Poetry Meditations

Revolution is like the girl you once loved.You thought she loved you tooand you would never love any other.But one day she ditched you.Your sorry was an abyss in the void of days.Now, much later, you see there was nothing to herand are astonished you should everhave fallen in love with her.And yet, if the magnetism that attracted you to heris no longer in your heart...for the girl you loved onceis not the girl you lovedbut rather the yearning,the quest that set off with younot to find,but to search for what you lostto be able to lose what you found.

So much now brings good cheerto the eye, both far and near.Blades of grass together playto the gentle west wind's sway.The birds begin their lovely songof summer evenings bright and long.

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A frog goes into a bank and approaches the teller. He can see from her nameplate that the teller's name is Patricia Whack. So he says, "Ms. Whack, I'd like to get a loan to buy a boat and go on a long vacation." Patti looks at the frog in disbelief and asks how much he wants to borrow. The frog says $30,000. The teller asks his name and the frog says that his name is Kermit Jagger, his dad is Mick Jagger, and that it's OK, he knows the bank manager. Patti explains that $30,000 is a substantial amount of money and that he will need to secure some collateral against the loan. She asks if he has anything he can use as collateral. The frog says, "Sure. I have this," and produces a tiny pink porcelain elephant, about half an inch tall, bright pink and perfectly formed. Very confused, Patti explains that she'll have to consult with the manager and disappears into a back office. She finds the manager and says "There's a frog called Kermit Jagger out there who claims to know you and wants to borrow $30,000. He wants to use this as collateral." She holds up the tiny pink elephant. "I mean, what the heck is this?" The bank manager looks back at her and says: "It's a knick knack, Patti Whack. Give the frog a loan. His old man's a Rolling Stone"

As the Sun Stands Still Waylander Arise in glory, feel the power of the Sun The land sparkles like emeralds With every progeny of green I can feel the grass grow, Beneath my feet. I can smell the bounty, Yet to yield. And the night fades so fast, In a pre dawn sky, Golden Lúgh, Eternal eye. Leap through the flames of The fire upon the hill. Today is the day when The sun stands still. May the rays of the sun Energise, light your way Feast, make marry, On the longest day. Dance skyclad by firelight From dusk until dawn. Celebration of life Worship the Sun. Partake of the gifts The fruits of the land As the God of the Sun Walks with Anú, hand in hand. The shadows shorten, The sun climbs high, Not a cloud to be seen, In the bluest of skies. Spirits of the land Spirits of this place Hear our call Hear our cry. I am the fire, That burns within your soul, I am the flame within, That will never die. I am the sacred light, That makes your whole, I am the mighty sun, That will never rise.

Ingredients * 1 quarter ham boneless, pre-cooked or smoked, refrigerated - ours was about 4 lbs. * 1/2 c pineapple juice or fresh orange juice * 1 c brown sugar * 1/2 c honey * 1/4 c water cold * 3 tbsp cornstarch * 1 onion sliced * 4 sprigs fresh thyme * 4-5 whole cloves optional Instructions * Preheat your oven to 350 degrees. Place your boneless, sliced, quartered, pre cooked/smoked ham cut side down into your dutch oven.
 * Slice your onion and sprinkle into pot. Push whole cloves into your ham if you want to add these for flavor.
 * Whisk together your brown sugar, pineapple juice, and honey well and pour this on top of your ham.
 * Lay fresh sprigs of thyme on top and around ham.
 * Put lid on and put into oven. Bake a smoked ham for 15 minutes per pound approximately or until internal temp. taken in the middle of your ham reaches 145 degrees. (refer to cook time chart in post, time depends on type of ham you have). Baste half way through if you're able.
 * Take ham out and put on to a cutting board, allow it to rest while you are making ham glaze.
 * Take out and discard sprigs of thyme. Take onions out and put into a bowl to serve on the side.
 * Put dutch oven on your stovetop on medium heat (or pour liquid into a small pot if you'd rather). In a small bowl combine 1/4 c. cold water and 3 tbsp of cornstarch. Whisk together.
 * Once ham liquid bubbles consistently, pour your cornstarch mixture into the pot and stir.
 * Continue to stir as it thickens (won't take much longer than a minute or so to reach a thick consistency once it's continually bubbling). Remove from heat and pour into a gravy boat to serve on the table and pour on top of ham slices.
 * Slice your ham if it isn't already and serve along side ham glaze and onions.

