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By AquarianM

Sunday, December 31, 2017

Windmills In Flight...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 8, 2011 at 11:19pm

Windmills In Flight...

The windmill spun on the wind gently,
Creaking and ever-so-softly moaning, moaning, moaning,
Dreaming that its old wings might yet set it free,
Something Mystics once urged upon it that it never quite forgot,
A bird unable to joust from the air of the sea,
It carried the memory of all things of wings,
Pushing water and pumping air.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" Poem #8
Last Edit: Jun 28, 2012 at 11:18pm by AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Saturday, December 30, 2017

Getting A Dreamjob...

Post by AquarianM on Aug 26, 2011 at 12:03pm

Getting A Dreamjob...

Some people think of themselves as Lightworkers,
Battling the forces of Evil,
Shedding light on all the pain,
The harsh light of Day they think,
Will drive the darkness away,
And in part,
They speak and think rightly,
For Evil exposed can be banished,
But exposure alone is not the stake in the heart of coldness,
For beyond exposure lies the realm of dreams,
Not in slumber nor in escapism,
But in the collective vision of our world,
The dream of what it is and what it will be,
So lightworkers think twice,
You have to give a better dreamjob than the tools of darkness,
If you want to turn some head.

AquarianM

By Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/26/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, December 29, 2017

The Last Watermelon...

Post by AquarianM on Aug 31, 2011 at 1:10am

The Last Watermelon...
Thirst quenched in liquid Summer,
A splash of hot pink and lush green,
Sweet saint of Summer picnics,
Give me one more while the days are hot,
Before the music stops in the high corn,
While the leaves are still green and skies are blue,
While I can still swim in a lake,
See a dandelion that tickles my toes in the grass,
Taste the bounty of the Earth and wonder at our luck,
Before a hint of fire or gold on leaves starts the end of another year.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/31/2011

It's still Summer, It's still Summer, It's still Summer...
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, December 28, 2017

Sugarmuser's Cosmic Pic Challenge: Blue Moon And Red Mars...

Post by AquarianM on Sep 2, 2011 at 1:11am

Blue Moon And Red Mars...

Mars always wants to play the boss,
But it's a hot night under the stars,
And he melted seeing her blue moon,
In the end she's the ruler of his nights,
So he better get used to it,
Or get stood up in a corner,
Red-faced and angry,
Better to let a breeze in the window,
Seek the gentleness in her heart,
'Cause the music is sultry,
Perfect place to start.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/02/2011

Original Post: poeticconstellations.yuku.com/topic/54066/Sugarmuser-s-Cosmic-Pic-Challenge-Blue-Moon-And-Red-Mars
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Galaktoboureko...

Post by AquarianM on Sep 3, 2011 at 12:30am

Galaktoboureko...



en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Galaktoboureko

The beauty of the isles,
Honey-gift from the Old Gods,
Goes to show they could be sweet,
Not just all hard-ass and lightning,
This treasure's not always easy to find,
But it was the Pride of the Acropolis,
Out-of-this-Galaxy-Divine,
One taste will blow your mind,
Every time,
Can you tell I'm in love?

Well, maybe if I share...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/03/2011

Pronounced kind of like "Galac-Toe-Borry-Koe"
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Just Another Leak In The Gulf...

Post by AquarianM on Sep 16, 2011 at 12:14am

Just Another Leak In The Gulf...

Every time I see a shrimp boat, I shudder.
Every time I hear Jimmy Buffet sing Margueritaville I want to cry.

Do death and rainbows go together?
Take a look at a ten-mile oil slick on a sunny day.
You tell me.

Christ didn't do the cross so we could trash the place and get mean,
So if that's your shabby dream,
Leave his name out of it,
It's far too dumb,
To let them make us numb,
While they die the World behind our backs,
As life's web cracks,
Spinning poverty and poison tracks,
Terror attacks,
When they make you afraid to fully live.

The Oilmen are just too stupid to know;
No one is winning.

www.rawstory.com/rs/2011/09/15/chevron-confirms-fresh-oil-leak-in-gulf-of-mexico/

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/16/2011

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, December 25, 2017

Boo Land...

Boo Land...

The birds crowd wires waiting for frosted orders,
Our breath soon to mist the air about our heads,
The light of day flickering to evening's candles,
Summer's fading embers already starting to grace trees,
Orion and his pantheon of stars wait to drift above the horizon,
Glittering in the chill night air once again...


Spirits moan and wail in whispers among the old stones,
Jack Frost waiting for the cold Earth to rouse his bones,
They creep 'round the graveyard and clearings in the wood,
The dancing things think blood is good,
A pot to stir of bubbling green,
Black cats on broomsticks too high to be seen,
Shrieking bats and pointed hats,
Glowing bones a-rattle gnawed by rats,
The sheaves are tall and the pumpkins mean,
Cut to life with eyes that flicker and gleam,
Spells are whispered as the old bat cackles,
Things get twisted and the Universe crackles,
Don't wander alone in the world's hidden cracks,
You don't want to be eaten by the Pumpkin Jacks,
They clitter and clatter,
Claws like twigs your blood to splatter,
Skittering twittering across cold cobblestone and dirt,
If they hear you shiver it's a world of hurt,
Candy, candy, off to bed,
Dreams of Summer have left your head.

The birds crowd wires waiting for frosted orders,
Our breath soon to mist the air about our heads,
The light of day flickering to evening's candles,
Summer's fading embers already starting to grace trees,
Orion and his pantheon of stars wait to drift above the horizon,
Glittering in the chill night air once again...


Listen, listen, listen and close,
For the whispers of spirits you miss the most,
Soon the veils will thin and their world be close.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/14/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, December 24, 2017

A Word Whizzyrd's Audio Christmas:

A Word Whizzyrd's Audio Christmas:

  Word Whizzyrd's Christmas Spells...

Hear AquarianM reading Christmas poetry and stories:

Calling All Snowflakes - 525kb

Snow Down - 932kb

The Electric Elf - 1.9mb

Whissler's Paradise - 3.9mb

These files are all in MP3 format.

Thank you for listening, and Merry Christmas!!

