I am hungry for white
The clear purity of a blank page
The spotless clean of a cotton gown
Fresh fallen snow
Unbeaten hard-boiled eggs
A calendar in January.
I am hungry for white
The absence of darkness
A second chance
A friend of Light.
CJ Ink
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
Monday, November 5, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Friday, September 28, 2012
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Cannot think of the word!
Can you think of the word,
You nerd?
It's on the tip of your tongue,
You bum.
I ask my cat
She just smirks,
She never knew the word.
I shout to the heavens above,
"What is the word, for the love of God,
What
Is
the word?!"
Silence thunders down
Making me curse....
It even hurts!
I want to cry
I finally try
to
forget
the
whole
damn
thing.
Stop!
Wait!
That's it!
That
is
it!
Waiting in the wings
She was there all along
Hidden behind my muse.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
ALONE by Edgar Allan Poe
From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.
Friday, September 21, 2012
Ferlinghetti's The world is a beautiful place...{1958}
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half bad
if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician
- From "Cony Island of the Mind," by Lawrence Ferlinghetti
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Tuesday, September 18, 2012
Monday, September 17, 2012
Polly Mansfield 1932-2012
- Mary Elizabeth Frye (1932)
Thursday, September 13, 2012
Vein of Gold
Incredible,
How words can grab the day.
One word, connected in a new way
To another,
And we discover
Simple but profound offerings.
A piece in the puzzle can fall into place.
Connections have been there all along,
But required
A shift in perception.
Each time a word gets recombined,
Reemphasized,
It becomes new.
Set apart in a new perspective,
A Eureka moment stands on
Your own doorstep,
A new path opens to
Your inner vein of gold.
You might find this life-raft
Easier to steer if you
Open your heart and close your eyes.
Dream up the
Path not yet taken.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Monday, September 10, 2012
Peter's Limerick
Whose teeth one day started to rattle
When Jordan’s New Tours
Took them over the moors
They found the drive rather a battle
Friday, September 7, 2012
Moments of Utopia
Maybe Utopia is not a place we can go. Maybe we cannot create one, no matter how hard we try. But I do think I have experienced hints of Utopia several times in my life. Maybe I cannot recreate those moments, but in the end, they add up to the best life I can have.
Thursday, September 6, 2012
The Ascension by Claudia Mauro
On occasion
a mushroom will shoulder
through asphalt.
Likewise an occasional
blade of grass casts aside
a slab of stone and rises,
not unlike the stories
one hears about Jesus.
And it is every bit
as good a story
and worth celebrating,
even though they
never heard of Jesus
and are only doing
what the living do
when moving
towards light,
against desperate
and impossible odds.
- Claudia Mauro from "Small Women Who Think Big" ©1997
Wednesday, September 5, 2012
Search for Peace
The breath of Peace could quiet my day, if I could find it.
But where does it exist in this turmoil? How do I find it amidst this noise?
A siren races to meet Death at an accident; a jet brings a CEO to a crucial conference nearby; a truck downshifts to make that curve, on the freeway going ...
Going somewhere.
The sounds are divorced from me, yet they penetrate every nerve. The leaf blower might as well be in my living room, considering the disturbance it causes in my aura.
Is my Peaceful breath high above this cacophony somewhere? Or is found only buried beneath it all in a quiet grave of slumber? It is imperative that I find it, as often as possible. A walk in the woods, iPod music, a constant search for that "Peace which passeth all understanding." The part that "passes all understanding" is this: why have we let the world get so LOUD!
Tuesday, September 4, 2012
Let Me Avoid the Abyss!
Groping frantically for a hand-
Craving peace found souly in communication.
Searching everywhere, running to and away,
Tearlessly crying, pleading with blueskies, blacknights
and life -
"Let me avoid the Abyss!"
Then He came to gently guide me
Into his realm.
The candle was lit
Forms grew on the wall
Flickering phantasmagoria
Blending insensibly
Conceiving new impressions with essence of old.