Dear Loser. [Chris!!!!! I thought you liked me you said it yourself I hate you People only say you asked me out because you needed a date fo the dance and that after the dance you would dump me well guess what basterti dumped you cause you were thinking that i cheated on you i didnt so like idiots that you guys are and so smart that you are you called me a slut. I hung up on you cause you tol me it on the phone because i guess you werent man enough to tell me it in my face lI hate you and als. guess what my mother hates you to that she the one who put me to do this , you come to breakfast every moming and I aint stupid you try to sit next to me and my lil bro who only 7YRS old hates you to and dont even know what you did and is always blocking your chair hahalI went out with another boy after you and after we were over you an idiot dares you even tried to ask me out again i didnt break up with him for you OKI I hate you ive always hated you spreading to everyone that i cheated on you when you just got jealouse that i used to talk to your friends to your so jealouse you automatically think i like them well guess maybe i do maybe i dont gotta problem you aint my boyfriend anymore I dont have to tell you who i like or who iam with and why got it i dont like you anymore the other day you told me that I have to tell you who I like or who Iam thinking of going out with its none of your buisness got that to you loserlI hate you an I know you still like me but i dont like you i dont care what your stupid friends say you make me touch your hands for stupid reasons u accidentally say you hugged me i will never like you again I HATE YOU I HATE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING IN THIS DAMN WORLDDDDDDDDDD id rather date a spider or rat den u ur soooo waly and fat I!!!!!!||! And then saving that i loooooooved you pleassssel!!!!!||I/Your such n ass wipe n bastert!! I HATE Y0000000000U Well bi vou piece of shit i have more things to do right now then remember YOU

I drive up and down Harlem blocks Iced out watch Knots in my socks Cops think I'm selling rocks Pulling me over to see if I'm drunk But I'm sober They wouldn't fuck with me if I drove a Nova Listen Columbo you're mad because your money come slow And what you make in a year I make in one show Now you wanna frisk me and search my ride Call me all kinda names try to hurt my pride You're just mad cause I'm a young cat, pockets dumb fat Talkin' bout: Where the gun at? I been there and done that I'm through with that illegal life, I'm stayin legit I love to see cars come cruisin' bye and playin' my shit I walk around with six thou' without a pist-ol, my whole cliques wild I'm rich pal, no more sticks I'm makin hits now I drink Cristal, I'm through breakin' laws I don't sell coke anymore, I do tours So get that flashlight out of my face To bring me down them Jakes'll do whatever it takes Word up them federals got my phone and my house tapped Praying that I fall for the mouse trap, I doubt that Why do I end up in so much shit? I done came way too far to be callin' it quits Jake wanna lock me up, even though I'm legit They can't stand to see a young brother pockets get thick

Love's Coming By Ella Wheeler Wilcox She had looked for his coming as warriors come,
With the clash of arms and the bugle's call;
But he came instead with a stealthy tread,
Which she did not hear at all.

She had thought how his armor would blaze in the sun,
As he rode like a prince to claim his bride:
In the sweet dim light of the falling night
She found him at her side.

She had dreamed how the gaze of his strange, bold eye
Would wake her heart to a sudden glow:
She found in his face the familiar grace
Of a friend she used to know.

She had dreamed how his coming would stir her soul,
As the ocean is stirred by the wild storm's strife:
He brought her the balm of a heavenly calm,
And a peace which crowned her life.

The Thunder Mutters        by John Clare 
The thunder mutters louder & more loud
With quicker motion hay folks ply the rake
Ready to burst slow sails the pitch-black cloud
& all the gang a bigger haycock make

To sit beneath—the woodland winds awake
The drops so large wet all through’ in an hour
A tiny flood runs down the leaning rake
In the sweet hay yet dry the hay folks cower
& some beneath the wagon shun the shower.

Old love        by D.W. Rodgers Our fire, which once shone brightly through the night,
whilst tempered by age, is no less warm
and still burns slow with cherry embers bright
to keep us safe and sheltered through life’s storm.

Our light may dim, yet always kept its mark
though summer doldrums, winter’s icy gale
to show our path and guide us through the dark
hold steadfast to our course let love prevail.

In time, our flame gave rise to three new sparks
to nurture, guide and teach of worldly ways
and then release to find their own true arcs
and bear this fire to yonder days.

Face lined, flesh soft, and hair now grey
together love we greet each coming day.

The Loss of Love        by Countee Cullen All through an empty place I go,
And find her not in any room;
The candles and the lamps I light
Go down before a wind of gloom.
Thick-spraddled lies the dust about,
A fit, sad place to write her name
Or draw her face the way she looked
That legendary night she came.

The old house crumbles bit by bit;
Each day I hear the ominous thud
That says another rent is there
For winds to pierce and storms to flood.

My orchards groan and sag with fruit;
Where, Indian-wise, the bees go round;
I let it rot upon the bough;
I eat what falls upon the ground.

The heavy cows go laboring
In agony with clotted teats;
My hands are slack; my blood is cold;
I marvel that my heart still beats.

I have no will to weep or sing,
No least desire to pray or curse;
The loss of love is a terrible thing;
They lie who say that death is worse.

Storms        by Chubbie Bunny Dark clouds roll in over the calm waters
Winds howl and signs tilt and totter
As I sit and watch the big storm roll in

Waves crash hard onto the sandy beaches
Bright lights strike fast on the water it reaches
As I sit and watch the big storm begin

From the black sky, mounds of rain start to pour
And boom crashes fill the open shore
As I sit and watch the big storm hit peak

Lights begin to dim, thunder grows quiet
As nature starts to storms the storms riot
As I sit and watch the big storm grow weak

The seas calm and the black clouds disappear
A sight of beauty to all who are near
As I sit and view the storms creation

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A personal story about exploring the woods

Once There Was a Love Once the world around me was beautiful and serene and my life was filled with fiery passion and desire. But those flames are becoming embers in my memories, in reveries of a lost love for which I desperately yearn. It's become such a ponderous burden, leaving deep scars upon my wounded heart. When in the gloom of night, I see his handsome face, waves of emotions rise and fall inside of me, for when his visits end, I'm left alone upon the shore. With haunting thoughts of all that we once shared, I wake with lingering images of being held in his arms. Never have I been willing to accept the emptiness I feel. Pensively, I search the horizon expecting him to appear. It’s with misplaced hope that I imagine him there. I walk the beach at dawn and to the ocean I confide my wish to be with him, if God would close His eyes. Hindered by knowing it's not the course I should take, but feeling as though I'm drowning within an abyss, A bottomless pit from which I will never escape. Once, there was a great love, yet sometimes it seems it was but a dream, and now all traces of us are fading, for each time I draw his name with mine in the sand the tide rushes in and quickly washes them both away.

By Jenny Logan

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On the night we dug up your father’s body (for reasons I can no longer remember) we took turns with the shovel as we passed a bottle of Whyte & Mackay              back and forth.   You didn't say anything until we opened his casket: looking at his corpse you said, “He’s smaller than I remembered” and then walked away, leaving the scotch and the shovel behind.   The next day, when the police came to the apartment, they didn't say anything— really— even though we were covered in dirt             and stunk of death.   After they left, you made breakfast, and we watched black-and-white movies              until it was time to go to bed. By James Millhaven