AquarianM

(All (C) Various dates by Daniel A. Stafford)

Sunday, December 17, 2017

All The Stars That Shined...

All The Stars That Shined...




Sometimes the first time you really see someone is long after they've gone,
And while the leaves are twisting colors on the branch,
That's a beautiful time to sing to your ghosts,
So we have a dear old cousin who likes to pray that way,
And now I've finally seen Gramma for herself.

Wish it was long ago,
So I could let her know,
Gramma Marion and Auntie Birdene,
Long gone but never forgotten,
One I thought I knew,
One I don't recall I ever met.

Time is like that,
It warps your connections,
So it twists the branches and twigs,
Yet as the frost gathers in your breath,
You learn and grow and come to know,
All the stars that shined.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/21/2011

Author's note:
Auntie Birdene (left) & Gramma Marion (right), we miss you both, and we'll always remember.
Don't they look like a couple of movie stars from back in the day?
Last Edit: Sep 22, 2011 at 12:39am by AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, December 16, 2017

Night Of The Pumpkin Mystic...

Post by AquarianM on Sep 24, 2011 at 6:21am

Night Of The Pumpkin Mystic...

ia700709.us.archive.org/10/items/ShamansTrek/Shamans-Trek.mp3

Walking the Hollowed Hills on a thin-misted night,
Stars glitter in and out of view,
Shadowed trees reach dark limbs,
Leaves rustle underfoot,
Dried grasses rustle the soft breeze,
Chills tingle spine,
Steps beat time,
Entranced,
Treading to the Underworld,
The place of pumpkins and candle smoke,
Where a faded flower dwells,
Seeking whispers and secrets,
Seeking the roots of time.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/24/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, December 15, 2017

October Rings True...

Post by AquarianM on Sep 29, 2011 at 12:44am

October Rings True...

www.truth-out.org/occupied-turn-occupiers/1317217697

The leaves rustle in Autumn,
Everybody knows it,
The winds of change blow chill and howl a bit,
Yet change comes,
Inevitable and powerful,
The mighty grow old and time heals and steals,
All part of a parcel,
The burdens are put to rest,
For as the leaves fly away on the wind,
The snow comes and buries all that died,
Letting it feed the soil,
Make it fertile for all that's new,
For everything struggling with heroic labor to spring forth,
That the world can be renewed,
Beautiful again,
Free in the sunlight and warmth,
Unabashed in a family of life,
Even the rain knows,
The old kings go,
Grizzled,
Grizzled,
Under October's early snow.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/29/2011
Last Edit: Sep 29, 2011 at 2:08am by AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, December 14, 2017

On Wall Street...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 1, 2011 at 4:14am

On Wall Street...

www.archive.org/download/OnWallStreet/OnWallStreet.mp3

Did you see Tony Baloney?
Did you see their crying faces?
Did you see freedom of speech,
Freedom of face,
Up against a car,
Freedom of neck,
Kneed onto hard blacktop?

Did you see orange,
Pretending to be red white and blue?

Have you heard yet?
Don't worry,
They'll get around to coming for you.

Just sit there,
Just sit tight,
Just zone into TV,
Every night.

The aliens already took over,
If they took you to their leader,
you'd wind up on Wall Street.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/01/2011

In support of the Occupy Wall Street protests going on around the world.
www.occupytogether.org/
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
 

Wednesday, December 13, 2017

Blended Seasons ~ Collaboration With Sugarmuser...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 3, 2011 at 10:36pm

Blended Seasons...

Seasons come and seasons go
they also reside side by side,
one man's winter is another's summer,
one man's chill is another's heat.

Sweet Summer sits with old gnarly Winter twice each year,
A brief respite as they pass each other,
One flying North,
The other sailing South,
"Let us play the game dear Cousin, and see what beauty we create."
Winter purses his lips,
Breathes a chill night mist upon the leaves of Northern trees in his opening move.

Summer temptress likes a cool flowing breeze to rouse the heated skin of sun bathers.
Her game plan is a simple one, clear the clouds,let sky blue hover endlessly
above for all to roam with thoughts of suntanned romance.
"I'll loosen muscles, free the mind and brighten smiles
with scented, floral arrays and bird calls."

Winter knows the plants are tired,
Creatures small and large full of hustle-bustle growth,
Soil has given up much to renewal of life,
He whispers to birds to gather in flocks,
Sending winds from the pole with chill rain,
Darkening the shortening days of the North,
Sending mortal thoughts to home and den,
Sweaters and jackets,
Candle light and restful reading.

Summer knows everything has rested
well enough to hop, skip and jump into
another bright season of water sports
and BBQs. Beckoning all to go outdoors
and spend some playful time together.
Energizing glow she shines upon all
who venture out to feel her warmth,
invigorating love and lust
everywhere she goes.
Winter watches with old knowing eyes as bonfires are raised on chill and starry nights,
Orion once again rising over the horizon,
He swirls a bolt of frigid air from far Norther Canada,
Sends it all the way down to Tennesee,
Sending his Pixie friend Jack Frost and all his cousins,
Dancing under dark clouds,
Painting windows and grasses with diamond dust,
Sealing the tawny-gold burst on grass and thistle,
Milkweed bursts and spider husks,
Even their silken bundles of waiting eggs,
Smiling softly his eye glints,
A shard of clouded ice.

Summer sees parades of swimwear
complete with hats and sunglasses,
toned beach bodies laid on the beach,
children building sand castles.
Clear summer nights where stars
shine brightest and their surrounds
are deepest set, the moon is happy
to have their company while drifting
on warm summers breath.
These are the nights when lovers hearts
beat a little more rapidly, tuned to the
excitement of summers prosperity.

Winter breathes a sigh full of twinkling frost,
Exhales a mighty gale that covers three states in deep snow,
Whirling and swirling it drifts,
Higher than a man's head in places,
Everything stops in place,
Lovers are stranded indoors with nowhere to go,
Spending the long quiet hours in each others' arms,
Before the world slowly starts digging out,
All the water stored for what comes in Spring,
Turns to Summer and winks a pleased smile.
Seasons come and seasons go
they also reside side by side
one man's winter is another's summer
one man's chill is another's heat.

