Welcom To

Welcom To
By AquarianM

Thursday, April 27, 2017

A Christmas Card Envelope...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 25, 2006 at 1:21am

A Christmas Card Envelope...

It doesn't seem like much,
Just a piece of paper in the mail,
A shroud over the real message we hang on the mirror,
Something cut open and tossed as soon as we know who,
But do we ever look at the little stickers and drawings?

Half the work in a few pen strokes,
Ninety cards that carry a simple message,
"Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.
We're thinking of you for just these moments,
In this place in time - because you're special to us.
Because no matter the words written,
You have a little piece of our hearts with you,
One of the ones full of love."

So I draw my little Christmas card envelope Santas,
An we send off our pieces of heart,
And I wonder if I'll be able to count them all,
On my last Christmas,
And I wonder if I'll ever remember to wonder,
Do they miss their colorful wrappers,
And did I see all the little details,
All those years I was wishing for snowflakes and candleshine?

Merry Christmas, Happy New Year.
We're thinking of you for just these moments,
In this place in time - because you're special to us.
Because no matter the words written,
You have a little piece of our hearts with you,
One of the ones full of love.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/25/2006

Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Searching For A Jewel In A Barrel Of Marbles...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 12, 2007 at 3:43am

Searching For A Jewel In A Barrel Of Marbles...

Something different - unique - strange.


I ate none...

She's waiting.

That face - this feeling.

A jewel. A whole 'nother class of gemology.

Moments like this don't come often -

Sometimes just once.

You could find it in a whole barrel of marbles.

She glows...


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/12/2007

Tuesday, April 25, 2017

Did You Get Lost In Corinth...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 12, 2007 at 1:36am

Did You Get Lost In Corinth...

Hey, Hillbilly Gal,
You know you pop up in my thoughts about a zillion times,
I always wonder how you've slipped through the years,
Graceful or happy or sad or wonderful or what?

I never forgot that you set me a place that time,
Off with your rel's in that faraway land,
Or that they put me up on your word in tough times,
Nor that you're a friend of mine.

If you ever see this never wonder,
Nothing got ruined and nothing was plundered,
I'd still smile if I saw your face some day,
Remember that young gal from so many years ago.

Hope you're happy and doing well,
Maybe I'll see you along the river some summer,
Down at the 'Fest with all my old friends,
Never think I don't count you among them.

Just on my mind lately again you know,
Are your ears burning or are you grinning?

Smile, Hillbilly Gal,
You do that well and I like remembering it that way,
If you ever think of me I'm just fine,
Just a sweet old friend...

You've been on my mind.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 01/12/2007

Monday, April 24, 2017

Card Games...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 20, 2007 at 5:43am

Card Games...

Ace of Hearts...

Young, too young, to really understand....still the Ace of Hearts admired.
Teen aged lust rages in veins still flush and opened, softness desired.
Hands longing to gently touch, but none there to feel their reward.
Squeezing the last drops out of fantasy, the Ace of Hearts.

Apprentice to the Sorcerers' College.

Lovingly on fire, burned at the stake, learning of pain to partake.
Ice-blue eyes that know just how to burn your heart with a fake,
Love declarations withering on the vine, there still is a long time,
Before the Ace of Hearts shall be freed of the price of rhyme.

Learning of lonliness spells in time to myriad rock tunes.

Betrayed, remembering a heartache so deep you long to be the Ace of Hearts.
Defying fate's call to make warmth a part of life, blacking out new starts.
Watching your heart beating out it's last warmth in the palm of an unloving lying hand,
Player of games that slept at your side, with a truth no blouse nor magic sweater could stand.

Sometimes your heart lies to you. It knows no better.

Tears grown into an ice-strewn river, nineteen years no armor,
Shall guard you into forever, from the pains of amour,
But the card in the frozen blue ice cube, the crystal ball of pain,
It's the Ace of Hearts that is locked in the frozen painful rain.

