Annika taken by Jeanne with dog mask
I am the dog
panting in red
panting with joy
to fetch for you
lick you clean
bark at invaders
warm you in the cold.
I am dog for you.
E-Touch
28 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
Touch!
“Let’s see what this icon does”
With one finger tip I can:
Scroll and move between items
Use a slider
Select items.
With two finger tips I can:
Zoom in to or zoom out from the screen
Move items from one place to another
Minimize apps and show your Active Frames
View the Hub
Show the menus
Show the keyboard
Navigating within an app
With my whole hand I can:
Hide an iPhone
snap a selfie
see my pix
speak to Siri
learn letters
phone my folks
stay in touch…
LIFE IS GOOD!
http://docs.blackberry.com/en/smartphone_users/deliverables/55574/mes1335535802053.jsp
Definition #195 Simplicity
28 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
my grand-daughter makes the complex simple.
From my face to Annika’s
2015
Quatern
Make the complex simple
awesomely simple;
that’s creativity!
translucent diadems.
Charles Mingus
Thoughts too weak:
make the complex simple;
empty them, start again:
they’re beyond cognition.
Luc de Claplers
Try for plainness
selflessness:
make the complex simple
polished core revealed.
Lao-Tsu
Birdsong, sky and weather:
luminous and spare;
look through them to see the world;
make the complex simple!
Stanley Kunitz
Once Long Ago
28 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Once Long Ago, Poetry Tags: ancient, Before time was locked inside of clocks, cartwheels, Janet Hutchinson, Jeanne, old one-child, Once Long Ago, spin
Movie by Jeanne in Looksery
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Once Long Ago
Before time was locked
inside of clocks,
there was a child
who remembered
being ancient
in another lifetime.
The child held in her heart
the wisdom of the old one
just as that old one
had held inside her
the joy of the child
she had been.
Perhaps, before clocks,
time turned cartwheels,
and that’s where
the idea came from
for the hands of clocks
to spin.
jch 1/10/2014
(Janet Hutchinson)
Titles from Sunflower Splendor- Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry
27 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, Titles from Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry Tags: daffodils, firflies, honeysuckle, Luminous Winds Flicker in the Moon rise, moths, pirouettes, tendrils, Titles from Sunflower Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry
This year my list of titles comes from Sunflower
Splendor: Three Thousand Years of Chinese Poetry.
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Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise
Scents of honeysuckle
Licks of daffodils
Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise
Dancing pirouettes
Twisting tendrils
Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise
Zig zag fireflies
Iridescent moths
Luminous winds flicker in the moon rise
Strobe lightning
Slithering shadows
In the moon rise, luminous winds flicker
Everything you didn’t understand Made you what you are. Charles Simic in “Evening Talk” in The Book of Gods and Devils
26 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Everything you didn’t understand Made you what you are. Charles Simic in “Evening Talk” in The Book of Gods and Devils, Poetry Tags: art by Koessler, dust to glory, energy, Everything you didn’t understand Made you what you are. Charles Simic in “Evening Talk” in The Book of Gods and Devils, fantasy, foreign, giggles, harrumphs, invisible friends, scents, ticklish momrnts, transforms mystery to mystery
art by Koessler
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Everything you didn’t understand made you what you are:
the fantasy worlds in books
the giggles and harrumphs
the ticklish moments
the invisible friends
the angels in disguise
the foreign culture’s manifestations
the tongues and their languages
the scents that stuck to you
the energy that entered your cells
and transforms in spite of you
mystery to mystery
And so you step on
from dust to glory!
Crazy Wisdom
25 Apr 2017 Leave a comment
in Poetry
less body ; more spirit
Crazy Wisdom came to the party:
sat in the lowest seat
listened with an open heart
recognized ritualized nonsense
understood antimatter and Sufi poetry
paradox, puns and pie fights,
laughed at politicians.
He flipped the world upside down and backward
until everything became perfectly clear.
(Wes Scoop Nisker)
He knew:
To remain whole, be twisted.
To become straight, let yourself be bent.
To become full, be hollow!
(Tao Te Ching)
What I Believe In
24 Apr 2017 1 Comment
in Poetry, What I Believe In Tags: art by Terese Robeson, inDays We Would Rather Know, Michael Blumenthal, no one gets all of the darkness, remarry, the air consoles you, the land belongs to someone else, the stronger the soul, time goes on without clocks, we all drown in a sea of our own making, What I Believe In, whatever pulls us under will do so gently
art by Teresa Robeson
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in Days We Would Rather Know
by Michael Blumenthal
I believe that a scorpion’s sting
will kill a man,
but that his wife will remarry.
I believe that, the older we get,
the weaker the body,
but the stronger the soul.
I believe that if you roll over at night
in an empty bed,
the air consoles you.
I believe that no one is spared
the darkness,
and no one gets all of it.
I believe we all drown eventually
in a sea of our making,
but that the land belongs to someone else.
I believe in destiny.
and I believe in free will.
I believe that, when all
the clocks break,
time goes on without them.
And I believe that whatever
pulls us under,
will do so gently.
so as not to disturb anyone,
so as not to interfere
with what we believe in.
The Vibrant Channeled Creator 