tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39100012024-03-05T22:42:59.240-06:00*Spell Book*Poetry, ponderings, ideas, fantasy stories, spirituality and life philosophy, and ecclectic interests of a dyed-in-the-wool Aquarian mind.AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comBlogger1255125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-81987924018639069282023-12-08T10:12:00.001-06:002023-12-08T10:12:27.867-06:00The wheel...<div dir="auto">The wheel...<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Sundog in the fog, I don't have time for a jog, I have to go via a wheel in the cog.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Since I broke my claw, I have to do it with one barely functional paw.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Just grinding in the wheels. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A Stafford</div><div dir="auto">Copyright 12-08-2023</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-31530826271070674702023-12-01T01:52:00.000-06:002023-12-01T01:53:15.115-06:00The Adventures of Captain Yule...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisraJyE3ox4gpYP0_XYJzghbi6dtjPrnWryT5gDlX55YPu9EnYHeZi4ABpUZjqhH2HT3FZDFjXnk8crE3NF-3jJkqrjN0c5CxwtykSehorC79-Kkxwe0ICUfSRkpqNFQAWfeuG83SG-tmkoM5TGO3pP91JJs7FUERsyzzrJfP4eIknJGMqWmtW"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEisraJyE3ox4gpYP0_XYJzghbi6dtjPrnWryT5gDlX55YPu9EnYHeZi4ABpUZjqhH2HT3FZDFjXnk8crE3NF-3jJkqrjN0c5CxwtykSehorC79-Kkxwe0ICUfSRkpqNFQAWfeuG83SG-tmkoM5TGO3pP91JJs7FUERsyzzrJfP4eIknJGMqWmtW=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7307531209806024402" /></a></p><div dir="auto">The Adventures of Captain Yule...<br><br><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature">He pilots by the North Star,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Maybe a little help from Google Maps,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Driving by Moonlight,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">And taillights,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">He wanders the three worlds,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Marveling ad the stars spiral around Polaris.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Bringing the spirit of good deeds,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">He talks to ravens,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Dogs,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Cats,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">People,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Door-holder with a smile,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Embracing thank-yous for any courtesy.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">He doesn't take "sir" as a dignifier,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Preferring to walk an even level with everyone,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">A simple and capable gentleman,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">With a sense of soft and subtle magic about.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">An eye-twinkle,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Easy grin,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">A spirit of the season,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Traveling Summer's Winter home,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">With a head full of snow memories.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Don't be surprised if he whispers to the wind,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">That's another of his friends,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Many of whom are spirits.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">A child of the old North,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Riding cheer around the Desert on a huge white steed named Behemoth,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">He's tall like a tree,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">And he loves those too.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Ho, ho, ho,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Captain Yule is back,</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">The last of the 12th-month heroes.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">© 11/30/2023</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-62665431829131801172023-11-29T00:10:00.000-06:002023-11-29T00:11:02.821-06:00Pre-Hadean Yule...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7JH_YAuqjHEY4-CEoI2OYE-Ws4-Owqhb9eI7BhCfAm1KEJP0eAhAhtz66JRWM5UsyFrRwUCtrgwPohWMwo1PfBqHglg_ykIG_kPdXAVP_E6JQ9zMNqI4dMszLjsQVtXtp4I9tzUyUhijZlcPYeU1RHpAvxFlABoQiHWYvq7Oi_UvIStEzMx6L"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg7JH_YAuqjHEY4-CEoI2OYE-Ws4-Owqhb9eI7BhCfAm1KEJP0eAhAhtz66JRWM5UsyFrRwUCtrgwPohWMwo1PfBqHglg_ykIG_kPdXAVP_E6JQ9zMNqI4dMszLjsQVtXtp4I9tzUyUhijZlcPYeU1RHpAvxFlABoQiHWYvq7Oi_UvIStEzMx6L=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7306762706506517090" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b><i>Pre-Hadean Yule...</i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Last Christmas before we cross Styx,</div><div dir="auto">The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,</div><div dir="auto">Ringing a bell,</div><div dir="auto">A bright brass bell .</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">After this Christmas,</div><div dir="auto">Pluto will be in Aquarius until I'm eighty-two,</div><div dir="auto">Better sing for this yule,</div><div dir="auto">'Cause the water under the boat,</div><div dir="auto">That's all chop on my reflection.