Sugarmuser ( sugarmuser.u.yuku.com/ ) & AquarianM
( aquarianm.u.yuku.com/ )
(C) 10/01/2011 Sharon Brown and Daniel A. Stafford
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, December 12, 2017

If A Sparrow Falls...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 7, 2011 at 2:59am

If A Sparrow Falls...

Fragile life of soft crystal,
Drawn thin as lace,
Illusory solidity,
Fluid in a leaking and delicate relic,
Dependent on Angels,
Whim,
Mercy,
Luck,
The blind look through it vapid and unaware,
Total mistake.

If a sparrow should fall,
Will it rise up and fly again,
Joined by a flock of whirling feathers,
Angry birds circling,
Stirring up red-gold and flaming Autumn leaves?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/06/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, December 11, 2017

Ancestry ~ Collaboration With Allie612...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 4, 2011 at 12:56am




Ancestry...

Dia de los Muertos,
The day of the Dead,
Honored ancestors,
A festival of love and respect,
The missing link,
Perhaps.
I wonder if sugar skulls and marigolds can cross borders,
Between worlds or nations or generations,
Or do all leaves here vanish with the wind?


The leaves have all but disappeared,
From my ancestral topiary.
Base is a hollow cove,
Tree-Tattoos have long vanished.
Severed the connection,
To branches of time.
Perhaps,
Roots to the vessels before me,
Only as strong as my imagination.


Mom was strong in this world,
Leaving like a kitten,
Lovable but with sharp spots,
She's here with ghost pictures,
Noni and Nono,
Gramma and Grampa,
Aunt Birdene,
Noni's Mom,
Gramma Hazel,
They keep me company nights at work,
Help me remember life's precious worth.
It's my honor and duty,
That they live in my heart,
Like a candle that burns,
Just as long as I do.


Much of my ancestral bloodline,
Has been slashed at the source.
Psychotic dictator lay waste,
Filled past with screaming ghosts.
No branches remained vital,
To bear flowering fruit.
I am grateful two sisters immigrated,
But eleven stayed; thus their fate,
Relinquished to the abominable monster.
My grandmother and my aunt were left,
Grief stricken at such a profound level.
Articulation was tear filled and heartbroken,
Minimal were the words of Remembrance.


And so I look at traditions around me,
Seeking to salve what was broken,
By celebrating what love was,
Far more an honor, than bleak pain.

AquarianM ( aquarianm.u.yuku.com/ ) & Allie612 ( allie612.u.yuku.com/ )

(C) 10/04/2011
By Daniel A. Stafford & Allie Ilenez

Sunday, December 10, 2017

In The Space Of A Breath...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 19, 2011 at 1:41am

In The Space Of A Breath...

Life is a fragile dream,
Caught in a bubble of modern peace and prosperity,
One I could paint in whispers of your name,
A place of grace we only reach for a moment,
The flicker of a candle as a song gently ends,
The echo of notes in my mind,
A morning in your arms just before I go,
For the last time,
Something I didn't yet know,
A song that plays again once in awhile,
Brings me back the scent of our youth's beauty,
Iridescent like a flower encased in glass,
Like a dandelion gone to seed just before the breeze,
Time took us on the wind,
Scattered and aching,
You blew away.

AquarianM

(C) 10/19/2011
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Dedicated to those gone before they should be.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, December 09, 2017

Hard Science...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 22, 2011 at 3:27am

Hard Science...











"Black holes are not toys, my dear. They will EAT you."

And anything else...

The rays are hot and fierce,
Ignorance is no excuse,
For there are no loopholes in the laws of physics,
If you get sucked down a wormhole,
Or overheat your planet,
Dead and cooked is still dead and cooked,
Something we little dust-specks should know by gut,
By now,
And Darwin is getting a belly laugh,
No one gives a wayward comet what you believe sonny,
So pull your head out of your asteroid,
Before you get us all cratered,
You can delete your gene pool at your leisure,
But I'll get down on you like Ronnie Ray Gun's killer satellites,
Before I'll let you black-hole mine,
So go put your bag in the LHC beam if you want to,
But blast off from Wall Street and D.C. -
Because you belong in the farthest backwaters,
Of some obscure brown dwarf.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/22/2011

My take on the state of ignorance today.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, December 08, 2017

A Season Of Change...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 21, 2011 at 11:08pm

A Season Of Change...

Everyone gets bored at times,
But this Christmas I'm not,
It's all crazy,
The hours,
The learning curve,
The bells and the whistles,
Months of insanity I'm unwrapping,
It'll take me weeks to get the paper off,
They bought us out,
They brought us on,
Now I'm running ragged,
Alive and charged.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/22/2011

Big changes at work.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, December 07, 2017

All Sweetness And Light...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 3, 2011 at 6:03am

All Sweetness And Light...
All those sayings about sugar and spice,
And everything nice,
I guess a grandparent said that,
One day when it was a good day,
A day like yesterday,
All innocence and a smile,
Having a granddaughter is like that,
Happy and bright,
All sweetness and light.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12/03/2011

Note: For our Granddaughter Natalie Barry.

Natalie having fun at Chuck E. Cheese's:
youtu.be/CgfHEgMl_SQ
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Wednesday, December 06, 2017

A Life Of Depth And Breadth...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 1, 2012 at 10:57pm

A Life Of Depth And Breadth...

Words come to me in the slow places,
In quiet moments;
I wonder of the angels and muses that place them so carefully.

If my life seems out of focus,
A whirlwind of variety and interest,
I don't despair of it;
It is my joy.

The ground for all these words is deep and fertile,
Nurtured by experience and curiosity,
Watered by a lifetime of reading,
Turned and planted in the quiet hours of solitude.

There is an ocean in each of us,
Filled with fish only we will ever catch,
Darting and whirling and sparkling,
Glinting for our eyes only,
Only a few ever netted and shared.

Like all poets,
I love swimming.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 12-31-2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, December 05, 2017

The Last Blue Beauty...(Adult Image)

Post by AquarianM on Jan 5, 2012 at 1:19am

The Last Blue Beauty...

She lies on the soft moss of the river bank,
Naked as sweet cream and ripe strawberries,
A dream no one will ever hold,
A vision for voyeurs served up warm with a plate of Armageddon,
An orchestra of sweet flesh on the last night of Earth,
Leaving her lover,
Bathing in moonlight and starlight,
Incredibly blue,
Insanely beautiful,
Impossible.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/05/2012

Inspired by Kirsten Dunst in Melancholia. ( www.magpictures.com/melancholia/ )

Last Edit: Jan 5, 2012 at 1:29am by AquarianM
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, December 04, 2017

The Wisdom of Glass...(Oldy)

Post by AquarianM on Mar 2, 2011 at 12:07am

The Wisdom of Glass...

Glass is said to be a solid liquid,
But the time it would take a window,
To flow out of it's frame,
The physicists say would exceed,
The life of the known universe...


I think we all want to wind up under glass,
A race of spectacle spinning 'round,
Put me in a giant paperweight,
And shake up the snow, Baby,
'Cause I want to leave footprints,
Make my micro millimeter's progress,
Count out loud in Echo's pretty face,
Is the window warped yet,
And why is this paperweight on my desk,
A huge dandelion puff in the clear,
Over a wash of Navy Blue,
Bury me in a block of clear plastic,
A pen in each hand too,
And put my world under windows.

Maybe the wisdom of glass,
Will let them see through me,
To where the love is sweet,
Not any shade of molten blue.


AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/18/2002

Author's Comments


Aside - they have the most beautiful collection of
paperweights - hundreds - at the Chicago Art Institute Museum.
Doesn't it seem that whatever we wish to beautify,
glass is involved? Jewelry cases, hell, any merchandise case,
paperweights, pictures, church windows stained,
skyscrapers, lights......mirrors.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
---------------------------------------
All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, December 03, 2017

A Madison Flower Child Over The Moon...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 11, 2011 at 12:11am

A Madison Flower Child Over The Moon...



Have you watched That Seventies Show?
I went to part of Grade School and part of High School in Madison,
Late Sixties and Late Seventies,
Respectively respectfully,
My Mom really had that same haircut,
Just like the Mom on TV,
I can show you a picture if you want.

It was a time of art and buses and bicycles,
Freedom to run the city and Rockin' Roll,
All about wild and free summers,
More than a feeling,
Finding out if it was the right time of the night,
The golden era of the long-haired children,
Bell-bottoms and bigger bell bottoms,
Roller skates and Disco,
Sweet lips and soft fuzzy sweaters too magical to touch.

You might have thought it was another planet,
A sort of urban utopia in some ways,
Teen angst meets innocence in a tsunami of creativity,
The sort of place where anything could happen,
Skateboards to skeechin',
All you really needed was a decent bike.

Flash-forward thirty-three years,
It's a frightening number.


The Lord of the Sith has taken my City,
Scottwalker become Dirt Raider,
With his nineteen Palpatines,
An evil glowing red trying for the green,
Chief Storm Trooper for the council of...Ferenghi?
Wait! Gold-pressed latinum doesn't belong in this universe!
Help me, John Lennon!
Help me John Fogerty!
Where is Superman, Spiderman, the Hulk, or maybe Thor!

There's plenty of them marching in the streets of Madison,
The REAL super heroes,
The real deal,
The people who make it all happen.


They don't have super powers or capes,
No tights or light sabers,
No blasters, no phasers,
Just heart and soul.

I just know they'll paint the return of the Republic,
With masterstrokes of unity and solidarity and community,
Hearts that care for the Common Man AND his Sister,
They will one day vanquish the forces of Evil,
Sit their sorry behinds down,
Put a great big dose of Madison in their pipes and make them smoke it.

Now the whole world knows why I'll always think of that City as home.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/11/2011

In tribute to my Brothers & Sisters in Madison, Wisconsin. You rock!
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Saturday, December 02, 2017

If My Heart Were A Baked Potato...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 2, 2011 at 1:08am

If My Heart Were A Baked Potato...

I would slather it in your love-butter,
Salt it with tears of joy,
Top it with the sour cream of heavenly days,
Cool it with my last breath,
Just as I handed it to you on a silver platter...

But...

I can hear you say...

"Were you planning on hanging around to enjoy this with me?
Where's the bacon bits?"


AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/02/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, December 01, 2017

Lynn's Seed Oil...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 12, 2011 at 10:11am

Lynn's Seed Oil...

A gift from long ago,
A scent of your remembrance,
Shared in the dreams of life's loneliest moments,
A decade more of secret dreams,
Nothing you'd confide or share,
Empty heat and wasted passion,
A wilted flower that grows,
Something once-had,
Never forgotten or quite relinquished,
Slippery and pleasant,
An old comfort that's harmless.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/13/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #9.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, November 30, 2017

The Letter Army...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 19, 2011 at 1:48am

The Letter Army...

They come upon you in the night thousands strong,
Running you over with swords of phrase and euphemisms of glory,
Wild tempest of thought scattered like bodies all about,
The only thing left in the morning cloaked in mystic glory,
But ok,
What a mad night it's been.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #11 
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Big Hair...

Big Hair...

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Farrah was on my wall,
It started then and there!

Girls super cute with all that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Disco on the dance floor,
Shake out all that lovely,
Big hair!

Tease me with your tresses,
Big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Magic curling irons and blow dryers,
Big hair!
All over the movies hot n' sweet with,
Big hair!

Back to the future with her,
Big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Big Hair!
Soft, sweet and sexy big hair!
Lord how I miss that big hair!

[Big booming drum track & rock guitar]

Baby, baby, baby,
Rockin in the 80's,
Rock that big hair!

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/30/2017


Wednesday, November 29, 2017

Cat...Atonic...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 18, 2011 at 2:27am

Cat...Atonic...

Feline friends run in your dreams,
As always - independent,
Willful yet ignorant,
You try to coax them away from where the nightmares live,
But they're frisky and lure you closer,
To the point where sweat and worry wake you...

...and there the hungry little things are,
Staring at you.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/14/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #10. 
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

Coming Up Hot...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 22, 2011 at 10:31pm

Coming Up Hot...

Love is a drug,
But there's never enough...of you,
Of you,
In my nights,
In my sleep,
I'm coming up hot,
To breathe,
You in,
Like a line again,
Love is a drug,
But there's never enough...of you,
Of you...to breathe.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/16/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #12
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Monday, November 27, 2017

This River I Run...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 24, 2011 at 11:13pm

This River I Run...

There's a place I come from,
That little Midwestern town by the river,
I can never escape it's call,
No matter how far I go,
Trees green,
Water near the same,
Limestone and dams,
The festivals of summer,
A glimpse of peace crosses my face as afternoon sunshine,
As the boat cruises down the Rock,
I feel at home,
Where I know in my bones,
This place has never left my blood,
In spite of pains,
In spite of travels,
In spite of gains,
This river I run is at the root of me,
These banks hallowed ground,
My childhood screams it's name,
My family's fate has long been surrounded by it,
The seeming languid waters deceptive in their power,
My grandmother and grandfather,
Mother and father,
Brothers, sisters,
Cousins, aunts, uncles,
Near all have watched this water run by,
And timeless times I remember,
As lives flow slowly by,
Their seeming languid pace deceptive in their power,
And I thank God for moments most would call me fool for,
To cherish this small, unknown, struggling town,
This place so often ridiculed,
But as they often say here,
Beloit Wisconsin calls you,
One can leave,
But in some fashion,
Everyone winds up coming back,
Even if just in memory of times loved or hated.
Happy as I am,
I miss the river I run.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/16/2001

Author's Comments


This was driven home to me yesterday. I returned for the annual Riverfest, a small-town affair. My wife and I were out on my brother's boat with him and his wife, and even as my wife shudders at the smallness of this place, my sense of home screams at me in every familiar sight. Places where I cut my foot running as a barefoot child, the spot where my Noni & Nono lie in eternal slumber, where my brothers & father still call home. Places where summer was God's greatest gift and spring a blessed miracle. Yes, it's small there, but in some ways, I just can never leave.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 26, 2017

Sparks And Bits...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 25, 2011 at 6:56pm

Sparks And Bits...

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Everybody loves their sparks and bits!

Sparks will fly and bits will flow,
Off through the Ethernets they will go,
Where they stop no one knows,
Well,
Maybe.

Gremlins eat crackers,
Funny friends of Black-hat Hackers,
Code snakes and worms,
Trojan server farms,
Growing incredible Zombie swarms.

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Everyone loves their sparks and bits!

Shiny phones and laptop homes,
E-readers and tablet tomes,
We eat it all,
From a big screen on the wall,
Jello mind pudding,
With psyops topping,
Where it leads us is there any stopping?

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Everyone loves their sparks and bits!

I threw on my coat,
Went off to vote,
Maybe send the Future a sweet love note,
But the transmission was garbled,
By the touch-screen I marveled,
An ocean of Blue and Red,
It was all in my head,
Some wizard of Wall Street,
Votes in my stead,
Electronic proxy,
Sells water full of mercury,
Radium and lead.

Sparks and bits,
Sparks and bits,
Come swallow the working class,
Sparks and bits.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/25/2011

#evotingsux - twitter.com/#!/search?q=%23evotingsux
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Saturday, November 25, 2017

Utopia...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 2, 2011 at 6:13am

Utopia...

Speaking of dreams,
How is the world holding up,
On the shoulders of the "strong and mighty?"

Do you sing and dance all day,
Walking on rainbows and eating cotton candy,
Or sit on a golden throne?

Call out the cannons...

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/02/2011

"Rembrandt...Sleeping" poem #13
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Friday, November 24, 2017

The Dredgeman...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 13, 2011 at 11:32pm

The Dredgeman...

Out in the unmapped reaches,
Old places where no one longer goes,
Or knows,
Somewhere with forgotten secrets,
Sad things once whispered,
Now silent cold,
Something like a hard coffee-stained table,
Washed out to sea afloat,
Salt water does the fading,
Not sure if there's a shadow of a circle,
A dim idea you can barely hold,
Desperately-gathered driftwood,
Sitting in a quiet left-handed corner of Heaven,
Once-dreamed of,
A weak anchor for lost souls,
Sun setting slow,
In skies of magenta,
Gold,
Velvet rose,
Treasure map you can't any longer read,
Or hold,
On the wind,
I'm told.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/08/2011

Inspired by a minor character in Karen Russell's book, Swamplandia: www.amazon.com/Swamplandia-Karen-Russell/dp/0307263991

Thursday, November 23, 2017

Re-Greased Lightning...

Post by AquarianM on Apr 21, 2011 at 2:18am

Re-Greased Lightning...



Thirty-six years of rust,
Some fool's idea of "repainting" half-baked,
Scars of minor neglect,
All fleeing a moment-at-a-time,
Scrubbing, scrubbing, scrubbing,
Grade 0000 steel wool and leather gloves,
Hours and hours,
Tweak with metal polish and old rags,
New bearings and reflectors,
Chrome generator lights ordered and shipping,
Water bottle mount now mounted,
Maybe REAL new paint this Winter,
But this Summer I'm gonna go,
Greased lightning and a bolt of blue,
Thirteen inside on the bike I couldn't quite afford,
Back in the days of delivering newspapers and saving dimes,
Got my 1975 Connie for fifty bucks,
Put a couple hundred and some man hours in,
Just to be a delighted child once more,
Racing the wind,
Hearing Freddy Mercury in my head.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 04/21/2011 Photography and poetry

Author's Note:
I'm restoring my 1975 Schwinn Continental a bit at a time. The project blog is at: 1975continental.blogspot.com .

Queen - "Bicycle Race" - the uncensored original version : youtu.be/68Ze1ZcqnO0

Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Wednesday, November 22, 2017

The Poetry Garage...

Post by AquarianM on May 12, 2011 at 10:33pm

The Poetry Garage...



Ain't this just amazin'?

I park in a place for six or seven years,
That long it takes to pull in my energy,
A whim or a will or universal magic,
Dead classics come to life,
I wish it were some living wordsmiths,
But poetry of any kind beats bare tile walls,
And this makes me wonder if I can get a hundred poets,
To read from the tenth floor roof,
Raise this whole thing to another level,
Give it a dose of the living word.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/10/2011

Author's note:

All this just appeared in my parking ramp by work last week. Fascinating.

whizzyrds.blogspot.com/2011/05/poetry-garage-new-theme-for-downtown.html
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Tuesday, November 21, 2017

The Chocolate Wars...

Post by AquarianM on May 17, 2011 at 1:30am

The Chocolate Wars...


Chocolate Ninja


Chocolate Dragon

In a forked battle at Kung Pao,
Dark and drizzled was the day,
Fierce and furious with magic and heat flying about,
Mysteries that will never be solved,
Only sung about for ages and generations.

Hu Chia' Shinzo the Ninja Lord,
Fought the Terror of the Chokore-to Mountains,
The dark Dragon Shokora,
For fourteen days and nights.

There was steam and heat,
Cracked and split stones flew about,
As they battled on mountain tops,
Stalked each other in cloud valleys,
Raced upon the rustling branches of trees,
Swam between schools of mountain stream fish,
Neither staunch opponent was able to get the upper hand.

In the end, they held truce,
And the Lord invited the weary Dragon for dinner,
Which they held with ceremony and in splendor,
Under a softly glowing paper Moon.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/17/2011

Author's note:

The two images above have an interesting origin. If you've ever heard of the Turkish custom of reading the grounds of Turkish (exactly like Greek) coffee, you'll be able to appreciate this. (For those unfamiliar with the method, the reader sees images in the grounds, like an ink-blot test, then interprets them.) These came from my attempt to read the remains of a chocolate fondue dessert my wife and I had on Sunday evening. The Ninja Lord was her plate, the Dragon was mine. These are un-retouched phone camera shots of the two plates.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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Monday, November 20, 2017

Where Love Belongs…

Post by AquarianM on May 19, 2011 at 1:26am

Where Love Belongs…
Never wanted to be in a place that’s all alone,
Cold as stone,
Completely gone wrong.

Always wonder at the thought of getting tough,
It’s like giving up,
Deadly stuff,
Is it awful enough,
Just call the bluff.

“Beautiful danger” they think of love,
Because they don’t do it enough,
Love that is,
Sharing bliss,
Being this,
For everyone there is.

Don’t talk about masters and teachers you don’t know,
If you’re not willing,
To abandon the stone cold,
Leave the places where fear and anger grow.

Life is too short to make it more tough,
For anyone,
Anywhere,
All you need is love.

“Beautiful danger” they think of love,
Because they don’t do it enough,
Love that is,
Sharing bliss,
Being this,
For everyone there is.

There’s a world waiting inside our hearts,
That’s where it starts,
Where love belongs,
Before and after songs,
Healing wrongs.

It’s the only way we’ll all ever win,
Just let it in,
Put hurt to end,
Not for pretend.

“Beautiful danger” they think of love,
Because they don’t do it enough,
Love that is,
Sharing bliss,
Being this,
For everyone there is.

And the truth be known,
This is the only way home,
Where love belongs.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/17/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 19, 2017

In The Tumble...

Post by AquarianM on May 24, 2011 at 3:33am

In The Tumble...

That soft wet place where water meets sand,
The place where rocks and jagged glass are chipped and polished,
Turned to grains of sand and pretty beach glass,
Constant jumble of soft roar becomes a backdrop to everything.

Life is lived always in the tumble,
Ebb and flow and power you can hear and feel in your bones,
Even if the sound is so pervasive as to fade from hearing,
We become softened around the edges,
Ground down to the tiniest bits,
Scoured into pretty bits of tumbled wisdom.

Sometimes the sun is clear and bright and hot in our skies,
Other days cool metallic grey with clouds of chill,
Marked by fantastic or forlorn sunrises and sets,
Still the surf relentlessly jumbles us,
Never stopping even for a moment.

Be it lake or sea we all seem to be washed away,
A false notion of those who can't see,
For we're always here,
The grains of sand underfoot,
As each newborn walks with held-hand,
Wide-eyed down the beach.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/24/2011


Miller Beach, Indiana, Lake Michigan at sunset.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Saturday, November 18, 2017

The Devil's Anthem...(Mature Content)

Post by AquarianM on Jun 2, 2011 at 11:03pm

The Devil's Anthem...

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

Gettin' hard but you're old,
Feelin' a bit too paunchy,
Think the approach would be too raunchy?

No big deal,
'Cause we're cummin' for ya,
Got the bad 3-D for your tit-elation,
Just check our station,
You man the tentacles,
We got brand new spectacles,
We promise they're over eighteen,
Before they scream on your screen,
Hottest young stars are the brightest,
Maybe the tightest,
To make you dream,
Like flying cream.

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

We can make anything blow up,
Make you feel tough,
Gotcha ta like it rough,
Even hooked you,
On the morals of screw you,
Something we'll always do,
Make it feel nice,
For the right price,
Never mind the scum,
Helping your heart be numb,
Who cares anyway,
When you see it every day,
Every minute,
Just like you're in it,
Give it your best shot,
Because you're really not,
Keep your gun hot,
Viagra and cialis,
To make you hard and callous,
But you ain't got near the dough,
To touch that sparklin' ho,
So...

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

Politics don't matter,
People just scatter,
We'll suck you in,
Blow you and your mind until we win,
Everybody likes 'em thin,
So eat this and take a stab,
It's the latest from our lab,
If it gives you a belly roll,
Don't worry you can go,
Watch the meat on our next show,
So you don't have to roam,
From the wonderland in your own home.

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

If you figure out you've been a rube,
Your whole life by the tube,
Decide to share a peek,
Have the nerve to speak,
We know just what to do,
We'll up and come 4U2,
Give you Cuban school,
Make you the next fool,
Tell you you're no longer suburban,
Or even urban,
That's your turban,
Tell everyone we saw you wear it,
You'll just help us scare it,
The whole world my friend,
So in 2012 it's gonna end,
Maybe global warming storming,
Or comet Elenin,
Check us at seven.

