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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