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dusty rose
petals
clinging loosely
each
gently fall
to
ground
.
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dusty rose
petals
clinging loosely
each
gently fall
to
ground
.
Kerouac explained what he meant by “beat” at a Brandeis Forum, “Is There A Beat Generation?”, on November 8, 1958, at New York’s Hunter College Playhouse. Panelists for the seminar were Kerouac, James A. Wechsler, Princeton anthropologist Ashley Montagu, and author Kingsley Amis. Wechsler, Montague and Amis all wore suits, while Kerouac was clad in black jeans, ankle boots and a checkered shirt. Reading from a prepared text, Kerouac reflected on his beat beginnings:
It is because I am Beat, that is, I believe in beatitude and that God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten son to it… Who knows, but that the universe is not one vast sea of compassion actually, the veritable holy honey, beneath all this show of personality and cruelty?[6]
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there is help
flying
toward japan
boats
heading there
money
being donated
countries
offering assistance
prayers
around
the world
i am thankful
for this
.
.
gratefulness
balm
comfort
hand
nourish
support
encourage
serve
stand by
uphold
sustain
aid
give
Love
i welcome you to add your own…
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move and wag tongue
while breath flows
out of the body
causing different
sounds to
relate thoughts
make little squiggles
and put with other
little squiggles to make
a picture of thoughts
put hands, fingers
and arms into
certain positions
to show thoughts
what’s in a word at the high calling
.
short for Lenten,
from O.E. lencten “spring,” the season,
from W.Gmc. *langa-tinaz (cf. O.S. lentin, M.Du. lenten, O.H.G. lengizin manoth),
from *lanngaz (root of O.E. lang “long“) + *tina-, a root meaning “day”
(cf. Goth. sin-teins “daily”), cognate with O.C.S. dini, Lith. diena, L. dies “day.”
the compound probably refers to the increasing daylight.
Church sense of “period between Ash Wednesday and Easter” is peculiar to Eng.
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a little somethin’
one bite at a time
God feeds us
with His presence
where ugly turns lovely
right before our eyes
leaves of green
a sky of blue
He stirs
and spoons
His glory to our lips
.
.
.
one bite
in time
birds in motion across sky
He feeds me
with His presence
.
.
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i heard a sayin
you are what you eat
so i say ya gotta like it
go ahead and have a seat
cause i’m gonna get you somethin
that can’t be beat
you’ll like yourself so much
you be dancin down the street
i don’t have me no jello
way to mellow
no doritos
or fritos
oreos
or cheerios
spagetti-o
or mango
they don’t help you
do the tango
tomatoes
are for cookin
and potatoes
are for mashin
just have you
some cheetos
man
and you’ll be right
in fashion
.
cheetos poem contest this week at the blog of duane scott.
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took cj to school
printed the mailing list onto self stick labels
read comments on yesterday’s post :-)
now i must
make lunch for the bottling crew…
stir fry noodles
lots of veges
it’s
time to chop
and chop
boil
pour
and stir
God gifts…
a kitchen
beautiful vegetables
ten fingers that work
and you
LOve
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Live Music information . by Nancy Davis
Sean Dietrich's column on life in the American South.
The Beautiful Due
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow