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Jade Vine
As radiant dawn warms the summer skyEcho the song from a waking magpie As dew drops glisten and slowly dissipateAnd the crest of a new morning slowly breaks A lovely young woman lays peaceful in her bedWaking with the sun arching overhead A smile, a kiss and heart-warming embraceIn greeting for this day she must surely face A love so pure for sweet JulianeAs rare and lovely as blooming jade vine A beautiful woman of God’s own designThe rarest of flowers and purely sunshine. Life Series #2 Previous in the series: Driver Next in the series: Woven
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The Kiss
Taken by a symphony of fireOur lips unraveled timeSustained by the breath of our desireA blessing in soulful design Life Series #4 Previous in the series: Woven
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Embracing New Beginnings: My New Year’s Journey Inspired by Rainer Maria Rilke
As 2025 starts, reflections on Rainer Maria Rilke's wisdom inspire patience and curiosity in facing life's uncertainties.
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Rainer Maria Rilke: Letters to a Young Poet
Rilke’s words often feel like an invitation to delve deeply into the mysteries of life, urging us to seek meaning and beauty even in life’s uncertainties.
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Nobility
In Nobility, Cary conveys the importance of character over material wealth or social status. She champions kindness, honesty, and a life lived with integrity as the true measures of nobility. This poem resonates with her belief that real honor and “kingliness” lie in everyday acts of goodness and truthfulness, embodying the essence of her quote about kindness and truth. True worth is in being, not seeming,— In doing, each day that goes bySome little good—not in the dreaming Of great things to do by and by.For whatever men say in their blindness, And in spite of the fancies of youth,There’s nothing so kingly as kindness, And nothing so royal as…
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The Canoe
This poem (also called “Said the Canoe”) is about the journey of life as it’s celebrated through nature’s challenges, conveying both strength and harmony with the natural world. My masters twain made me a bed Of pine-boughs resinous, and cedar; Of moss, a soft and gentle breeder Of dreams of rest ; and me they spread With furry skins, and laughing said, “Now she shall lay her polish’d sides, As queens do rest, or dainty brides,Our slender lady of the tides !” My masters twain their camp-soul lit, Streamed incense from the hissing cones, Large, crimson flashes grew and whirl’d Thin, golden nerves of sly light curl’d Round the dun…
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Appleby
Mrs. Gay, a widowed philosopher and shepherd owned the largest flock of sheep in Grimm’s countryside. It was twice the size of the 2nd largest, tended by Appleby Jacks, a known brigand and philanderer. Appleby wanted Mrs. Gay in the worst way and often tried to woo her to the best of his abilities. But Mrs. Gay wouldn’t give Appleby the time of day. She went about her business tending sheep and laying by the babbling brook whenever she could, reading books by Nietzsche, Humethe, Kierkegaard and Aristotle, and wondering why Appleby was such a thorn in her side. One day, after failing miserably to woo Mrs. Gay yet again,…
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Dragon of Libya
“There is a book,” whispered the old man, “hidden in the deserts of Libya. You know the one, it sings of riches and timeless beauty you could only imagine. Some say you need only read those passages for all that glory to materialize right in front of you.” He pauses, looking off, seeming to remember a time long ago, “No one has laid eyes on that book in centuries. No one dare for fear of being devoured. You see, it is guarded by a fierce dragon. And its name is known only to an even more ferocious beast whom it calls the bird master.” The old man slowly turns in…
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La Belle Annabel
I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o’er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils; And this maiden she lived with no other thoughtThan to love and be loved by me.She was a child and I was a child,In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love-I and my Annabel Lee;With a love that the winged seraphs of heavenCoveted her and me. And this is why I sojourn here,Alone and palely loitering,Though the sedge is withered from the lake,And no birds sing. Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn…
