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Ouida, Ouida, dost thou hear The sounding of the bells outside thy window? Ouida, Porphyra, thy fate is sealed, This day thou willst take the crown. Ouida, Ouida, canst thou run From castle yard to peasant ground? Ouida, Xylaphila, the woods are thine Upon thy pillow of enchanted sleep.
Pic by Michael Whelan
I cannot stand the pain; No more will I sing. I cannot stand the darkness; No more will I speak. I cannot stand the grief; No longer will I laugh. I cannot stand the tears, No longer will I smile.
Darling is not mine, Darling is someone else's. Darling's love is sweet and kind, Darling doesn't know. My love's true love is a friend, A person I cannot betray, A person I can't even hate, A person of noble mind. But my love and his love had a quarrel, My love and his love cry alone. What shall I do for my love? Shall I mend or tear? I've made up my mind, I'll pray for them both To make up and love, To be together. Why? Well, you see, I love him so much, I want him To be happy instead. I'll sacrifice to make him happy. Love is not A wish to possess, Love is A wish to give.
Empty theater, filled with voices. Backstage is darkness. A cast stands waiting For cues to rehearse. They sit, they whisper, They arrange their costumes And set out props for the next run. Why is it that backstages Bring out the best and worst of actors And actresses alike? Is it the enforced darkness And silence, surrounded By cutains and light lines And prop tables? Is it the stress Of learning lines, Of singing songs, Of racing behind the curtains? Is it the late-night rehearsals? Or is the fact That actors give so much Of themselves upon the stage, Give so much energy and care To the audience, Portray so many emotions That they can hold theirs in No longer, when they are Backstage?
I have arms that are waiting To give the most incredible, Loving, Embrace, and lips that are soaked in The sweetest kiss, Waiting To be kissed. When I think of the love That I have not yet shared, Which no one will take, My stomach aches, My heart breaks And the bile rises In my throat. Hot tears course down my cheeks, Each one Cutting is own path, And each one Is as hard (sharp!) as a diamond. You say my voice is pretty, My hair is nice, My eyes are gems, There's nothing wrong with me... Then, Why Do I still own that one embrace That is waiting to be given?
Pic by Michael Whelan
The mirror! That shining glass That doth reflect the shattered recompense For my unhappiness! Beautiful in tears? What fateful irony shows in this, For must not beautiful people Be happy for their beauty And in gratefulness, smile? Thus I am a paradox, As thou hast always known.
Lump in throat Sinus headache Hunger Weariness And a knife of sorrow, Disappointment And loneliness, Twisting in my heart! O, sad despair! O, glad death! O, death in despair! If thou hast any pity in thy heart, Let me die!
The happiness of my nights is swallowed up In the pain of my days. The healing that the gentle moon has wrought Is burnt up in the hot rays of the sun. The brash sun! The gentle, cool touch Of the white fingers of Lady Moon!
Pic by Michael Whelan
Astral Projection Soul Protection Happy Infection Emotion Detection Mood Election Sweet Confection Thought Connection Internal Reflection Lying Rejection Atmospheric Selection Daytime Direction
Singular Private Enclosed, Separate, One, Staring Crying, Wailing, Silent Hating, Loving, Missing Seclusion, Illusion Life, Light, Death, Dark Breathing, Living, Thinking, Being Crazy, Psycho, Whirling, Spinning, Dizzy, Dying, Nothing, All Alone
My dial tone is a red-orange elipse. 'A' is yellow, 'O' is grey. 'I' is blue, green is sweet-tempered. Sara is a fire-person with a yellow and brick name. Tristin is an earth-person with a green name. The word 'BLUE' is male. The word 'WINDOW'is an old woman. 'VENTANA' is Spanish for window, Yet it is an older man. The song "Lawyers in Love" by Jackson Browne Is like "Land Down Under" by Men at Work, And is related to a dream of sand in the woods. Carey is pearly white. "Everything You Want" by Vertical Horizons Is quietly ecstatic- a bright summer's day. '3' is male. 'S' is female, the daughter of 'R', the lover of 'T'. My world is familiar And each of the scenes of my dreams can be placed in a region of my bedroom. My mind dictates North, South, East and West, And cannot understand if it is wrong. My dance studio is usually back-oriented, But occasionally front-oriented, and so, exotic. I am a paradox- And that's exactly the way I like it.
