Tag: spirituality
member name: Jim Ross
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July 19, 2006 11:02 AM EDT --
How deep is the water here? Our scant plumb line is insufficient to give the answer. Here's hoping wit, patience and a well brimming with humility helps.
Insufficient Tools
What could be harder
Than . . .
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July 29, 2006 12:27 AM EDT --
A birthday loomed for an ageing friend and I saw the fear in his eyes. Being a questing soul that perhaps couldn't see what he gave others, I wrote this poem for him, hoping it would help. Rest in . . .
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August 09, 2006 02:27 PM EDT --
I'm amazed at the myriad places gifts come from, not the least of which from this anonymous oak in the Sierra foothills.
An Oak Tree's Gift
Two green acorns nestled
In three oak leaves
Now fallen . . .
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August 10, 2006 09:34 AM EDT --
Nothing like new blades of grass and a cloudless sky to cheer a soul--even if it is hot!
Summery Soul
Powder blue heaven
Above emerald toe-ticklers
Widen her gray eyes
© 2006 Jim Ross
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August 11, 2006 02:53 PM EDT --
There is a sad anniversary coming up soon and I wanted to share a personal moment that was scribbled on a scratchpad on the first anniversary of our loss. This particular echo resounded through a small . . .
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July 25, 2006 12:59 AM EDT --
Someday, when I am all grown up, this haiku will be a full-fledged poem of love for humanity that, after infancy, can only be reached when the security walls are down. I hope I grow up soon. I love you. . . .
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July 25, 2006 03:06 AM EDT --
"Virginia City, NV, Sunday, April 21, 1996. Sawdust Corner Restaurant." Those words on a yellowing paper place mat and the poem scribbled below them caught my eye as they have so many times since . . .
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August 06, 2006 01:00 PM EDT --
When the alma mater closes as it did in Carol Roach's article, "Royal Arthur School", and as they do in so many communities, I am stricken by the loss. Recoverable, to be sure, but without . . .
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August 10, 2006 06:01 PM EDT --
Home is where the work is!
Hot on the Range
Nature's blast furnace
Ruffles a cowboy's wide brim
And desert plants quake
© 2006 Jim Ross
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August 10, 2006 06:09 PM EDT --
Still puffy with sleep but an urgent task wills the life to do it.
Onward
Life before dawning,
Moonless with a chill,
Willing to be breathed
© 2006 Jim Ross
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August 10, 2006 06:15 PM EDT --
Very satisfying, exhausting work. Wrangling horses may leave one exhausted, but with factoids add a headache!
Factoid Wrangler
Pick the thing apart
Add the truth from many more
And corral the herd
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July 23, 2006 01:46 AM EDT --
Some things do bloom in the dark.
A Time for Poetry
Perhaps sentiment and poetry
Like the moon and night scents
Are delights of the growing dark
The shrill shouts and macho pouts
Give way to sweet nothings . . .
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July 23, 2006 08:13 PM EDT --
This poem reminds me of the horse duelling the steam engine, tracks extending toward some big city on the horizon, and sere plains enveloping both combatants. Everybody wins in this situation and the horse . . .
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July 23, 2006 09:54 PM EDT --
Old court building auras still remain in the heartland--their masonry cool to the touch, their interior walls smelling pleasantly of lacquer, carpet and paper. They exude pride in what was created . . .
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July 24, 2006 10:02 PM EDT --
Harsh times, brutal work, laughter born of times shared, bonds forged of anything given in friendship attended by soft, caring eyes--perhaps a shovel and a tear--greeted our people moving west as they . . .
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July 26, 2006 12:27 AM EDT --
The summer does other things, too, but were the season to talk and wax poetic it might say in a tantalizing, mellifluous voice . . .
Extreme Greetings
Meet me, the Summer--
I will warm your fragrant . . .
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July 27, 2006 09:48 PM EDT --
. . . babies from their parents, friends of the clubhouse kind, it doesn't matter, I remember you.
Friends of Yore
Separated young
Your image is still with me
Lovely growing one
© 2006 Jim . . .
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August 03, 2006 12:50 AM EDT --
The music of choice has such a voice as to make the walls vibe in this telling place.
A Telling Place
In the room of my peace
There is a lady of grace
And two chairs placed
So lovers can talk
And click . . .
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August 05, 2006 01:33 AM EDT --
The light reddens along the coast and the wind freshens making impressions in the saw grass and whistling through sandstone fizzures. I stand there wondering about many things until . . .
Salty Afternoon . . .
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August 05, 2006 11:53 AM EDT --
Flipping gravel stones with a cloth enfolded foot, I wondered where Nowhere was, and was it someplace grand? What good could come from Nowhere, where histories couldn't live? How could someone learn . . .
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