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-------------------------------- Talk Show: What Your Call is Worth 9/3/06 Let's hear from our next caller. Caller, you're on What Your Call is Worth. Go ahead. --I've cut myself, and I'm bleeding badly-- Yes, that's true caller, 135,000 people die annually from lacerations. --I need emergency rescue now, I'm not joking-- I agree, as you can see by our chart rescue response time has been reduced across the board. That's no laughing matter. --I've lost a lot of blood damn it-- No need to get rude, but the caller brings up a good point: Donorship. Donorship has gone up in all 50 states. --I'm passing out! Get me help!-- Great. Thanks for calling in. Next caller please. You're on, What Your Call is Worth. ******* 8/25/06 Extremes bring us together: extreme weather, extreme events. In the ripping apart is the instant reaction to reunite, to come together. Even in a deluge we find one another, like oil on water. ******* 12/10/05 The soft cold silence of snow. The hum of the universe inside me. The dark sky without a sound.. ******* Graces 2007 A person should wait and learn through one entire lifetime, before uttering a word, or reacting to anything. ******* 2/07 If you destroy property it's vandalism. If you destroy the planet, it's unfortunate. ******* 5/6/07 As the sun sets in the west, to the east, trees are painted golden. Birds and I bring our appreciation to the moment. ******* Ocean Artistry 8/13/83 Every shell and pebble on this beach, each completely absorbing, pulls us downward, inward. Watery dream images set in the past.. Monuments rhythmic in color and design: the soft residue of light gone by. I could take home this one, and this one here, and maybe that one.... Ocean artistry of lines and proportions favored for form and beauty... and maybe this one for a friend... Pebbles are what happens to shells in time. I could take home one old snail and wait. ******* Gray on Brown 4/20/87 Mourning doves in a springtime tree want for nothing at all; wait on food, companionship, the sky. Cooing their inner song, we mourn together. ******* The sun rises, shines and sets... and keeps the moon full. Waves roll across the ocean, and never fall off, but fall and never break. Baby birds know how to fly, magical. Kind words that flow from one to another, arias of the heart. ******* Larger Than Time 3/18/83 A smoke ring rises into thin air. Lives move, disintegrate, disappear. I watch another lifetime pass, from beginning to end. I, a little larger my friend. ******* |
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------------------------------- Inclination 3/83 Laid a brick at a time, a sentence gets built. Sentences cemented together form paragraphs and sides. Paragraphs linked together form angles, stories, eventual viewpoints. A viewpoint? The foundation, there at the laying of the first word. ******* 3/83 River boulders rising in the stream swell up beneath our feet, securing each step to the next, no matter which way we choose. ******* 3/83 Whenever anything arises, a shadow is cast. ******* Snowmen 1/31/00 When snowmen go bad and wither in the Winter rain, their senses fall away, and their Winter clothing goes south. ******* I thought I'd gotten over stories and toys; Christmas was Christmas for little girls and little boys. You won't see me listening for sleighbells on high. I don't think twice about reindeer in the sky. Yet, I squint through my window: above the field, past the trees, there's a light in the darkness, a glow in the freeze. Past the lilac and apple, past the maple and pear-- something flies low in the pasture there. A red light descending with others in tow; it slid from the sky and landed just so. I know that you're thinking what I say is a lie; you think for a poem I'd give it a try but I tell you I ran to the field to get my fair share, from Old Saint Nick in his sleigh, I swear. Well, from out of his satchel he plied a book; peering over his glasses he gave me a look. He thumbed through the pages humming and then, he gave out a sigh and glanced up again. Yup, it says right here, I've got nothing to give you this year. It appears your presents did come your way, they arrived in September, the 6th was the day. Let's see there was Mathew and Megan, Kristen and Chris. There was Brian and Peter, Amanda and Kim. And Marvin and Brooke and Lauren and Dave. Andrea Andrea, I must turn the page. Yes, there was Christine and Kayla, Angelo and Stacey, to finish the list there was Ken, Dave and Andy. It's so in my book so it must be true, and beyond them, you want more too? But a good boy at Christmas should not go without-- you have been good? Oh yes! I did shout. Then believe in your heart that your wish will come true and when you awake, find a note just for you. Well, I thought I'd gotten over stories and toys, Christmas was Christmas for little girls and little boys. But when I awoke I found it was true. And this was the note, I just read to you. ******* |
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------------------------------ Bread and Puppet 8/9/98 Brothers sleeping on the ground with the ground. Tie-dyed and dreadlocked, sleeping like angels. A young boy plays swords with the rising sun; the green mountains go on forever... upon the hill, a patchwork of colors. A community lives out its individual uniqueness, without fear, without interference. Puppets don't live by bread alone, yet they starve without it. Horsepower to the people! ******* They thought they had entered into the Holy Sacrament of matrimony, a nuptial agreement, a binding of hearts, minds, bodies. An everlasting union, a pledge, a commitment, a dedication that no one and nothing could tear asunder. Instead they enrolled in a course in love politics. There was no syllabus, only myths. Ruthless professors taught without mercy. Everyday was a test of wills. Everlasting is not the same as lasting forever. ******* So and So Loves So and So 7/29/95 On a big tree in a little town a Cupid's heart was carved. Inside reveals a true love, put there at the start. Four letters proclaim what had to be told, though everyone already knew. As years went by others declared leaving their initials too. Smaller and smaller and harder to read, many lovers had left their mark. Till not a spot was there inside where courting could leave its spark. Then one day a heart appeared, a lure to trap two lovers, for high above with bow and arrow, Cupid secretly hovers. ******* Well, I've been worked over by another fancy talking politician. Rhetoric and promises; wooing on the campaign trail. Semi-truths trucking down sunshine highway right to where the sun don't shine. ******* God, Full Court Press 5/27/14 How many books has God written? Gita, Bible, Torah, Koran; there must be others. Cliff notes: The Ten Commandments. There may be undiscovered rough drafts out there somewhere. Quickly written notes, start up ideas on tiny shards of paper. Such as: you are the keepers of the Kingdom, keep it well. Little quips and tips for our modern busy lives like: Nothing is easy, but many things are simple. And do wars start for a lack of reason, slavery for a lack of freedom? Are lies told because there's a shortage of truth? It's always daybreak in the Kingdom, one note said. And parents and friends never leave, don't stop loving. We're all companions... I'm just telling you what the notes say. ******* Hidden-mountains washed to sand by the sea, over and again have been your realities through which nature has guided you without your consent to be; mountains so complete, yet not so free. Hidden-life concealed, vehicled by seed awaiting the changes when your time is freed and you half your shell to become flower or weed; life so complete, yet not so free. Small child playing with your world by the sea, young wonders are timeless, they need to be. All too soon will they vanish from your reverie; a life so complete, yet all too free. ******* |