Rooks, ravens and crows, Rooks, ravens and crows, Flight up high and flight down low, Rooks ravens and crows. Crows, ravens and rooks, Crows, ravens and rooks, Evil birds in many books, Crows, ravens and rooks. Rooks, ravens; black, black, wings; Ravens, crows; dark, dark flights, Superstitious, sending frights, Silent wings in silent nights.
Darkness behind me Light before me Something pulling me back Something pulling me on I heard an evil snicker When I fell down in the hall I know that someone pushed Wanted to see me fall Gotta pray, gotta have faith Put on the armor of God Sharp sword of faith is in my hand My horse is iron-shod
I was meant to be a tree To drink power from the sun To not care what happened to me To be one and only one. To live for years and years And feel the chilling breeze To brush the wind without tears And not care in the least. I sit here without moving Any bit but my eyes. Movement is not behoving A tree neither smiles nor cries.
A sudden panic has taken over my mind, Like an assignment I lost that needs to be found, Like I've been attacked by a sharp-taloned bird, Like I'm being chased by a fleet-footed hound.
Moon so beautiful Moon so bright Casts tree shadows on frosted lawn Shining like jewels in radiance. Orion and the Pleaides And a bear in stars Outshining the brightest lustre of the diamond, Gem-strewn sky of lights. Pure white the only color Fishscale clouds brightened blanket Spreading light and making a rainbow of brilliance About the star-shone moon. A sky so beautiful, so pure, So clean and true, The saddest face smiles, And the chilling cold is dulled By warm moonbeams of frozen flame, Chipping away at the flakes of depression Studding the face and searing the eyes, A face on earth Looks at the face in heaven, And smiles in the white lights That God grants from above: A lesser light to govern the night.
At one glance out the window.. Lavendar and periwinkle sky, Light, beautiful twilight! One beautiful full moon Framed by a window frame. Night approach, day slowly letting go. One bare tree in the yard. Up flies a little red cardinal- A bright bird In a dulled crystal winter twilight. It flies away again, But the moment lives in time.
Let there be light!
(Lightlightlightlightlightlight!)
Let there be light!
(Lightlightlightlightlightlight!)
Let there be light!
(Lightlightlightlightlightlight)-
Light to make the stars dance
Light to make the earth warm
Light to make the life grow
LIGHT!
Abalone, Abalone, Abnormal and alone. Ethereal beauty, abalone, Opalescent shell.
When the rose is playing music I wish I knew, When people stand on empty, dark stages, When abalone shells shine like lasars, When pens are no longer mightier than swords, I wish I had a person to speak to me... I wish I was a person who could speak. When bells chime in faraway belfires And snow falls in the moonlight And the moon is no longer rock, but a floodlight, My friends leave. I never had any friends. I was always flakes of snow, I was never anything more. I am not inferior, Like other snowflakes, I am unique in a billion moonlit pieces. Don't keep me from the sky! Don't strand me on the earth! Let me land on the tip Of the highest pine on the top Of the highest mountain.
Pic by Michael Whelan
The empty theatre! The empty stage, no longer lit, The costumes and sets, The particles of stories told and lost- How many lives have been shown Upon this empty stage!
How do you waste time? Do you waste it like electricity? Can you forget to turn off time And leave it running when you leave the room? Can you waste it like food? Do some people pick out bits they don't like, Use the rest, And the throw the uneaten scraps of time to the dogs? Or is wasting time like wasting money? Can you make a choice to do the wrong thing with time? Can you spend too much in one place? Can you throw it away on frivolities? Can you pay too much for a cheap piece of junk? Or do you buy a priceless antique From another time In an unexpected place? Is there such a thing As wasting time?