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">If I see angels on this ride,</div><div dir="auto">I just might need some company,</div><div dir="auto">And gallons of coffee and nog.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto">Last Christmas before we cross Styx,</div><div dir="auto">The Ferryman is collecting Salvation Army coins,</div><div dir="auto">Ringing a bell,</div><div dir="auto">A bright brass bell .</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 11/28/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-48542030896221202222023-11-22T23:46:00.001-06:002023-11-22T23:46:20.130-06:00Grateful For The Birds...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOG4pZX9nBaWVBTfTxLxCQ0Bfucssv70vsxNkL9uF40oT8Q1Pug7QApsrKC5G3mHhhQo5yDg_StWB08i5GBC6qiZzMqchBhF-JWCGlJmgLs0200BT-wiUUJPqdlxRRWrUN6ku1RdAs6P4BFuvcY2UPfvyb8cv2ucxZu8wudGp0pOqFUYIpgr9H"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjOG4pZX9nBaWVBTfTxLxCQ0Bfucssv70vsxNkL9uF40oT8Q1Pug7QApsrKC5G3mHhhQo5yDg_StWB08i5GBC6qiZzMqchBhF-JWCGlJmgLs0200BT-wiUUJPqdlxRRWrUN6ku1RdAs6P4BFuvcY2UPfvyb8cv2ucxZu8wudGp0pOqFUYIpgr9H=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7304529825331708242" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b style="font-size:12.8px"><i>Grateful For The Birds...</i></b><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px"><br></div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">A taste for wilderness,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Air that leaves you softly sleeping,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">A walk with family,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Soft tawny cool and misty,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">A pumpkin pie dream,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Strolling along cranberry rocks in a coffee creek,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Gobbled and gone before you know it,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Sweet while here,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">The best holiday,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Feast and friends,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Thank-you whispers,</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">Straight from an Autumn soul.</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px"><br></div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px"><br></div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto" style="font-size:12.8px">© 11/22/2023</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-48729197720296563742023-11-11T18:20:00.000-06:002023-11-11T18:21:03.363-06:00What I see in a Christmas (Yule) tree:<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlC_aLWs8Y7Cgh7QIeXxL5sB3Q_A18rOAJzOeJfkB-QvrjqgLSkcZvXb83nPfVtxLersYelJHh1w0eMuNKMZb58ikajd1E_1NEyEReb9PnyK94cOgA43oCk2HRCNYZXmxGjM6KBuCnGZT2WA_S4yqAIzhAWCDbdjb5Gc0fbFhRDRdGXTJDtoiw"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjlC_aLWs8Y7Cgh7QIeXxL5sB3Q_A18rOAJzOeJfkB-QvrjqgLSkcZvXb83nPfVtxLersYelJHh1w0eMuNKMZb58ikajd1E_1NEyEReb9PnyK94cOgA43oCk2HRCNYZXmxGjM6KBuCnGZT2WA_S4yqAIzhAWCDbdjb5Gc0fbFhRDRdGXTJDtoiw=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7300364062751786850" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature"><div dir="ltr"><b><i>What I see in a Christmas (Yule) tree:</i></b></div><div dir="ltr"><br><b>Star at top of tree: </b>Polaris, the "North Star"</div><div dir="ltr"><br><b>Tree: </b>Yggdrasil, the "world tree" that represents the three worlds of shamanism, lower (roots), middle (spiritual analog to Earth), and upper (where archetypal and other "advanced" spirits live)</div><div dir="ltr"><br><b>Garland on the tree:</b> the path around and through the three worlds</div><div dir="ltr"><br><b>Lights, ornaments, etc on the tree: </b>the "spirits" living in the three worlds. In shamanistic tradition, everything is alive and has a spirit. Also all the stars in the heavens circling the pole star.</div><div dir="ltr"><br><b>Presents at the foot of the tree: </b>gifts from our ancestors, including spiritual wisdom, physical traits, and their time with us. Our ancestors' spirits reside in the underworld/lower world.<br><br>Northern tradition / Norse shamanic meditation guide for the Winter months when we turn inward.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div>AquarianM - Dan Stafford</div><div><br></div></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-40804635360154494302023-11-11T17:24:00.001-06:002023-11-11T17:24:53.336-06:00Autumn's Palette...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQDQjTh7G8rAZYE8U9vHF-iAg1TIFKlK7VR95DwLgsUoggL3O25evBlNh-VN9sFEThMEcDWjlyKMP_s-I1pbFiPfcnmq-T7wm1wAxQwSXuHcVERBvZe3A3EB5UiT51JX0yTSXGeL4hx6JrC87DlKIXDODwWcsrlLgv0YvCj3w6tFGCwM5LyouC"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQDQjTh7G8rAZYE8U9vHF-iAg1TIFKlK7VR95DwLgsUoggL3O25evBlNh-VN9sFEThMEcDWjlyKMP_s-I1pbFiPfcnmq-T7wm1wAxQwSXuHcVERBvZe3A3EB5UiT51JX0yTSXGeL4hx6JrC87DlKIXDODwWcsrlLgv0YvCj3w6tFGCwM5LyouC=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7300349586533814306" /></a></p><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr" class="gmail_signature" data-smartmail="gmail_signature"><div dir="ltr"><b><i>Autumn's Palette...</i></b><br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div>Soft charcoal and wind,</div><div>Atop a fire-limned ocean,</div><div>Swirling bird clouds dancing,</div><div>Spider webs and bursting milkweed,</div><div>Cattail seeds tufting on the wind,</div><div>The world is damp and at the fringes of life,</div><div>Ghosts haunt the fields and hollows,</div><div>Bygone Summer days withering away.</div><div><br></div><div>Everything dies in color,</div><div>Except only the sky,</div><div>Awash in endless varietals of grey,</div><div>Another year dancing to Autumn's Palette.