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Posted on 10/07/2007 6:40:02 PM PDT by Soaring Feather
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Enjoy your dinner.
The sun set here some time ago. LOL
Enjoy your evening.
St. Bernard?
I do not even want to consider the size yard you have to have to have to get enough leaves to hide a dog that size!
Awesome
I’m hungry, I wanna dine with you and Nan, at least save me some crumbs.
He trigger the hunger pangs and now I am famished. Looks like its McDonalds or something similar. Eating pizza for 3 days gets old.
Well, I do have that pot of soup I made last night, my palette is calling for something different tonight. I have a tv dinner- I guess that will do as I a lazy to boot.
I really do not feel like going out but I must. See you later.
Actually we’d hide from the dog but we had a few acres back then.
It’s only one of many things which have beset me. Must be the stolen noble bloodlines.
Dinner is over, a nice ‘Rosto’ at the Mediterranean restaurant, pot roast so tender it leaps on the fork and begs you to eat it. Nancy had the Chicken Borek, chicken covered in an eggplant coating, wrapped in Filo dough. Now I sit here full, content, and happy to work on the book with a good cigar and a glass of wine.
Must be the stolen noble bloodlines.
Aye I have a know’n of that, me self darl’n, I’m actually a noble me self, taken from me rightful place by a scrub woman in ta palace who was want’n another tax deduction! Them liberals has a lot ta account fer!
On Balance
Upon the hill the ruins stand
a marker on Time’s long line
where once a race of man so fine
gallant warriors with iron hand
They stood and made their mark
and left the ancient tales to tell
of bravery and bloody war’s hell
upon a land both green and stark
The wind now tells the tales bold
of those brave souls who came before
who stood and became a part of lore
and we remember them who were of old
Now today we lack their will or so it seems
for now its only the safe we seek today
and adventure must be safe and fate not fey
soft we are from those whose tales take reams
A shadow of the ones before, who lived so true
we shudder at the thought of daring as they did
for we are pale copies as from danger we’ve hid
happy in empty lives where there’s little we’d do
No tales of us who will but pass away
no lingering memories beyond the grave
and sad to say we have no tales to save
such a fate I pity for we fools of today
No heroes now as of old, for we live too well
our lives made of advantage, not adversity
no challenge as in the days of old you see
and I wonder if this our own shade of hell
I found you again....I got lots of poems since I last posted
I
Leaf Fall
In quiet softness
a golden leaf trembles, falls
quaking aspen sigh
II
Memory of November at Galveston Beach: A Tanka
Hear the autumn wind —
watch how it kisses water,
swell touched with white foam
like fingers in lover’s hair,
the salt spray, cold lover’s sweat
The Castle Tall
Sakura blossoms
drifting over open fields
beneath the high wall,
caught on a spring breeze that yields
to the castle tall —
The guardians kept their watch.
Once the moonlight watched,
shining brightly in the night
above the high wall
as they gathered by torchlight
In the castle tall
drinking sake unaware.
Cold the wind that blew,
broken-hearted winter wind
over the high wall —
wild geese crying of the end
to the castle tall,
death singing in full moon light.
Shadow did not hide
sword work flashing in moonlight
behind the high wall—
red blood flowing at midnight
in the castle tall,
guardians died unknowing.
Ruins reaching up
forgotten now is the place
where stood the high wall
long forgotten is the face
of the castle tall—
a lost heap of broken dreams.
No breath of grieving
is spoken by the pine trees
where stood the high wall,
curse binds human memories
of the castle tall —
curse echos through time to kill.
I like this one, very smooth, and brings the story to life
Time Alone
Time Alone
Foreheads together in a gentle touch
Her hand on his, his fingers holding tight
Shutting out the world that asks too much
For them to share a minute of their night.
He brings a single finger to her lip,
She tilts her head to look into his eyes
Gives a gentle kiss to fingertip,
Then happily she smiles at him and sighs.
Amber eyes and blue gaze lovingly
Curtained in locks of white and ebony.
I’ve gotten really into Japanese and Japanese derived verse forms...mostly in patternings of 5 and 7 syllables. It seems to give me a lot of useful structure without interfering with my image flow like some of the rhyming forms do.
Indeed, the Haiku and the Tanka are wonderful forms, setting firm forms, and yet letting you make the poem unique and yours.
Some think the 5,7,5 syllable count enough, while other think the 3,5,3 form sounds more oriental (What ever that’s supposed to mean?) Both are challenging, especially with the last line to have some reference to nature.
Joining a 5,7,5 form (Haiku) with two 7,7 count lines (Tanka) and continuing on in that form gives one a unique structure to tell a story with a bit of work. I think more people should try the two forms, they are surprisingly flexible and fun.
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