A moment in time trapped, heart strapped away.

Emotions drowned so deep, no longer able to weep.
Ace of Hearts, you have now become, but the price is too steep.
Do you ever thaw, ever see the sun again?
Ace of Hearts, forever in mourning?

Don't wear black in the ice cube too long,
That crystal ball of pain glorified in song,
Is no way to live a lifetime,
Cold well past your prime.

Have your dreams died away?

Ace of Hearts, you think you know all the rules.
But in reality, it's the rules for fools.
Learn love. Hard, cold, soft, warm, blinding.
But at least it's a wealth of feeling.


By: Daniel A. Stafford

Deuce of Hearts...

A wild card, a wild ride, a better way, a loving side.
Starting out new, shiny and pretty, easy to slide,
Ending up well worn, tattered, and sticking together,
But it's the two that time will treasure.

Two hearts on a single page.

They start out burning in the sunrise sun,
Hot wild passion and magic and fun,
And through it all they see lots of play,
Though in the end the warmth of sunset will stay.

Best card in the deck.

In any hand, united they stand,
And helping to win is really quite grand,
Though thought of as low, they continually go,
Hand in hand.

It's always seemed such a warm card to me.


By: Daniel A. Stafford

Author's Comments:

I once, long ago, evaluated the way a failed relationship went.
It seemed to me that the other person involved wanted to just
have physical intimacy and sometimes a bit of companionship,
but when there was any hint of permanence or responsibility
for how you treated the other in the picture, she balked.
And so my mind pictured an ace of hearts, frozen in an ice cube,
and a two of hearts, laying in the warmth of the sunrise.
This represents to me a difference in approach to love and relationships.
A choice, if you will, between a coldness and hardening of the heart in
an attempt to guard against pain from one who has chosen not to risk,
and a desire for warmth, closeness and unity from one who has decided
that they cannot remain frozen. The adage "love like you have never been hurt"
comes to mind. Hence two of my recent poems.
What choices are you making?

Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Poetry Of Eggs...

Post by AquarianM on May 6, 2006 at 9:07am

The Poetry Of Eggs...

There are poems that open the universe,
Like God spoke for six days.

There are poems that open you,
Like an eggshell in two halves,
Up-turned and filling with new rain.

It certainly doesn't take a whole page to know which from what.

Like a new bird chirping in the nest,
I's up to you to find the magic of flight.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/30/2006

Saturday, April 22, 2017


Post by AquarianM on May 8, 2006 at 11:03am


Like seeds in the sky,
Prayers take flight,
Sometimes perfect and sometimes organic,
Perhaps bumping into one another now and then.

Like maples in the Spring they spin on the wind,
Each a representation of the possibility of growth.

If I could remember a dream,
I would float down out of the sky,
Land upon the prayer circle of Earth.

I would grow into something that healed the world,
Lent shade on a Summer afternoon for watching clouds,
So the shapes of hope could grow forever.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/08/2006

Friday, April 21, 2017

Soft Magic...

Post by AquarianM on May 14, 2006 at 10:32pm

Soft Magic...

Soft magic glows in late night hours,
An amber streetlight just visible through a quiet fog,
A gentle wish for an alternate universe,
One that you wake up to in sunshine headlines,
Something like a spotless mind but it's in your heart.

A vibration ruffles the feathers of the midnight hour,
Twilight betwixt drowse and dream,
A strange dance in a hushed driveway as the neighbors sleep,
Harmless but jubilant as if nothing could ever go wrong,
Simple symbols of good things to come,
Subtle electric tingle with a coffee taste.

It's after the hour of Noni's pasta from memory,
Where you walked the stove watch with her ghost whispering to you,
"Not another minute unstirred honey bello,"
A dream like that where everything came from Italia,
Danced onto your plates like a time warp,
Luscious and fluffy like fresh-grated parmesan cheese.

You dream and in the morning the heart of the world finally changes,
At last - full of love and blessings.


By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/15/2006