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curious irrelevancies

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"i owe much; i have nothing. i give the rest to the poor." francois rabelais. last will and testament. eight random things tag: this is a list of eight random things about me with a bonus test. thanks to sarah for tagging me. makes me feel like 'one of the gang'/ 1. fate has made me a traveler but i'd rather be at home. 2.i was born with a silver spoon in my mouth. i still have it. 3. i am almost a gourmet cook, but i am a gourmand eater. 4. i used to be a boy with big ears (sign of a buddha) 5. i am more of a philosopher than an artist. 6. when i write a poem it comes straight out. 7. my oldest son builds fireplaces. i taught him all the building trades. 8. this bamboo staff crossed the pacific ocean after the worst tzunami. that's all folks... oops forgot the rules. and new taggeees. the rules were: ‘Eight random things about me’. the tag was from sarah i'll choose my taggees later. they will be from visitors to my page who don't comment. kidding... you knew that didn't you.

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the ocean

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here is the ocean
emerald and sapphire
abundance
ejaculating plumes of foam
infinitely swelling in perpetuity
ineffable
translucent emerald and jade
pure white
in jumbling confusion
always new, always old
swelling and curling and crashing
as if shocked by rocks
how welcomed by the sandy shore
and then gently sent
back to the other side of the world




guess where i spent the day.



you're right... malibu



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magnificent peregrinations

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memory of river.bmp



gnarly flat white and shiny grey driftwood
hurrah for the blues and greens of the waters
surf pounded round stones jasper and bluegrey green
some white some black and the black birds and white terns

i sing the praises of the energy of cormorants
the military power of a fleet of pelicans,
the clever conferences of those three crows.
now the surf is sounding on a starry moonless night.


the clear water river was deep and pure and cool
the deer were unafraid but wary and so delicate
a man camper awestruck shot with camera trembling
and whispered shhhhhh


and from a height the camera
(too small to take in the size of beauty)
vain as an attempt to capture and keep
that glorious feeling way down deep


and quiet in the the emptyland of center-self
immutable changeless presence expanding
as if to swallow the universe whole
so greedy for life.