How foolish we humans are! We think that we're in charge of our own futures, That being in charge is the only way we can be happy! Oh, we are very foolish. We can never be happy, then, for we are never in charge! To be happy, we must accept the fact That we are not in charge. Haven't you ever looked at the ocean Or a mountain Or an age-old tree Or a sky full of stars And felt small?
The oriads, the mountain nymphs, Dancing on the darkened slopes, The Dwarvish men, the little people, Pounding in the earth and smoke, The smaller Folk, the moorland children, Playing in the barren fields, The Angels, the highest skyland warriors Strapping on their swords and shields!
Fallen greens Forest wonders Amethyst rings and Darkened thunders. Light in birches Pens on paper Light in darkness Knife and shaper.Shrapnel lightning Frozen fire Sticks and thistles Mud and mire. Greenland sunlight Iceland grass Celtic dreaming, Egyptian past. Eyes in branches Piano keys Tiny people On lightened leas.
Streetlamps! Light the night Full of nothing, full of life Empty buildings, empty streets, People watching hands and feet People gone! such wide streets, Church steeples, paved steeps All are sleeping, I am here Watching as the night draws near No one waking, nights in fear The moon shines down in its white leer! Rift in clouds! Sky is torn! Demons fly and stop the morn! Save them! Save them! You're the one Who will bring back, someday, our sun, But now, a ghostwriter shows here, Running in the dark and drear, Leaping alleys and trash cans Living nightmares cannot stand, Alley night-life, veils of none, Waiting yet to see the sun.
Absolute inspiration In the simplicity of a green hill In the sunset hues of evening. Can any man say What exactly stirs the soul To poetry? And what in poetry Stirs the soul to such images? The English sounding, in its rise and fall Like the ceaseless tide of the ocean, Lapping up over the sand, and then, Pulling back the same into its depths. Sunlight sparkles over some of these words, And some reveal exquisite seashells, And if you stand on the place Where they devour the mind, The soul is pulled out to sea And over come in voices, And if you listen And push your way to the edge, The waves pull you up And fling you back towards the shore; Dry land.
You kiss me And take my breath away. My heart is on wings And I fly towards the cold, crystal moon. It shines like an opal In the velvet, far-away sky. Hold my hand, let's fly Tonight, while we still have time. Jump off the gold balcony! The sky is empty. Joy is ours! Fly for the moon. Cold, snowy ground so far below. And ocean beneath a full moon And I'm free, so free I'm dancing with the wind in my fingers and hair. And I'm free! Let's fly for the moon. The cold moon hardens our wax wings. We can only fly at night, daydreams won't do, Wax wings melt... In day they melt...
The pink flamingos! Augh! O happy oblivion! Incense of nothingness A thousand worlds away in my mind And the world around me melts into the sky. A flying bird becomes a dragon, And a waving tree branch becomes a wizard's arm. and the drone of teacher's voice is instead A magic harp lulling you into enchanted sleep.
Inevitability is impossible. Never say never. Fate is fated to improbability. Destiny's destiny is death.
Circled in stone, she stood. Silent as stone, she stood. Cold as stone, she stood. On the stone, she stood. Strong as stone, she stood. And in love, she melted.In agony of heart As his very veins were pulled apart, He left his other half Bleeding to death, his heart broken, He left his bride. Forever, Forever, my darling, be true.
Happy endings! Let there always be a happy ending. Let us laugh at it, And smile at it, and cry with happiness. Let true love win out, Let good defeat evil, Let problems be overcome. In stories or in life, Let there be a happy ending.
Well, the weather outside is biting, And the kids are inside fighting, And before I have to use my belt, Let it melt, let it melt, let it melt! We have had, now, twenty snow days, And for me, they've all been low days. C'mon, I want it hot as the veldt! Let it melt, let it melt, let it melt! I am sick of the big, fat boots, And I'm sick of the snow-pants as well. I'm bundled up here, and shoot! This weather is just frozen h*ll! :) I think I see the sun come out now, And before I have a cow, My wrath on my kids will be felt! Let it melt, let it melt, let it melt!
