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The Poetry of David D Jerald
The Poetry of David D Jerald. Fire flying burning through the sky . The kind we wish upon and why . These humble words it does inspire. God may be our father . But our Mother is the fire. Friday, November 28, 2014. On a two lane highway …. Winding through the night. Past countless tall Saguaros …. Bathing in the full moonlight. The midst of giants. All around me everywhere. Saguaros … arms held high. In holy silent wonder there. Born on top a tall saguaro…. And only in the dark of night. A saguaro's grow...
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La litterature Le vocabulaire Mon cerveau = Belles poésies! Vous avez le Cafard? Venz lire mes poèmes et vous n'aurez plus le Bourdon! Quant a votre stress de fin de journée, oubliez tt! 20/02/2009 at 6:50 AM. 25/03/2009 at 7:41 AM. Subscribe to my blog! Bienvenue Dans Ce Paradis Des Mots! Vous changerez rapidement votre calendrier pour prendre celui-ci! J'essaierai de mettre a jour ce blog en publiant au moins UN poème par jour! Cette semaine ci, oubliez deja cette promesse! Alors elisez moi President!
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The Poetry Of Earth Is Never Dead. Thursday, August 28, 2008. The Poetry Of Earth Is never Dead. If it was 16 th. Century, I would have said my Muse has left me.but here I am sitting in front of my laptop in the 21st century and trying to write something in vain. I push myself to write my first blog and look for some inspiration (that would work as my temporary Muse). I go through the celeb blogs, and there it was right in front of me.THE BIG BLOG. Yes! TwiceI use some of the choicest swear words in my M...
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Friday, March 22, 2013. Pamela's Purple Garden: Pamela and Vinod. I know this is an extremely late post, but I just had to share this wedding! It was a beautiful event, with a very beautiful bride, Pamela. The couple held their special day in August last year at the Royale Chulan, with a very elegant, but simple theme: Purple. Here is the beautiful bride, Pamela and her pretty bridesmaids. Pamela's bouquet consisted of elegant lilac tulips accompanied by two toned purple eustomas. And we would like to th...
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The poetry of food. Monday, January 9, 2012. Of making better party bread. I set out to do something different. And came up with the idea of a savory. Monkey bread instead of sweet. Used a white bread recipe with water. Olive oil and a pinch of saffron. The stuff between the rolls. Was olive oil, garlic,. Fresh basil and marjoram. Packed in olive oil. The oil from the tomatoes. The properties of gluten. In a well processed bread dough. I created little balls of dough. But was careful to stretch. Devised ...
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The weeds are knee high down the hill. To the place where I plan to write. It’s under the oak,. With a midday splash of sun. And a view to the valley. I’ll put in a wood stove. For the rain and the cold. Buy a desk and with pen in hand. Watch the gray tailed squirrel. As it nimble foots up the oak. It’s taken a lifetime to get here. And never a straight line,. But as I rest against the mower. And look back through these high green weeds,. It’s a lovely swathe I’ve cut. Enter your email address:.
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We're all just sheep and shepherds. Just wolves at times. We all must lead and follow,. But somewhere down the line. We'll feel the need to neither,. Like we've wasted all our time- -. To be the wolf. And creep up from behind. Half asleep, but wide awake. There's nothing you can take from me. That I haven't already. And still I've never dreamt of what it's like. Some say I've never dreamt, but I know I've been dreaming). In an open mind, an unclosed heart. Slowly tore my world apart;. I've hurt my share.