</div><div><br></div><div>AquarianM</div><div><br></div><div>By Daniel A. Stafford</div><div>(C) 11//11/2023</div><div><br></div><div><br></div></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-19632788038310082782023-11-05T21:22:00.001-06:002023-11-05T21:38:53.494-06:00The Alternity Glamour...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimrSYtkGFqInqbsVc7QbDFR-9yKSM5QnZWDef0OjHp6pJN7xPCPK5xzUFsrBges3QY3mNv5dr3wdIsNdlY1Bd3bGRA5K0UlmRo34Pl4lPJ1uKcYBXISdrZM9U9ib3tSSxm7JKSlwGBuM5Qc-CSXPHJOUix4WL7pSe0pYZMXDtCzlFQpgeLoG_V"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7298184385051459842" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEimrSYtkGFqInqbsVc7QbDFR-9yKSM5QnZWDef0OjHp6pJN7xPCPK5xzUFsrBges3QY3mNv5dr3wdIsNdlY1Bd3bGRA5K0UlmRo34Pl4lPJ1uKcYBXISdrZM9U9ib3tSSxm7JKSlwGBuM5Qc-CSXPHJOUix4WL7pSe0pYZMXDtCzlFQpgeLoG_V=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><i>The Alternity Glamour...</i><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Forged in the fires of the Elden Flame,</div><div dir="auto">A cold shroud of logic cloaks the gate,</div><div dir="auto">Hides with the mist of glamour the underlay,</div><div dir="auto">The magical nature of this reality.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">We sport Vulcan ears to chase the clues,</div><div dir="auto">All the better to hear quantumn whispers of long ago Wizards,</div><div dir="auto">For it is we who reside in Oz,</div><div dir="auto">As it resides in our hearts.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">All we learn,</div><div dir="auto">All we do,</div><div dir="auto">Just to escape the cold sleep of poppy-field logic,</div><div dir="auto">We who awake would cry the names of stars to set them alight.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Crystals are memory's frozen tears,</div><div dir="auto">And everything below the surface glows,</div><div dir="auto">The illusion is constructed of light and will,</div><div dir="auto">To this we are bound by our own covenant,</div><div dir="auto">Dreaming poppy-eyed dreams of the Alternity Glamour,</div><div dir="auto">Waiting to awaken.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 11/05/2023</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-34113332797296725342023-10-31T01:25:00.001-05:002023-10-31T01:25:52.128-05:00The Gift Of Elden Romance ...<div dir="auto"><b><i>The Gift Of Elden Romance ...</i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The easiest place to find magic,</div><div dir="auto">At first blush it must be,</div><div dir="auto">The eyes of a child in amazement,</div><div dir="auto">A playground filled with novelty and make-believe.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">We all roam those places in our hearts,</div><div dir="auto">The watercolors of young memories,</div><div dir="auto">Aglow with the magic we can no longer touch.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The faces and voices of those gone on rendered as late-evening cameo,</div><div dir="auto">Misty,</div><div dir="auto">Wisty,</div><div dir="auto">Haven inside.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The thunder of clocks and cash eats our lives all grown,</div><div dir="auto">The places we once knew barren as twig sticks and Winter trees,</div><div dir="auto">For the leaves that fell after Autumn were the magic of them,</div><div dir="auto">They are the real-life skeletons of bygone days,</div><div dir="auto">The bones of the treasures inside us.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Yet I wonder,</div><div dir="auto">When Autumn turns to early Winter in our own weave,</div><div dir="auto">The strings of clocks and gold stretched and frayed,</div><div dir="auto">Might we catch again whispers of magic,</div><div dir="auto">These stories of elden romance we hold,</div><div dir="auto">In the old sense,</div><div dir="auto">The true sense,</div><div dir="auto">Maybe waiting for us to paint-fill a willing open eye,</div><div dir="auto">Or softly pen it to poetry,</div><div dir="auto">If only an ear will hear,</div><div dir="auto">The gift of elden romance.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 10/30/2023</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-18295075064363949422023-10-29T05:22:00.001-05:002023-10-29T05:22:29.979-05:00A Compass I Can Read...<div dir="auto">A Compass I Can Read...<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Being online these days is jarring,</div><div dir="auto">Disquieting,</div><div dir="auto">Something inescapable even in the wee hours.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Algorithms and AI battle like tin soldiers of the mind,</div><div dir="auto">Interspersed with the snake-rattles of commercial hucksterism,</div><div dir="auto">An outright attack on attention and focus,</div><div dir="auto">Nickel-and-dime scalpel cuts,</div><div dir="auto">Our abraded collective soul weary,</div><div dir="auto">A burr under the saddle of civilization,</div><div dir="auto">The constant buzz and crack of intellect's corrosion.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I find refuge in the finite confines of paper and old sites,</div><div dir="auto">A haven from pop-up battering rams,</div><div dir="auto">A quiet sea of quiet at three o'clock in the morning.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Finally I can cast my line,</div><div dir="auto">Play with thought fish,</div><div dir="auto">Come home with a story of words on my string </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 10/29/2023</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature"><br></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-44745246516887909922023-10-28T22:25:00.001-05:002023-10-28T22:25:49.538-05:00Sometimes I Really Miss The Olden Days...