The Abyss becomes a Universe.
-CJA March 1968-
Craving peace found souly in communication.
Searching everywhere, running to and away,
Tearlessly crying, pleading with blueskies, blacknights
and life -
"Let me avoid the Abyss!"
Then He came to gently guide me
Into his realm.
The candle was lit
Forms grew on the wall
Flickering phantasmagoria
Blending insensibly
Conceiving new impressions with essence of old.
The Abyss becomes a Universe.
-CJA March 1968-
Sunday, September 2, 2012
The Best Ideas
I sit in Wonderland
Where the "livin' is easy"
And the cool kids always have
The best ideas.
I'm cool too, but no one knows.
Light shoots from my fingers
Sunshine paints my toes. I
Have ideas.
Feeling lost one day,
I sought shelter in
A forest of words and waited for
The weather to change.
I waited and
Waited.
Push harder, I admonished
Look deeper, I demanded.
But still I was lost
Still I hid under the words.
Darkness rained.
Gradually the storm passed,
A whisper gathered in my heart.
Rest easy, you are not lost, she said.
Your ideas will guide you.
Rest easy and listen.
So I found my way that day.
With stars in my hair
And the moon to light my way,
I learned to listen
And I learned to hear
The best ideas.
Saturday, September 1, 2012
Friday, August 31, 2012
Thursday, August 30, 2012
Wild Geese
You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting --
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things.
-Mary Oliver
Wednesday, August 29, 2012
Beauty in Death
"Death is an event that represents the permanent cessation of all biological
functions that sustain a living organism."
But death of the organism does not mean the death of beauty.
A rose is still a rose.
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
Monday, August 27, 2012
Sunday, August 26, 2012
Absolute Yearning
Is this
Absolute yearning,
Born of notes
Dropped from Infinity
Into my questioning heart?
Or is my Soul hiding
Hints within my
Thirsty thoughts?
I guess I am just
Destined to
Forever lament
My stunning
Foolishness.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
- Bitsy, Lumpy & friends taking a nap
Yellow Point 2012 -
Drawn into the tempest,
As a Seeker,
My voracious appetite for meaning
Tosses me on waves of information.
My quest propels me forward until
Finally, joy and relief
Greet me on the shore of
Understanding,
As I embrace a
Moment of unity
With The One who
Knows all.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Praying
It doesn't have to be
the blue iris, it could be
weeds in a vacant lot, or a few
small stones; just
pay attention, then patch
a few words together and don't try
to make them elaborate, this isn't
a contest but the doorway
into thanks, and a silence in which
another voice may speak.
- From "Thirst" by Mary Oliver
Thursday, August 23, 2012
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
Centrifugal Forces
Once,
Before time began,
We crossed the Universe
To create
A focus upon our very own
Precious existence,
Singing
I I I
We we we
Me Me Me.
When the prison of
Our beliefs began to
Massively distort reality,
We could no longer find the
Path to peace.
Still,
We sang
I We Me.
Whirling Dervish Chaos
Continued to spin
Out of control
And the complex pattern
of our daily lives
Chained us to an
Ultimate despair.
Still,
We chanted
i - i -i
we - we - we
me - me - me.
Monday, August 20, 2012
A Plea to the Far Right
Your displeasure is an anchor
Weighing me down.
How can you be so unfeeling?
I will never understand your
Hatred, your unwillingness to see.
It boggles my mind
Every time I hear you speak.
Each year you grow more
and more deaf.
When the crowds cry out in
despair, you turn away.
Release them now.
Stop talking,
Now.
Just stop talking.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Opinion of Brit Friend Peter
August 14 2012
Dear Carol Jo,
This morning we woke up to the news that Mitt Romney has chosen Paul Ryan as his running mate. His choice does not make us sleep soundly at nights. The thought that he might be a heartbeat away from the world’s most powerful job is even more frightening than the thought that Mitt Romney might be the President.
