate in the sunlight's warmth and skip and trip over my heart to follow it's blazing path!" An earnest flower, speaking of utter Presence, her face attuned to whatever she watches. Wholeheartedly. I Love the SunflowerManzano Sunflowers by Dale Harris...You missed Indian Market And of course the sunflowers. As usual they swept across August At first a few, a yellow trickle along the fence line Then more, making pools in the pasture And splashing down into the arroyo Then incredibly many more, Dappling the distance, As though a giant hand had buttered the land.Yet with the entire prairie to expand into, They prefer crowds of themselves They mass along the roadside, Lined up as though a parade were about to pass. Here and there one stands alone, But not for long. Soon his kin will come And there will be sunflower squalor There will be sunflower squalor, a floral slum.Once they are out, They will not be ignored. Stretching their skinny stalks, They top our roofline, Press against the window screens, And peep in at the door. Familiar foot paths to the out buildings are obscured, And from the road we seem afloat, Our cabin, an odd tin boat In a sea of sunflower faces.They are the most staccato of flowers. I catch them humming snatches of polkas And John Phillips Sousa Marches, Bobbing in the wind to the Boogaloo, The Boogie Woogie and the Lindy Hop. I call their names, Clem, Clarissa, Sarah Jane To try and tame them.My neighbor comes by. She has a field full They’re useless, she complains. Her horses can’t eat them. I should hope not! I exclaim, After she’s gone.I don’t remember if you even liked sunflowers But you liked life And they are all about that. Today I wrote to your family, finally. I expect they are occupying themselves, With beautiful gestures In order to get over the grief of you. As for me, I have sunflowers.AND NOW FOR SOMETHING COMPLETELY DIFFERENT

My Blog

Buster Martin

I LOVE this guy: 100 Year Old Man Kicks Teenage Gang's Ass with 'Kung Fu' Date: 1 Mar 2007 | Author: | Category: News | Views: 4503 | Comments: 167   A 100 year old British man told on Wednesday...
Posted by on Fri, 07 Mar 2008 06:35:00 GMT

Hadassah

I have recently became quite taken with Hadassah the girl who was also the Queen Esther, for her simplicity, humility, humanity, earnestness, and beautiful spirit. The story of Esther (Biblical) ...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 09:16:00 GMT

A Message by George Carlin

A Message by George Carlin: The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider  freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, ...
Posted by on Mon, 26 Nov 2007 09:40:00 GMT

The Temple of The Body. Sex in an Anti-Erotic Age

THis is an article that i found by Thomas Moore.  I agree with so much of what he says that regardless if I'm legally supposed to post somebody else's stuff i don't really give a crap.  The...
Posted by on Sat, 19 May 2007 14:38:00 GMT

Golden Era

Symbolism of the colour Gold or Yellow according to Dante GOLD (or YELLOW) is the symbol of the sun, of the goodness of God, of treasure in heaven. GOLD is the color of spiritual achievement, of ripe ...
Posted by on Mon, 07 May 2007 14:29:00 GMT