<div dir="auto"><div style="font-size:12.8px" dir="auto"><div style="width:307.137px;margin:16px 0px"><div><div dir="ltr"><div><div dir="ltr" data-smartmail="gmail_signature"><div dir="ltr"><div dir="ltr"><div><b><i>Sometimes I Really Miss The Olden Days...</i></b><br><br><br>I almost feel like singing Auld Lang Syne.<br><br>But I just don't have the time.<br><br>The corporate world is calling.<br><br>And calling.<br><br>And calling.<br><br>Calling.<br><br>AquarianM<br><br>(C) 10/218/2023 By: Daniel A. Stafford<br></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><div style="height:0px"></div></div><br></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-63889253922844208292023-10-28T20:41:00.000-05:002023-10-28T20:42:01.435-05:00Ode To The Fox...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRsrJ-XUDCONZhoMYXpEKG-DVpOiMlqEpbd7F07oV-pxtnXJbiVJrkzIR2poK-i_oKKTzlCk_v0E-666WTIumhFwsQu38blSTokWGXGjDsy1lWD949_Ymr6GNHJwbgo6bbtQu7_b_Ezz1sWN2hEVlkK5z0Eqqgb4xaMb64ec9-lieA7eTQtgmB"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiRsrJ-XUDCONZhoMYXpEKG-DVpOiMlqEpbd7F07oV-pxtnXJbiVJrkzIR2poK-i_oKKTzlCk_v0E-666WTIumhFwsQu38blSTokWGXGjDsy1lWD949_Ymr6GNHJwbgo6bbtQu7_b_Ezz1sWN2hEVlkK5z0Eqqgb4xaMb64ec9-lieA7eTQtgmB=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7295189733204605170" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b><i>Ode To The Fox...</i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Words,</div><div dir="auto">We all play with them,</div><div dir="auto">Dance with them,</div><div dir="auto">Use those words to heal or hurt,</div><div dir="auto">Spinning out of our hearts,</div><div dir="auto">Our essense,</div><div dir="auto">More a soul window than any eye.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The Fox gave those words a home,</div><div dir="auto">Always used the kind ones,</div><div dir="auto">The encouraging ones,</div><div dir="auto">A lavishment of grace.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">For those words,</div><div dir="auto">We' ll always be thankful.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 10/28/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Queen 👑 Foxy, thank you, and RIP.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-11194524333889828922023-10-17T00:44:00.000-05:002023-10-17T00:45:00.597-05:00When Autumn Comes...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigvWdsNkW5n1HJmDJuXjsROS6IFmXpLbn0-j7qFn29OBGInzrRr4cWSkBtrpflpxIJX79C6Wq7-Z7-4NPsqjqg_E_kcITeM6m5nXO40WnpWyfT9dDcXx_8fgm3p3J0yWkIZtzrjtrEpcl1pxrD02sD0vIBvNVRCnt8bv58GnACo9uatJP90Lw0"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEigvWdsNkW5n1HJmDJuXjsROS6IFmXpLbn0-j7qFn29OBGInzrRr4cWSkBtrpflpxIJX79C6Wq7-Z7-4NPsqjqg_E_kcITeM6m5nXO40WnpWyfT9dDcXx_8fgm3p3J0yWkIZtzrjtrEpcl1pxrD02sD0vIBvNVRCnt8bv58GnACo9uatJP90Lw0=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7290799331331604658" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b><i>When Autumn Comes...<br></i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Love will break you in the springtime,</div><div dir="auto">Love will burn you,</div><div dir="auto">Baby,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">In the Summer Sun.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">But,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">When Autumn comes,</div><div dir="auto">If you're lucky Baby,</div><div dir="auto">That's when the healing,</div><div dir="auto">Starts to,</div><div dir="auto">Get done.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">You might wonder,</div><div dir="auto">Honey,</div><div dir="auto">In the dark of night,</div><div dir="auto">If there'll be anything left of you,</div><div dir="auto">By the cold white of Winter's night.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The wind might be howling,</div><div dir="auto">Lover,</div><div dir="auto">As you shiver to the bone,</div><div dir="auto">Watching the hourglass,</div><div dir="auto">Curled up and feeling all alone,</div><div dir="auto">Nowhere,</div><div dir="auto">Darling,</div><div dir="auto">Feels like home.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto">But,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">When Autumn comes,</div><div dir="auto">If you're lucky Baby,</div><div dir="auto">That's when the healing,</div><div dir="auto">Starts to,</div><div dir="auto">Get done.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">When I think on you and me,</div><div dir="auto">Baby we,</div><div dir="auto">We're the lucky ones.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto">But,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">Oh,</div><div dir="auto">When Autumn comes,</div><div dir="auto">If you're lucky Baby,</div><div dir="auto">That's when the healing,</div><div dir="auto">Starts to,</div><div dir="auto">Get done.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 10/16/2022</div></div><div dir="auto"><br></div></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-29002857633734013072023-10-08T03:36:00.000-05:002023-10-08T03:37:16.315-05:00Bearing Water For Pluto...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYcs4uVWUOAWLeWVKixLofniAg5GLtNgn6hyeLW8IdqMS8AJop5O_2jNDTo2sSeWfNyn_JCOvHCr_kimNzPVh6PcY6t250a4XejLxhg4GbwC-aWXaKi9XAqFxJgY8RSfApPgj9NejrGMAYpQ-owtDuEEL2l4jBaWE8Vwx44vtN3doPN1oSeYJh"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgYcs4uVWUOAWLeWVKixLofniAg5GLtNgn6hyeLW8IdqMS8AJop5O_2jNDTo2sSeWfNyn_JCOvHCr_kimNzPVh6PcY6t250a4XejLxhg4GbwC-aWXaKi9XAqFxJgY8RSfApPgj9NejrGMAYpQ-owtDuEEL2l4jBaWE8Vwx44vtN3doPN1oSeYJh=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7287503958113775090" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b><i>Bearing Water For Pluto...