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A space for my words to meander. February 3, 2016. They spoke of his gifts of grace and strength. Always humble and kind. Was there ever a time he was able to speak his mind. Or did his concern for others always run the show. Which do I aspire to. For I was gifted with both. The gifts of kindness and strength. And those of concern for others. We are from the same cloth. And as I watched him take his last breaths. I worried of my own regrets. And hoped he’d come to peace with his. I wondered of his regrets.
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Revolution | thoughtsgather
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A space for my words to meander. Me Me I am a poet. This evolution was more of a revolution. Suddenly, words began to converge in my being, as if sent from the divine. Images flashed, begging to be immortalized. The waves in the pit of being told me this dis-ease would only ease with words. Out of my thoughts in some convergent fashion. Or in the chaos of the swirling of sights and of sounds. As the pen is put to paper. The waves diminish and panic subsides. March 4, 2013. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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The Gift | thoughtsgather
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A space for my words to meander. A life on this land ceases to exist. And this soul swims in the sea of the eternal. The unknown departed provided me with a gift. This must be a true fact, for I have no other explanation from where these words come. One day, I knew not what poetry was. The next day words flowed endlessly from a vast unknown. I think not of their structure or sense. From some divine place they arrive, and they beckon action and they require love. I know not whom to thank. March 7, 2013.
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Music Parties And Dead Carp | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. Music Parties And Dead Carp. The drums are mine but of course, I was taking the pictures so you don’t get to see me playing. Lots of party goers and good music aficionados. And of course, Mr 4th of July himself, our friend Craig, a day early. It was fun to see Bill and Janet, and Mary and Craig and Frank, who I’ve not seen since high school. And a good time was had by all! In New Blog Post. 8220;It’s the Sun! 07/05/2015 at 12:39 pm.
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“It’s the Sun!” | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. 8220;It’s the Sun! A few days ago we were walking along when a car approached. I could tell by the sound that it was slowing down. I don’t mind when people admire my dog. I think she’s beautiful. Usually when someone stops, it’s to tell me they think she’s beautiful too. On this particular day, that was not the case. 8220;It’s…well…I….well, I saw it on the news. They said, pavement is hot. But...Now I try not to make generalizat...
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Spring In Minnesota | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. The house and part of my yard (Taken from the top of Shit Mountain–the septic hump.). 8221; She doesn’t fool me though. She likes pretty dresses and is learning to use make up. When it comes time for boys in her life it’s going to be hard for her to find one that can keep up. That’s okay with me. In New Blog Post. Thinking About The Past. Starling Castle Sweet Red Wine. Things As They Are →. 2 thoughts on “ Spring In Minnesota.
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This Is Who I Am | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. This Is Who I Am. Why does society still want to banish those who don’t act “normal? In New Blog Post. And The Killing Continues. Life After Death Episode 2. Painting The Sky… Still More Haiku →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Fiction | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. The Case Of The Missing Pipe part Four. Here is part four of my continuing story, The Case Of The Missing Pipe. First published on pipesmagazine.com Once inside the house, Sam told Mary not to turn on the lights. He produced a flashlight from inside his coat. Along with this he carried his revolver in the shoulder holster and his 45 in a…. 1 week ago 08/20/2016. The Case Of The Missing Pipe part Three. For anyone who likes old dete...
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haiku | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. The cock crows morning. Waking those within hearing. A new day for all. We are all one people. The beauty of a spring storm. Wildness in the woods. Red bellied woodpeckers are. Dull grey cloudy sky. Rain and wind never ending-. Winter will not leave. To find who you are. Empty all thought from your mind. And see yourself there. The storm rages through the night. To dawn clear and bright. Wind always the wind. The great blue heron.
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Joshua Fought The Battle Of Jericho | The Window
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We are what we want to be, mostly.–Hjalmar Rutzebeck. About “The Window”. Joshua Fought The Battle Of Jericho. So here’s what I want to know. What kind of sick mind decides to make a children’s song about the murder of hundreds if not thousands of men, women and children, even implicating the Israelite children in the story with the words, “Joshua commanded the children to shout, and the walls came tumbling down? Or was it because his dad was passed out drunk? Maybe that was embarrassing to God? My quest...