The next thing we heard is that Paul Ryan is holding up our National Health Service as an example of all that is bad about Europe and he claims that the NHS proves that Obama’s health scheme is a bad idea.
Now I work for the British healthcare regulator. I feel that I must contradict Mr Ryan. The main thing wrong with the NHS is that it is under-funded by our Government which is afraid to raise enough tax to do the job properly. This leads to waiting lists for non-urgent treatments. If it was properly funded (say 10% more than the present expenditure), the waiting lists would be solved and the NHS would still be much cheaper than the US healthcare system per head of population. The principle of universal healthcare works just fine; politicians of both right and the left agree on this. If the NHS was funded by compulsory insurance instead of tax (like Germany does it), it would be great. By contrast, US healthcare is the most expensive in the world but fails to reach a large minority of the population, and this is a direct result of allowing the insurance and pharmacological industries to run healthcare.
Even with its limitations, the NHS is a shining example to the USA. The German system is even better.
I heard that Republicans have said that the British hate the NHS. I’ve never met any Brit who said that.
The truth is, we love our NHS, even while we grumble that it is under-funded. The NHS started when I was a child and has looked after me ever since. As I have grown older, I have had a lot of expensive treatment which was free to me. I never had anything that wasn’t essential, and I didn’t have luxury accommodation in hospital, but when I needed the NHS, it was there for me.
Paul Ryan says that the NHS encourages dependency. This is obvious nonsense. You could argue that childcare payments encourage teenage pregnancy; you could argue that unemployment payments encourage idleness; but you can’t seriously suggest that universal healthcare encourages people to get sick or old.
I don’t think anyone here will feel insulted by Paul Ryan’s words. We are accustomed to US politicians who are ignorant of the world outside the USA. But we are angry that he is spreading lies for political gain. He claims that European successes are failures!
US citizens need to understand that the USA is the country with the big problem, not Britain. Britain, like most other civilised countries, has universal healthcare. It’s not perfect, but it works. The USA does not have universal healthcare, and it has great difficulty working out how to move from the present expensive mess to something better. There are good examples in Europe of how to do it better and cheaper.
Paul Ryan is trying to frighten US voters with the phrase “European style Socialism”. “Socialism” isn’t a word we use much, because it can mean whatever you want it to mean, from a minimal concern for welfare to state tyranny. We in Europe argue over how much the government should intervene to prevent poverty, but we find the discussions go better when we avoid vague terms like “Socialism”.
Finally, why should any US voter listen to a Brit? Well, you elect them and we have to put up with them blundering around the world for 4 years. We suffer the consequences of your votes. I just want you to elect someone who doesn’t blunder. Obama would be my choice, if I had a choice.
Warmest regards,
Peter
Saturday, August 18, 2012
Preview of the 1913 Miller Diary
Wednesday, Jan. 1, 1913
Resolved:-
Since I will become of age during 1913 I have resolved to make a man of myself and also a gentleman. This involves many things but I believe I can carry them out.
E.C. Miller.
(This little diary was written almost 100 years ago by a young man living on Capitol Hill in Seattle. He was attending the University of Washington in Engineering. I believe it is a valuable piece of history that I want to share with the world on his behalf. I will post it here in time to greet 2013.)
Resolved:-
Since I will become of age during 1913 I have resolved to make a man of myself and also a gentleman. This involves many things but I believe I can carry them out.
E.C. Miller.
(This little diary was written almost 100 years ago by a young man living on Capitol Hill in Seattle. He was attending the University of Washington in Engineering. I believe it is a valuable piece of history that I want to share with the world on his behalf. I will post it here in time to greet 2013.)
Friday, August 17, 2012
Fantasy Friday
You can find me in the forest
See me behind a tree
Kicking at a root
Up to my neck
In time enough.
I'm dressed to the Nines
With tiara and tails
Paired with taffeta top and
Heels of gold,
Fit for a Queen,
Perfectly
me.
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