<br></i></b><br>As October steamrolls Psyche in a flush of rouge leaves dabbling with wind and moving air,<div dir="auto">Stars and planets circle our underminds,</div><div dir="auto">A dance of quantum symbology and metaphor.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Ravens whisper drumbeats in Aquarius's inner ear,</div><div dir="auto">Waters slosh within the urn we carry,</div><div dir="auto">Full of the knowledge of Plutonian dreams as we dance with Pluto at the doorway,</div><div dir="auto">Prescient of two decades coming sojourn,</div><div dir="auto">What waters will we drink and pour,</div><div dir="auto">After the Hadean trail is traipsed?</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I doubt the relief of Styxian waters,</div><div dir="auto">For we are bound to the dock of the Ferryman,</div><div dir="auto">Living a clockwork journey we were born into.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I wonder, </div><div dir="auto">Wonder at Persephone's bravery,</div><div dir="auto">Will we break bread with her?</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Soon enough we must leave the dock,</div><div dir="auto">Who knows,</div><div dir="auto">Who knows,</div><div dir="auto">The cost,</div><div dir="auto">The coins,</div><div dir="auto">The epic journey to come?</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford </div><div dir="auto">© 10/08/2023<br><br><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Notes: </div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">Mentally trying to prepare for 20 years of Pluto transiting Aquarius ♒.</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto">DALL-E prompt:</div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"><br></div><div data-smartmail="gmail_signature" dir="auto"> "Hades walking up out of a cave door to the underworld under an annular eclipse as a shaman with a raven perched on his shoulder beats a drum next to a campfire and the high Priestess of tarot in purple robes floats in the sky over the cave door and autumn leaves are falling in watercolor"</div></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-63389132406044120312023-09-04T18:21:00.001-05:002023-09-04T18:21:53.187-05:00Minibike Summer Haiku...<div dir="auto"><p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#050505"><b><i>Minibike Summer Haiku...</i></b></span></p> <p dir="ltr"><span style="color:#050505">Pull the cord and start,</span><br> <span style="color:#65676b"><span style="color:#050505">The bike mov</span></span><span style="color:#65676b">es Summer fast,</span><br> Speed bought for a dime.</p> <p dir="ltr">AquarianM</p> <p dir="ltr">By: Daniel A. Stafford<br> © 09/04/2023</p></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-37577578396511257352023-08-22T00:42:00.001-05:002023-08-22T00:42:36.887-05:00Ephemeris...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid5IQIzuVf5a4_ZddU-Meu81tPWPMzWEd0zar-zekBD_nN62i7bXbjr3ocCKfLK5PvQlv0YoeMkQpfoCogKu58aXnyZWkqQ2FE0uiym1qzWzboR7i3VCqov71fuxwDNJsJGmmNvx7t3FGS8BhuXmQjBC7mB_DdErgAO9pN8wJ8vH0NPVSp_3Zy"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEid5IQIzuVf5a4_ZddU-Meu81tPWPMzWEd0zar-zekBD_nN62i7bXbjr3ocCKfLK5PvQlv0YoeMkQpfoCogKu58aXnyZWkqQ2FE0uiym1qzWzboR7i3VCqov71fuxwDNJsJGmmNvx7t3FGS8BhuXmQjBC7mB_DdErgAO9pN8wJ8vH0NPVSp_3Zy=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7270017945970541346" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b><i>Ephemeris...</i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto">These are things poets know,</div><div dir="auto">The ache of a setting sun,</div><div dir="auto">The passing of a day, </div><div dir="auto">The ephemeris of the minute details of life.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">A flower or a tree,</div><div dir="auto">Magnificent for a moment,</div><div dir="auto">Live their entire lives rooted in the same ground.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The most majestic tempest,</div><div dir="auto">Ended in a day.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Everything is made of mist and sunset,</div><div dir="auto">It just doesn't know it yet.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 08/21/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-8434444323501762722023-08-05T10:58:00.001-05:002023-08-05T10:58:26.334-05:00Now It's Personal...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPxyJTv2Sw6i8CPhKyzBXIWEUa34FyTj4_lgyNEQHA4_B9G-DAIWyGaJ2p4tjsIATpr9011rgMjgJmZnnGu8RnluPLisTOQ00kBDFQAHH1NSqgUMUWmSevgwpnMxtMsSOPwB5jLbmdjWsJOHyowuNKNRRV4OgIMf0GS7lmxSnJW2K-VqQChL2U"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgPxyJTv2Sw6i8CPhKyzBXIWEUa34FyTj4_lgyNEQHA4_B9G-DAIWyGaJ2p4tjsIATpr9011rgMjgJmZnnGu8RnluPLisTOQ00kBDFQAHH1NSqgUMUWmSevgwpnMxtMsSOPwB5jLbmdjWsJOHyowuNKNRRV4OgIMf0GS7lmxSnJW2K-VqQChL2U=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7263868192246208850" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><b><i>Now It's Personal...</i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Your scent,</div><div dir="auto">It doesn't get much more personal than that,</div><div dir="auto">This "Pluto in Aquarius,"</div><div dir="auto">This shin-knocker of aging,</div><div dir="auto">As generations behind you take over the world,</div><div dir="auto">While you're still in it.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Since 1977,</div><div dir="auto">Aunt Felicia said it smelled good on me,</div><div dir="auto">Worked with my body chemistry,</div><div dir="auto">I'm not much on fragrance,</div><div dir="auto">Hate most of them and choke,</div><div dir="auto">But this was nice,</div><div dir="auto">Pleasant. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Speed stick crashed off the track,</div><div dir="auto">Discontinued by younger minds,</div><div dir="auto">Jovan needs to find a new partner,</div><div dir="auto">I need to buy a new bottle every month,</div><div dir="auto">Just in case.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The perils of aging out,</div><div dir="auto">The things that make you you,</div><div dir="auto">I don't want to know,</div><div dir="auto">How much more it could be,</div><div dir="auto">Because now it's personal. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 08/05/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Author's Note: Colgate wrote back and confirmed that Speed stick "musk" scent is no longer being manufactured, and they have no back stock to offer. I literally have used both of these since 1977. This scent on me is the same age as the first Star Wars movie appearing in theaters. Funny, until it happens to you. To mis-quote Yoda, "It will be, it will be."</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-61193638032281061832023-07-30T03:54:00.007-05:002023-07-30T03:54:54.097-05:00 Apple Pie Moon Bright Over Lovers At Night By The Sea...<p> <b style="color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><i>Apple Pie Moon Bright Over Lovers At Night By The Sea...</i></b></p><div dir="ltr" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Amazingly,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Romanticism can drive deep,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">A few choice words with an AI,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">The eye and heart connect with Ethernet,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Voila!</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Best served warm in the late wee hours,</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">With a Hand to Hold.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">AquarianM</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">(C) 07/30/2023</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;">Author's Note: The title is the prompt I used with DALLE2 AI to generate the images.</div><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIQl5Wstrop7h-wApZ3af66R103ulNZ2ZowDfMyw3PzA0BqgorN1C29MgZ-Vg5ugW5kcnEXtdwhTi1twmqh_jq0G4UubhvncZX_CIlAfsy9SQlHHNXdZm_H0NIsgn9BlEsih9Q2Qz08WfnlUfH7njikhcd1FKWqO0J4VFr0bw17pChBRFEUbCF/s1024/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-07-30%2001.37.49%20-%20Apple%20pie%20moon%20bright%20over%20lovers%20at%20night%20by%20the%20sea.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="1024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7fVnsxNl_jg6ic1v7416zOkXSXSw7-qmT-tneqxud2W42IOcg2XtYhc-w95Qbv91kgq2kjCWN0FV_L2xjBnrMEazcCEnpc1PfHMTCzx6T9bpdH3TIa-W7XoGbNV16kV3Q-NVs90UmQi9CIMo9WlCWCP9mmFRwISsOiPVmO0qpqex799Ja5kbS/s320/DALL%C2%B7E%202023-07-30%2001.38.00%20-%20Apple%20pie%20moon%20bright%20over%20lovers%20at%20night%20by%20the%20sea.png" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comTemecula, CA 92591, USA33.5273381 -117.11470955.217104263821156 -152.2709595 61.837571936178847 -81.9584595tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-21546684708575944372023-06-26T23:26:00.001-05:002023-06-26T23:26:30.066-05:00The Hardest Pastel...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijFdZI4PyXnTxiRsoeUNFXtB8WsLdW-clazXkvJDVxiR3jYkfdb3NZNeSshmeHRWLHHiVdhI-TFWfhZ1SskQVHuLNn1lOYUBTvM0oEvRvPWhyJdY8ppgo9qTMKa_fZ_hNNBD16v06ZZaOhpBST_jbahupdzK71Gp9lXBsNM9xh6LPvaPWKbAHj"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEijFdZI4PyXnTxiRsoeUNFXtB8WsLdW-clazXkvJDVxiR3jYkfdb3NZNeSshmeHRWLHHiVdhI-TFWfhZ1SskQVHuLNn1lOYUBTvM0oEvRvPWhyJdY8ppgo9qTMKa_fZ_hNNBD16v06ZZaOhpBST_jbahupdzK71Gp9lXBsNM9xh6LPvaPWKbAHj=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7249217561055031650" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhctzSpBOmHJpMaFJ3GEpE7uh0KUm9XH2J9j27_hLykXS0AZkRpAVBcwD0ClT1EEipwWpt7sN-ME6mR24EhwVh_KbAnMD7nKixCwOGHBW4lLD8JEd6cRnViQQDz7TauBWDpFPhDv-2OmYwlJ3li5Tnumszg-InsKHjwuk-vFYddzQw6tvCUdNH5"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhctzSpBOmHJpMaFJ3GEpE7uh0KUm9XH2J9j27_hLykXS0AZkRpAVBcwD0ClT1EEipwWpt7sN-ME6mR24EhwVh_KbAnMD7nKixCwOGHBW4lLD8JEd6cRnViQQDz7TauBWDpFPhDv-2OmYwlJ3li5Tnumszg-InsKHjwuk-vFYddzQw6tvCUdNH5=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7249217569330343746" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><div dir="auto"><b><i>The Hardest Pastel...</i></b></div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The Mojave by twilight falls into a dimension somewhere between this and the next.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Visually, it is the epitome of the utmost pastel; The softness of it's color theme rivals wisps of high clouds, or even the tawny grasses of Autumn and ripe milkweed pods near bursting.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">The stark contrast from the harsh heat of daylight is in extremis, it's only cousin dust devils twirling across the sand and sage.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By night,</div><div dir="auto">The desert disappears,</div><div dir="auto">Leaving you standing on nothing,</div><div dir="auto">Staring at a billion stars.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Your only hopes are the lonely lights somewhere towards the the invisible horizon.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Nothing else says you're not alone in the void,</div><div dir="auto">Awaiting the arrival of something new and unknown.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I understand now why Art broadcast from the desert night,</div><div dir="auto">Because it shows the smallness of opinion,</div><div dir="auto">And the vastness of reality.