Ah, specter of the moonlit hours, How you haunt my days And drown my nights And fill my hours with terror!
Take me to Easter Island, Let me see the stone faces, Let me dabble in their frigid ocean, Touch all it touches, all it embraces.
With all the people in the world, I wonder why I lost my head For the one whose hair is dyed A bright and apple red. Everything about him yells Of ripe and ready fruit, Of apples red and apples green, Red hair dyed to the roots. If he can't wear red, he turns to brown, Or in the spring, light green, But always, always, his hair is dyed The reddest red you've ever seen. His eyes are colored the very brown Of the bark of the apple tree. He eats ripe apples all year 'round And gives a few to me. Last night, before I left for the dance, I donned a gown of cherry, I dyed my hair and did my nails: An apple-blossom fairy! I put on lipstick- apple red! And left to dance all night, And when he saw how I had dressed, His eyes were near as bright As his apple-red hair.
Her heart burns with inestimable hate. She snarls, then roars And becomes a furious tiger Whose flaming coat does not compare to her flaming heart. Her muscles tense and the tigress springs, Ripping her prey to shreds of muscle and heart, And ferocious, blood-cleaned claws of iron, She stalks her next infuriating prey.
Pic by Luis Royo
Bird of Prey Oct. 2, '01 Feathers burn and smell like morn As from the east the sun is born. Like clove and cinnamon his wings, Reminding us of wild things, And like the spark that starts the day, He chases darkest night away. He looks like fire incased in ice: The flaming Bird of Paradise. Her nest with rosemary is line, Which with gold threads is intertwined, Her eggs are ruby red in hue, And hatching, make the world look new. The chicks are fed on sunlight's beam And are stronger than they seem. She looks like fire incased in ice: The frigid Bird of Paradise. 'Phoenix' in the tongue of man, It has a famous plot and plan. It stands upon the singéd pyre And burns itself in spicy fire, Then from its own ashes springs. A bird, which shines bright as it sings. It looks like fire incased in ice: This stately Bird of Paradise. Daydreaming 9/25/01 I sit and sleep with eyes wide open, Watching dust spots cross my eyes, Hoping that I don't just vanish When all I know proves to be lies. With my eyes glued to the clock I wait for it to chime the hour While the rain outside the windows Comes down in a constant shower. I ignore the happy dreams And forget the sable nights When all the world is clothed in mist And wait for sun and noon and light. Veils 9/26/01 There is a film over my eyes Adn the real world is overlaid With my imagination. Nothing I see is real. Tehre is a veil between my skin And the things that touch me Throughout the day. Nothing I feel is real. There is a partition of smoky glass Between the thoughts and feelings Of life and of my mind. Nothing I think is real. Therefore, it is not true That I think therefore I am... I think, but I am not Real. Study Hall 10/15/01 The shafts of light Fall through the leaves In complex golden patterns, As if God, From heaven, Were playing the piano. Haiku 10/15/01 The ruby flower In her silky midnight hair: Blood on ebony. Aileron and Guardian 10/23/01 Ailerons born of summer sun With wings that fly and legs that run And Guardians with scarlet sash Before the sunbeams darkly pass. The sound of wingbeats fills the air As the wind blows mane and hair And Guardians with the scarlet beads Stand by teeth and pay no heed. Round-About Wind 10/26/01 I Round-about the world I stood And watched the sun from where I stand And found that in the beach and wood A rhythm strikes the dirt and sand. I saw the tide rise and go back down, I watched the sun make endless rings, I stood and listened to the sound Of nature’s birds and how they sing. I heard the wind sing its song, too As round-about the world it blew. II Round-about the world I felt The wind- it blew and grass turned green. In wooded glade and grassland veldt I saw all that could be seen. I felt the comfort of warm seas And felt the sun beat on the land, The grass was soft beneath my feet And I buried my toes in the sand. I feel the cool breeze gently blow As round-about the world I go. III And then I saw the wild things- All the storms and towering waves, The full and empty sky that sings, The northern lights and cramped caves The bird of prey upon the wing, The lightning coming crashing down, The tornado’s terrors bring The heart to stop upon its sound. I saw the power of the sky As round-about the world I fly. IV What beauty here is brightly shown! What power, peace so constant move! Never is this earth our home, But heartfuls here of love are sown. Beauties of the nature wild Are in themselves the heart of power, And as the man grows from the child His own heart’s beating largest towers Round-about the Lord’s great earth To his death and from its birth. Danger 10/30/01 Lightning strikes the muddy ground; The danger makes the beauty. Whirlpools swirl the water down, And danger makes the beauty. A tigress stalks her wary prey And danger makes the beauty, Your love could leave this very day... The danger makes the beauty. The Unicorn 11/3/01 I walked within the whitened wood Upon the soft lights of the snow Hoping to see in the trees A thing that I did not yet know. He would soon be waiting for me Behind the dark and white-framed tree. Fierce He was, like lion’s claws I barely saw before I paused, My heart beat fast, I feared the worst For though I had seen the Unicorn, He had seen me first. And yet from fear, a comfort came Like no warm blanket ever brought- A solace to my fiery heart, A peace that I, unknowing, sought. I didn’t know I’d yearned for peace Until I felt the tumult cease. My heartsong swelled, and forte, sang Though from it I felt the saddest pang, I felt that my heart must soon burst, For though I’d sought the Unicorn, He had sought me first. I wanted, more than anything To be His creature, breathe His air And feel, lighter than the snow that falls His whispering mane, His tender care. His glowing eyes like embers were And all my ills I felt him cure. The panacea of His love Came strong as lion, sweet as dove. I felt that I had shed the curse, For though I loved the Unicorn, He had loved me first. Rapunzel- 12/14/01 There are little children Dancing past her eyes, Climbing up Rapunzel’s hair, Telling little lies. They whisper in her ear That her princeling means no harm, And she lets him in the tower Through the strength of hair and arm. Wordplay- 12/14/01 The poet is in love with words- His mantle, logophilia. His great love, fulfilled in books, Is called his biblophilia. Everyone watched him, And he called his life his Paranoia. Everyone heard what he said, And they called it his Eunoia. Grey Scene- 12/14/01 The sky beyond the house is grey, And leaves are copper-brown. The grass is strangely greening still, But all earth wears a thoughtful frown. Inside the house, a murmur fills The corners of earth’s pain, But beyond the window clear, I’m sure That nature’s silence reigns. The tree that stands to gracefully With black and shapely arms Fears not the clouds that pass it by And mean its bark no harm. But people stand beneath its shade And feel the clouds are come To bring great news of greater fear And blacken out the sun. Elegant tree in its slow dance Waves its last bright, copper beads While people in the house dance, too, In praise of all they see. If the clouds break before eve’n, The sun will poke its face Like lion head and lion mane Into the empty space And roar a sunset, full of joy And thund’ring’s loud thrum That rolls like gold across the field And beats brightly like the drum That ticks off hours in the square That lies outside the home Whose front yard is filled with a tree That praises grey, alone. Carpe Diem- 12/14/01 The sun woke up with joyful beams And stretched its graceful head on high, And cried out, “Men and women- hark! Carpe diem before you die!” For years its voice has sung out thus, “Carpe diem! Come seize the day!” But sun’s sister, quiet child, Says “Do your best, and come what may.” For the moon danced like a dream Or a vine in cooler breeze, And tells us all to take our nights With slow pleasure and sweet ease. Childlike- 12/14/01 For years, our children are thusly told: “Grow up! Learn to be wise and old!” Yet as adults, our cry is this: “Be young! Don’t be so serious!” But neither one knows the full dream: Young children are wiser than they seem, While adults, sophomoric be, And have forgot sweet mirth and glee. A Description- 12/17/01 Her eyes innocent, Expression blithe, Movement sinuous, Body lithe.