Oh, say, can ya see,
Oh, say, can ya see,
By the light of the early tube...

Good God, y'all, what is it good for? But that's another song.
Welcome to the great land of capitalism and anointed saints.
The land of hypocrisy and hip-o-crises.
Tenderness is not a virtue,
Nor will empathy pull you up the pecker order.
Loving hearts are the true "underground,"
In the land ruled by the noses on the street of walls.

My Poppa gave me a funny name,
It's a cryin' shame.

Signed Yours Untruly,

Scarlett Angel Tan.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/29/2011
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Friday, November 17, 2017

This River I Run...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 24, 2011 at 11:13pm

This River I Run...

There's a place I come from,
That little Midwestern town by the river,
I can never escape it's call,
No matter how far I go,
Trees green,
Water near the same,
Limestone and dams,
The festivals of summer,
A glimpse of peace crosses my face as afternoon sunshine,
As the boat cruises down the Rock,
I feel at home,
Where I know in my bones,
This place has never left my blood,
In spite of pains,
In spite of travels,
In spite of gains,
This river I run is at the root of me,
These banks hallowed ground,
My childhood screams it's name,
My family's fate has long been surrounded by it,
The seeming languid waters deceptive in their power,
My grandmother and grandfather,
Mother and father,
Brothers, sisters,
Cousins, aunts, uncles,
Near all have watched this water run by,
And timeless times I remember,
As lives flow slowly by,
Their seeming languid pace deceptive in their power,
And I thank God for moments most would call me fool for,
To cherish this small, unknown, struggling town,
This place so often ridiculed,
But as they often say here,
Beloit Wisconsin calls you,
One can leave,
But in some fashion,
Everyone winds up coming back,
Even if just in memory of times loved or hated.
Happy as I am,
I miss the river I run.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/16/2001

Author's Comments


This was driven home to me yesterday. I returned for the annual Riverfest, a small-town affair. My wife and I were out on my brother's boat with him and his wife, and even as my wife shudders at the smallness of this place, my sense of home screams at me in every familiar sight. Places where I cut my foot running as a barefoot child, the spot where my Noni & Nono lie in eternal slumber, where my brothers & father still call home. Places where summer was God's greatest gift and spring a blessed miracle. Yes, it's small there, but in some ways, I just can never leave.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, November 16, 2017

Real Elephants Are Green...

Post by AquarianM on Jun 24, 2011 at 1:17am

Real Elephants Are Green...



Why go to the circus if there are no elephants?

All the world is a circus,
Without practice or choreography,
So who will smile and laugh if we can't,
Keep the elephants alive and happy like children?

Elephants paint pictures,
Eat books and give them back to you,
Trumpeters of wild places.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/14/2011

Author's note:
The notebook pictured is made from Ellie Pooh paper. ( www.mrelliepooh.com/ )
I quote:

"Mr. Ellie Pooh LLC is an eco-friendly Fair Trade company making
exotic gifts and paper made partially out of elephant poo!
Elephants in Sri Lanka are being killed at an alarming rate.
Humans are encroaching on elephant habitats and cutting
down trees. When elephants come looking for food, they are
shot and killed.

Our mission is to is to reduce some of the Human/Elephant conflict that is ongoing.
We plan to open handmade paper facilities in rural areas, train local villagers to
make paper and hire artisans to embellish our goods. We believe that this newly
created industry can directly contribute to the local economy. Our hopes are that
such an initiative will self educate the villagers into living, working and respecting
the elephant. Have them look at the elephants more as an asset instead of as a
threat.

Mr. Ellie Pooh’s paper products are 100% recycled. They are made up of 50% fiber
from elephant dung and 50% post consumer paper. There are no toxic chemicals
used in our paper making process. Natural vegetative binding agents, along with
water-soluble salt dyes for coloring are used. Mr. Ellie Pooh’s papers are
handmade, acid free and as organic as it gets"
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
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Wednesday, November 15, 2017

The Histories Of Ink...

Post by AquarianM on Jun 4, 2011 at 7:11am

The Histories Of Ink...

Tatau is now Tattoo,
Ancient beyond twelve thousand years,
An art and craft and rank,
Depending on where and when you're standing,
The history of your particular descendant of the craft.

This is not the collection of histories I put pen to paper for...

Every tattoo has its own personal history,
A way and why and all that culminated in ink on and under skin.

The Coffee Angel spoke to me of it this morning,
A sweet inquiry whether my ink was new.

A tiny bit of our ink stories were traded,
But customers were waiting - patient.

My remodeled and freshly-dedicated ink,
Her three inks she waited a lifetime for,
I wonder if she waited more than one life,
Someday I'll ask.

They call it India Ink,
From the land of elephants and color,
I wonder if elephants ever have tattoos.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 06-03-2011

My new tattoo that covered over an old one last Monday:

 
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, November 14, 2017

The Shores of Forever...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 5, 2006 at 10:44pm

The Shores of Forever...



The winds and waves,
Only together make the sands,
You stand upon walking,
The shores of life are long,
May you together create,
Daily the love you stand upon,
The shores of forever to reach.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
©1/07/2006

Author's Comments:
For Dan & Ola.
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Monday, November 13, 2017

Wounded Word...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 18, 2010 at 1:32am

Wounded Word...

The sound of your darkness whispers,
Like knife serrations and broken glass afoot,
The ghastly shape read from your lips,
Renders solely a world of dust,
A place from which I don't know how to fly,
Chained in gilt memories and dreams,
A soft and silent apocalypse of the heart,
The dross that composes each and every day,
The paint of your brush is the deepest-darkest blue,
A song that wilts leaves with every note,
A dirge of bones and silence,
Burst upon screens and print pages,
The clock is pushed to hyper-speed,
And the warp of your drive beggars the sunlight,
The only hope left is that your spells are all empty air,
Composed of the deepest nothing,
A made-up wounded word.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 11/18/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Sunday, November 12, 2017

Burning Another Year Down...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 9, 2010 at 12:40am

Burning Another Year Down...



I look up and see the angle of the sun falling further into South,
Listen to the rustle of clouds scraping leaves,
See the slow ignition of Autumn on the trees,
My feet kicking the ashes of Summer into forlorn piles,
Birds flocking on wires and weaving the remnant sky.

My bones feel closer to Earth,
Memories pass before my mind's eye like sad shades,
Old songs playing on my inner radio,
All the things that used to be glorious.

I know there's another Summer coming,
Yet I still need to bask in the warmth that's left,
Savor the sweet flavor of pumpkin in my coffee,
Ready all my lights and candles for the long Winter,
Say a little prayer for my ghosts,
Put the heavy quilts on the bed,
Snuggle in warm and dreaming with my Honey,
And ride this beauty out.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 10/09/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Saturday, November 11, 2017

Living Through The Hypocralypse...

Post by AquarianM on May 19, 2010 at 2:11am

Living Through The Hypocralypse...

It's nice and slick all about the sea,
A rainbow-dead shimmer where the fish & shrimp now sleep,
Like the hair on Wall Street as slick as greased glass,
Sad to say a full world of hearts shaped like an ass,
Everywhere you look under the covers there's a stinking stench,
The reek of stinking death with a plastic smile on His brown lips,
An Ivy-League creation to prevent another generation,
Where the rules of school are how to treat all souls as fools,
People sit there and say Disco sucks,
On their fat too-old to Rock & Roll asses,
Yet I want to forget marching in the streets and dance my way down them,
Laughing and fighting nothing but dreary airs,
I'm not going to let Death's wife Old Age take me,
I'll never go willing or apathetic off into the dark,
Not me,
I'm going to dance my way out of the rabbit hole,
Even if Synthetic were to become my middle name.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 05/19/2010
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Friday, November 10, 2017

A Silly New Era...

Post by AquarianM on Jan 27, 2011 at 3:38am

A Silly New Era...

I love to snark on Apocalypsia,
Drive the collective unconscious fluke into fits,
Of laughter and sense,
Point out that stone-calendar chippers can't always be trained in time,
And how the world's unlikely to catastrophize at any given moment,
I'll laugh as long as the skies are blue,
Just to make a point,
Sharply and with wit.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 01/27/2011

Author's Comments:
I've been doing a satirical blog on the 2012 phenomenon at dawn2013.blogspot.com.
(NOT poetry) What is it about Homo Sapiens that we have to keep predicting our own demise?
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Thursday, November 09, 2017

Snowbi Wan Kenobi And The Raging Blizzard Machine...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 2, 2011 at 2:49am

Snowbi Wan Kenobi And The Raging Blizzard Machine...


He walks hooded and bundled like a grizzled bear afoot,
Trudging the deep white waves titanic,
A figure of deep purpose and ancient wisdom,
Seeing the white-winded world howl all about,
Resolute,
Indomitable,
Unshaken.

For all the brave lights dotting the screaming whipped night,
A prayer of strength and warmth emerges,
It's a time of magic and mystery,
Epic in-the-making tale of Nature's awoken fury,
A time when there is no foe,
For all are drawn tight into the breech,
Nothing but heroism left to bear them up.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/02/2011 Chicago

Brief Youtube clip of the 2011 Blizzard caught by the lights of the Lyric Opera House, Chicago:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=8anDPFwkn9k
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Wednesday, November 08, 2017

Life After The Storm Of One Thousand Names...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 4, 2011 at 12:06am

Life After The Storm Of One Thousand Names...



It's all piled up like Tweeted hashtags,
The #snowmageddon look of #blizzaster,
A #snowgasm that had us all screaming "#snOMG!",
In fits of #snowverload amid bouts of wonder rivaling #blizzardofOz,
There's #snoway that you could avoid the #snowpocalypse that day,
It was #brrNasty outside and #blizzsteringly cold,
Enough to drive you #snowloko,
Surely not another #snowhype,
Stuck in the #snowopolis with #sheetsofsleet,
#Snowdin the #icepocalypse of #icemageddon,
A #snowapalooza of the #snowl of the nation,
Such a #snotoriousBIG #snownormous #Snowbowl,
Where #Snowprah is watching victims of the #tsnownami,
A #Chlizzard of cold wet #snononomous #snowhiteout Perdition,
Only saved by #Snowhumor in the #snonotonouswhiteness of it all,
One #Uwhited #snonation of #snowfail,
Now the #gamesnowver in #summerfail,
#Snowait,
I'm going #snowkeling on Lake Shore Drive,
A #snotastic scene of #icetaszter,
Lost to the #attackofthesnowclones,
But #snevermind,
I'm just dreaming of going #snowm.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/04/2011

The 40 Wildest pictures of #Blizznasty: www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/the-40-most-amazing-pictures-of-the-blizzaster-of?s=mobile
Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages

Tuesday, November 07, 2017

A Spin Around Dreamland...

Post by AquarianM on Feb 15, 2011 at 4:01am

A Spin Around Dreamland...

Slow slide slip down,
Snore peeks out,
Burbles above sand,
Fade into reality,
Just a whimsy-bit,
In-between state,
Not quite watching,
Not quite dreaming,
Mental snow-screen,
Anything is possible,
Just for that moment.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 02/11/2011

Author's note:
We took a trip to Morris and Ottawa, Illinois the other day, and looked through a few little shops along the way. In one called Deja Vu in Ottawa, I found these beautiful little leather-bound journals full of blank acid-free paper in shirt-pocket size. They are embossed with a photo of Rembrandt's Windmill drawing. I bought two for poetry on-the-go. I decided to fill the first with poems of sleep and dreams. I'm going to call the book "Rembrandt Sleeping." This is the first poem in the series.

Rembrandt Sleeping, poem #1


Words are the mind's bridge - it's connection to the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - it's connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.
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All of my published poetry is at:
www.lulu.com/spotlight/coloringbookforallages
For those interested, the journals can be found here: www.paperblanks.com/us/en/collections/1/filtered?menu=c1&collection_id=247