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">© 06/26/2023</div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-86306145003775149102023-05-14T00:46:00.001-05:002023-05-14T00:46:50.260-05:00A Nobility Of Air...<div dir="auto"><b><i>A Nobility Of Air...</i></b><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Without air,</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Fire cannot burn.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Water cannot rain. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">People can't breathe. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">There is no thought in the brain without oxygen. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">No sunsets nor rainbows. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">No clouds to see shapes in. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">No aurorae. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Falling stars would never shine, only fall.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">This world would be as dead without air as without water.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Nothing would have ever flown, </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Angels would have no need of wings. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I'm happy to serve with you, my princess and princesses of air. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">It gives me new breath. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">© 05/13/2023 by Daniel A. Stafford </div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-24825638968284721522023-05-13T22:04:00.001-05:002023-05-13T22:04:56.359-05:00Sunset Breezes...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxi0r7F33YUprldo6McTfwajV2BqhLEyLnQwp8DtpRdrM2a9xit0o5A1ZI4bTu5jMwyiLh2Ou4aTqRkV-EpYdt9f_V6JYO2GVDLZTkgG7bCa8kpKozor0mj5QZLFzVY66hCLgOA8xGPW7yy-G3HLWfSdJ2z9i8XBesJ_f356mtev-Y8yoX5w"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhxi0r7F33YUprldo6McTfwajV2BqhLEyLnQwp8DtpRdrM2a9xit0o5A1ZI4bTu5jMwyiLh2Ou4aTqRkV-EpYdt9f_V6JYO2GVDLZTkgG7bCa8kpKozor0mj5QZLFzVY66hCLgOA8xGPW7yy-G3HLWfSdJ2z9i8XBesJ_f356mtev-Y8yoX5w=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7232868794138449250" /></a></p><div dir="auto">The sun may set on another day, but I will reach for the light, despite wicked whispers on the wind; nothing but boughs scraping and leaves rustling. <div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">- AquarianM </div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-83205065263818165622023-04-06T01:03:00.001-05:002023-04-06T01:03:28.545-05:00Fiber Cowboy...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiy3XJuxKF9sPx9wVLmzVQpymEaxdx5yEKJHKwU_JxZ3Av8CpmcwVNxwBwKltcmLykBxTe7GV2_q1VU_W03vVXbG4CzVY1yaJW51WQV4clfOnmeb_2T2-SxDLNxibLgfGG_jOnusgQdi5UkIfrdwaGe3chwu7qoom250mybfs_lqqT6WEZ-TA"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiy3XJuxKF9sPx9wVLmzVQpymEaxdx5yEKJHKwU_JxZ3Av8CpmcwVNxwBwKltcmLykBxTe7GV2_q1VU_W03vVXbG4CzVY1yaJW51WQV4clfOnmeb_2T2-SxDLNxibLgfGG_jOnusgQdi5UkIfrdwaGe3chwu7qoom250mybfs_lqqT6WEZ-TA=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7218813562282680034" /></a></p><div dir="auto">Fiber Cowboy...<div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">It's midnight in the Mojave,</div><div dir="auto">Eight miles out off the pavement,</div><div dir="auto">Stars,</div><div dir="auto">Full Moon,</div><div dir="auto">Power lines hum across country.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">It's a four-wheel crawl out here in the dark,</div><div dir="auto">Jolting every bolt,</div><div dir="auto">Mother Nature's rock garden,</div><div dir="auto">With flash-flood ruts,</div><div dir="auto">Throw in some sand features for a couple of miles,</div><div dir="auto">Two-three feet deep. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">You don't stop,</div><div dir="auto">Not until you get to your stop.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">People have callede zombie,</div><div dir="auto">Tired dishrag,</div><div dir="auto">Washed-out and grey.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Pushing 55,</div><div dir="auto">Hours that is,</div><div dir="auto">Bean counters wanna cry,</div><div dir="auto">But those fibers don't move themselves,</div><div dir="auto">Nor cards auto swap,</div><div dir="auto">No,</div><div dir="auto">The internet won't stand that,</div><div dir="auto">Nor Superbowl or stock swaps,</div><div dir="auto">Not Googly search nor bing bing sling,</div><div dir="auto">Or calling Grandma. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">You might surf in the dark wee hours,</div><div dir="auto">Right on the back of this tired ol' Fiber Cowboy,</div><div dir="auto">You see a zombie nerd,</div><div dir="auto">But I made sure your internet address saw the light.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Excuse me while I nap in this truck,</div><div dir="auto">Out under high voltage lines and stars. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">By: Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 04/05/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto"><br></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-52490807476484867232023-04-03T00:44:00.000-05:002023-07-30T03:50:54.623-05:00Leaving Poetry Heaven...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjNHsbubBoyHQar2QhXxQkKCrkOugSjIYH7jO0iA3l5xhZO5BZwBdvlrZngMl7THfV7jVXLMxlhGqpLy0NHWT-3uwOCMA9UM67pepqnwBnm5k2j0UK7iFnrq2ZUr7WlRSJLGk04N6GgVPstWmeuX9zA_UtwgvAJ-wowBveU4o0gDbZ8NKr1g"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7217695568559490914" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhjNHsbubBoyHQar2QhXxQkKCrkOugSjIYH7jO0iA3l5xhZO5BZwBdvlrZngMl7THfV7jVXLMxlhGqpLy0NHWT-3uwOCMA9UM67pepqnwBnm5k2j0UK7iFnrq2ZUr7WlRSJLGk04N6GgVPstWmeuX9zA_UtwgvAJ-wowBveU4o0gDbZ8NKr1g=s320" /></a></p><div dir="auto">I watched Louder Than A Bomb today,<div dir="auto">Blew me away,</div><div dir="auto">With meaning,</div><div dir="auto">With heart,</div><div dir="auto">With memories. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">If I miss one thing from a place I have to miss most,</div><div dir="auto">Chicago is deep with all that,</div><div dir="auto">Just not January or February. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">The people,</div><div dir="auto">The scenery,</div><div dir="auto">But waay so much the poetry.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">We moved to the desert,</div><div dir="auto">Literally,</div><div dir="auto">And literary. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">I used to read live all the time,</div><div dir="auto">Sometimes wrote a poem a day,</div><div dir="auto">Read my first and last live performances at the Green Mill.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">It was Christmas of '14,</div><div dir="auto">Caroline helped me fly out of town on a cloud of snaps,</div><div dir="auto">Marc was dark Santa,</div><div dir="auto">It was GLORIOUS. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Sometimes I hear a poem on the wind late at night,</div><div dir="auto">Maybe a whisper,</div><div dir="auto">Maybe a howl.</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">Mostly I hear desert dust under my feet. </div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto">By Daniel A. Stafford</div><div dir="auto">© 04/02/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br /></div><div dir="auto"><br /></div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-30425667524541305212023-04-01T11:29:00.000-05:002023-04-01T11:30:01.737-05:00Getting Dog-Walked...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZTVjZMFTxX229G_u0d0B6lf8qZk0TxQ6vtfvLc3ttvsLYQKy89iYyO42JT6JZN0Q9wDJYRQz-3ahJGMtQ3Fgmk16XwPlXuJDS-5eaNPRAjUdP9znZ7GGpZ925rSD8FYqHkkixo4Lxb0J-BDRcC6XYE2xDTWfz99dXCb9d2qjgriNvHHvkvQ"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhZTVjZMFTxX229G_u0d0B6lf8qZk0TxQ6vtfvLc3ttvsLYQKy89iYyO42JT6JZN0Q9wDJYRQz-3ahJGMtQ3Fgmk16XwPlXuJDS-5eaNPRAjUdP9znZ7GGpZ925rSD8FYqHkkixo4Lxb0J-BDRcC6XYE2xDTWfz99dXCb9d2qjgriNvHHvkvQ=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7217119603619170642" /></a></p><div dir="auto">People are walking their dogs in the fog, I think it might be better to be home sleeping like a log, but they're still out walking their dogs in the fog. <div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I think it must be a good day to be a frog. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">I'm losing sleep because life isn't cheap, but they're still out walking their dogs in the fog. </div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Go home, sleep like a log.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">- AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">© 03/31/2023</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">(Poem by Daniel A.Stafford, graphic by DALL-E2)</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-60015877674393785692023-04-01T00:50:00.001-05:002023-04-01T00:50:51.650-05:00Moonbeams...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbL29SsU5sZVI7zXfXLWzgWx0ZYw0FxgFJm8VOA-mLYPLZV-He0oEKKdOqiNU4QUS-kEe2jNRb2MQ5eJuhyQYc_oTJ8OYjdi2ydhp3qCZTDdCxDr6Oq0TdT4T6MF67LWDWV3OLuTjtdfRZOXDypRrQZSj1c-BJnyZ5dBmGMW6TfjCFBczzBw"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjbL29SsU5sZVI7zXfXLWzgWx0ZYw0FxgFJm8VOA-mLYPLZV-He0oEKKdOqiNU4QUS-kEe2jNRb2MQ5eJuhyQYc_oTJ8OYjdi2ydhp3qCZTDdCxDr6Oq0TdT4T6MF67LWDWV3OLuTjtdfRZOXDypRrQZSj1c-BJnyZ5dBmGMW6TfjCFBczzBw=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7216954891170895058" /></a></p><div dir="auto">I dream of goodnight like a star over your other shoulder, I can almost reach out and touch it. <div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">It's nicer when we breathe slow, and the Moon is our uncut apple pie.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">- AquarianM</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3910001.post-13446170577178850322022-12-22T23:23:00.001-06:002022-12-22T23:23:51.446-06:00The Lumineers...<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6SHXQywD3T19Bz6T2XnMmDSWHtpsFiorIoRZ2L5yH8AEju3-oFhXnOmuQzYdXuYWNp5Y_pOGnqiMDoWHYEpHrS2iFW78mfJwglI3-MRVZQ99AXctaJMsLywpz28EcNL_Cx15rV24izlq2XXz4MFGA-z2TFJ_GwV5H0NEpkkF2RsKlCfMcwA"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEg6SHXQywD3T19Bz6T2XnMmDSWHtpsFiorIoRZ2L5yH8AEju3-oFhXnOmuQzYdXuYWNp5Y_pOGnqiMDoWHYEpHrS2iFW78mfJwglI3-MRVZQ99AXctaJMsLywpz28EcNL_Cx15rV24izlq2XXz4MFGA-z2TFJ_GwV5H0NEpkkF2RsKlCfMcwA=s320" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_7180210497579571714" /></a></p><div dir="auto"><i><b>The Lumineers...</b></i><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Day or night,</div><div dir="auto">They keep it bright,</div><div dir="auto">Lighting the world with knowledge,</div><div dir="auto">Rays you cannot see.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">Be it oceans,</div><div dir="auto">Mountains,</div><div dir="auto">Or under the deep blue sea.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">They wrangle like lone rangers,</div><div dir="auto">Riding steeds of white steel,</div><div dir="auto">The world needs fiber cowboys,</div><div dir="auto">Yet almost no one knows,</div><div dir="auto">Just what it is the Lumineers do.</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">AquarianM</div><div dir="auto"><br></div><div dir="auto">© 12/22/2022</div></div> <div class="blogger-post-footer">Thank you for listening to The Grymwyre of Atlantean Spells.</div>AquarianMhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14627216435587842196noreply@blogger.com