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Scrambled Thoughts a la Tabasco

My scrambled thoughts Are like breakfast eggs With all their golden light Congealed, diffused. Tabasco helps. Print Friendly

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I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore,

I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore, where none can hear my grief above the surf’s roar. I would drown at once the sound of my own thought- I would die now and forever to all … Continue reading

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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety

Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety- soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow. A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues … Continue reading

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The wind of the Word arrives

The wind of the Word arrives In silence, and wakes the rose. Petals tremble, blush and laugh With joy, and sweet love disclose. Print Friendly

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I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair

I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair; what bliss to be lost in scented curls so rich and rare! I long to lose my breath in lips of eternal promise- no death can rival the … Continue reading

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Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts

“Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts Do as they are told, but these lazy people are louts! Why are they camping in city parks? Please, why Abandon secure and comfortable beds to die? In the Big City, we … Continue reading

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Penguins dress with style

Penguins dress with style, And swim with panache. What cool tuxedo- How they love to splash! Print Friendly

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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28893673″] The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane; My gritty speech praises the Rend‘s lonely pain. I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor- My arm can stretch so far, and then no more. Where … Continue reading

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Tree is flaming orange

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28955955″] Tree is flaming orange, Fields are gold and sere. Blue sky burns to black- Pale stars flicker near.     Print Friendly

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Open the door, and let us in to embrace

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28925119″] Open the door, and let us in to embrace Your reluctance to bestow your grace. We have been banging with our tender fist, And wonder why you our ardor still resist! The Beloved, we have heard, is never … Continue reading

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