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 22, 2006 11:47 AM EDT --
Space
That which touches all but doesn't care
Supports us all but has no air
No eye to see
No hands to feel
No need to eat
But is so real
It holds the planets
Spins the stars
Gives . . .
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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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August 31, 2006 12:02 AM EDT --
Beginning to Live
Whither wends my life
On this uncharted river
Past pleasure and pain
From warmest womb to cold tomb
With soul-swelled belief in you
Copyright 2006 Jim Ross
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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 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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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 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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August 21, 2006 12:30 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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July 22, 2006 02:41 AM EDT --
I gave it my all and I can see the results in scars etched permanently in many places.
A Soldier's Life
Life for all the gain
Cuts in places to be seen--
Where I've bled I've lived
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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 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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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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