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Sunday, May 11, 2008
4:33:22 AM EDT

if i had a drum, i'd rum pum pum

i'd rum pum pum, if i had a drum

if i had a drum, painted blue

i'd rum pum pum just for you.

 

if i had a flute, i'd root toot toot

i'd root toot toot, if i had a flute

if i had a flute, made of bamboo

i'd root toot toot just for you.

 

if i had a bell, i'd ring it well

i'd ring it well, if i had a bell

if i had a bell, here's what i'd do

i'd ring it well just for you.

 

but i have no drum, to rum pum pum

and i have no flute, to root toot toot

and i have no bell, no bell to ring

i only have this song to sing.



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Tuesday, May 6, 2008
5:03:21 AM EDT

the last haiku poem-

at least until the next one.

and that's a promise...



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5:00:14 AM EDT

things seem all right now.

why such a wonderful change?

i forgot myself !



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Friday, May 2, 2008
5:37:41 AM EDT

the little birds know...

life is play and dance and song !

i have it all wrong.



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Monday, April 28, 2008
4:29:30 AM EDT

lonely city streets,

in my heart the thought of her.

soft spring rain falling...



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Sunday, April 27, 2008
5:26:35 AM EDT

             epitaph

 

the master musician is deaf.

the painter of perfection, blind.

the most eloquent poet is dumb.

lame, the dancer divine.



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Monday, April 7, 2008
4:58:52 AM EDT

forty days since i saw her

since the day she waved goodbye

forty days i've been laughing

just so i don't cry.

 

forty days since i heard her

sweet voice call my name

forty days i've been smiling

so i don't go insane,

forty days.

 

    every moment we're apart

    i've got an aching in my heart

    i've got a longing in my soul

    i wonder if she knows...

 

forty days i've been walking

lonely circles around this town

forty days i've been talking

to the gravel on the ground.

 

forty days in the desert

forty days in the wild

forty days in twenty first century

america exiled,

forty days.

 



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Sunday, March 23, 2008
4:25:04 AM EDT

 Eostre !

   Eastre !!

      Easter !!!

Morning !

   Rebirth !!

      Spring !!!



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Tuesday, March 18, 2008
4:51:41 AM EDT

song out of time


Oh my Darlin, what do ya say

we go somewhere and share this bottle of Beaujolais.

it's almost Christmas, and it's getting cold,

i know we're not that young anymore

   but you know we're not all that old.

 

Oh my sweet Love, you look so fine,

won't you help me polish off this bottle of wine?

it cost nine dollars, it was imported from France.

that's over in Europe somewhere i believe,

   we can look it up if we get a chance.

 

Oh my Dear One, you look so good,

better than those movie stars out in Hollywood.

You drive me crazy, when you call my name.

if we let this bottle go to waste

   you know, it would be a crying shame.

 

Oh Anam Cara, you're the best,

there's no one can compare to you, it's no contest.

You were there at the beginning, i'll be there at the end.

You're the Jewel of my heart,

   my Most Beloved Friend.



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Saturday, March 15, 2008
4:34:47 AM EDT

a branch breaks,

   a bird falls.

a soul wakes,

   a heart calls.

 

a heart aches,

   a soul sighs.

a branch breaks,

   a bird flies.



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