Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Poetry”
LTVA (Written at Senator Wash) Daniel Clayton Thornburg Ancient Lady Moon’s as skinny as a spinster, lonely in the cold and drafty skies. Points too sharp to handle on both her bottom and her top, features half hidden in shadows, and the bone that’s visible in her cheek—all dimly mark her waning possibilities. As she strays, who knows now, at …
Yesterday’s Friends Here’s to our friends of yesterday Our buddies through the years. We shared many a laugh by the campfire We remember them with tears. That special smile The fish he caught Seeing the burros go away at a trot. Those familiar voices on the radio Ah, we miss those times so much, you know. We rember them all …
We stoke the morning campfires and hearths so Sun Boy can find his way home—home again from the eastern reaches, home again from the dark—to discover us here, circled around our signal fires, huddled in the cold, waiting and watching and expecting relief, preparing our welcome, anticipating reunion, yearning for the warm blessings upon his return…. We stoke the morning …
I do not know if the desert people are still holding Poetry Gatherings once a month at this time, but thought you all might want to know our “history” of the gatherings, from fall 1994 through several years of sharing in those gatherings. We first heard about the Poetry “Readings” in late November 1994…our CB radio was on, Bob Dossett, …
Why do we come to the desert? Is it just to escape the North’s cold? Could it also be beauty and friendship, Or is that just being too bold? They say there are rattlers and scorpions And cactus, salt cedar and dust, And rocks and ravines and mountains So steep your poor wheels would bust! A chance to see those …
O my gosh! It’s quite a sight- I never thought that it would be! Morning, afternoon, even night- It’s not so much that I am goin’ No, it’s my skin that’s leavin’ me! What, I wonder, will it be like As others look and I they see; My shell’s not broken; It just keeps flakin’- Oh no, what’s this? My …
The holidays have come and soon will be gone. Our Liberry has little time alone! She’s been spruced up with steps so new, And loves to welcome each of you. So come on in for any reason, We’ll wish you greetings of the season. Cause before you know it the year will pass And winter visitors will not last. The …
By: Horst Schneider March 1, 2016 The monitor lites they show amber and red So I dress for the job that I dread Some crummy torn jeans and a pair of old shoes. I have the dump station blues. It’s a sunny and balmy Arizona kind of day But I cannot rest or go outside and play Instead I must …
By: Bob(Slobberjaws) November 1, 2015 Ya’ know I sure miss that old red Jeep. I even drive it in my sleep! (To Steal a line,— Over Hill, Over Dale, We Will Hit the DUSTY Trail.) I’m settin’ at the old stop sign, Wednesday morning and we’re feelin’ fine! We get in and slam the door, Then set the radio to …
By: Slobberjaws February 1, 2015 It comes on slowly this longing for home, the thing is so real it rests in your bones. It just doesn’t quit, this feeling of heart, But it happens when friends are apart. So I’m taking this matter straight to the top, The Lord’s helping us to make that big hop. The keys in the …