Monday, October 26, 2020

A brief Status Update - And A bit Of History...

 

A brief Status Update - And A bit Of History...

 Hey All, just a few notes:


I was given a copy of an entire poetry website by the previous owner. The site went offline in 2015, and it happens to be the first place I ever published a poem, starting in May of 2000. Yeah, I've been writing poetry for twenty years now. Kind of amazing. 


The site was Lightverse.com - and I had 1.725 poems published on it by the time it hit the iceberg of hosting fees and joined the Titanic. Several poets I knew had many poems on there, including an old friend from high school in Madison, Wisconsin who brought me to the site in the first place. I guess you could say he's the reason I wound up becoming a poet, or at least why I found out that I was.


So the former owner gave me a backed-up copy of the entire website, as I was saying, about one year ago. Well, in the course of my past year's studies in IT, I have learned a very basic understanding of Windows web server, otherwise known as IIS. I have figured out how to make the web site partially run on my own PC, enough to recover the poems out of it. I will probably be at that for a few years. I've so far recovered one page out of 36 pages from the list of my poems.


So I spent this weekend hunting down an old Windows laptop that wasn't being used among my Madison people, and I got into the thing from here in California and spent about 14 hours wiping it clean, upgrading it from Windows 7 to Windows 10, installing IIS web server on it, and dropping a copy of Lightverse.com on it so it could be delivered to my old friend. He has no PC of his own, he's a street musician / busker in downtown Madison. He had been using the PC's at his church or the library.


Well, thanks to another Madison friend who donated the older laptop, the guy who got me started on poetry will be able to get his poems back from a dead site beginning tomorrow.


For my next trick, I want to see if I can start up a virtual live poetry venue for my area here in California. There is nothing here right now, it's literally the desert. 


Don't be surprised if I invite some of you. Or all of you. 


A little too tired to write more at the moment, but will soon.


Dan

Friday, October 23, 2020

Coming Home

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/23/2000 3:11:01 PM
10/13/2020 1:54:17 AM
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Coming Home

When I'm little again, and I need a friend, I feel like coming home.
When the day is done, and I need to run, I'll be coming home.
When I'm all wore out, I've screamed a shout, I'm coming home.
When I'm all alone, and I realize I'm not a stone, I'm coming home.
When memory returns, and nostalgia burns, I'm coming home.
When I miss you so, 'cause I had to go, I'm coming home.
When the old days are in mind, and I need somewhere kind, I'm coming home.
When the holidays are here, and I need to be near, I'm coming home.
When I love you true, and you're feeling blue, I'm coming home.
When the spring is here, green is near and dear, I'm coming home.
When the ship turns 'round, and my feet hit the ground, I'm running home!

AquarianM


By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/23/2000

Author's Comments

Home is such a good word.


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I Want It Now!

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/20/2000 12:08:55 AM
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I Want It Now!

Never mind your kind doings of the moment, I want it now!
I can't forgive letting you live, if you don't give it now!
I don't care, who you're helping there, I want it now!
I can't wait, I know I'll gyrate, because I want it so badly now!
It's the American way, in business today, to want it right now!
If you don't bring it home, I'll come right through the phone, because I want it now!
You can't get away, that's what I say, because I want it now!
If you have a life, I'll fill it with strife, yes I must have it now!
I'll scream and beg, threaten and fight, to get it right, now!
If you starve, if you breath, I'll carve and I'll heave, give it up right now!
Forget the plan, the details that ran, through my fingers like water and sand, right now!
I don't care how, make it work right now!
If you can I'm your fan, mister telephone man, I'll praise you to the moon, but now!
I'll jump up and down, I'll look like a clown, I don't care, just now!

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/20/2000

Author's Comments

A picture post card from behind the lines in telecommunications today.


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Suebttfly9@yahoo.comhttp://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Garden/98437/24/2000 12:00:50 AM
Sadly, it seems this is the period of time where we do want it now.
Impatience thrives.

Serenity In Transit

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/18/2000 11:51:18 AM
9/27/2020 6:51:49 AM
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Serenity In Transit

Sailing on through the dark, a purpose in mind
Destiny yet to fulfil, trillions of miles to kill.
Awaiting a spark, out here in the dark.
Sleeping while we run, work yet undone.
Goals so grand, they clap when they stand.
Out here alone, the radio links me to home.
Marvels in wire, lofted on fire.
My birth they await, ticking clocks and bated breath.
Years will they dream, of completing the scheme.
Brothers and sisters I've lost, in bright and brief holocaust.
I am unaware, but I own grandeur so fair, do I really get there.
Quietly, grandly, of my fate I partake. With each transmission, history is mine to make.
This is the legacy that allows me such unaware serenity, while I am in transit to my brief time of glory.
However it turns out, they shall hear my celestial story.

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/18/2000

Author's Comments

Dedicated to the persons from every nation who have taken the time and effort to enrich our knowledge of our environment within the solar system and beyond. This is to the teams who patiently wait years while their probes transit across the neighborhood of our local star and then bring us awareness of where we live. Such grand explorers are they!


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Self Contained

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/18/2000 1:41:25 AM
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Self Contained

Passion inspired, delights desired, untouchable.
Self contained by these moral chains.
Eyes wide open, nostrils flaring, with you there, I'm helplessly staring.
Self contained, I am restrained.
Beauty I see, brings the wildness in me, but no way free.
Self contained, we have abstained.
Emotions on high, you don
't even have to try, to make me fly.

Self contained, this has never been drained.

Sparking the fires of heated desires, you and I live wires.
Self contained, passion reigned.
My heart nearly bursts, you tell me the worst, but I loved you first.
Self contained, it is ordained.
The addiction to you rules, impassioned fools, used like tools.
Self contained, I am quite pained.
Cutting remarks that freeze my blood, ego lying in the mud.
Self contained, it's rearranged.
Queen of my pain, fire in my brain, burns through the rain.
Now at the end of it all, you're quite self contained.
Have you ever, truly ever been pained?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/18/2000

Author's Comments

Old endings.....remembrances of their darker side.


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Floorin' It

 

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754

Floorin' It

Find a fresh wheel, at a price that's a steal, and I'm floorin' it.
Summer winds I leave behind, blowing through my hair in time, to me floorin' it.
Rockin' so loud, impressing the crowd, and I'm floorin' it.
My Sweetheart is here, beauty so clear, and I'm floorin' it.
Winding down the street, hoping to meet, I'm floorin' it.
Prancing machine, sounding so mean, I'm floorin' it.
It's all going my way, cruise night today, and I'm floorin it.
The engine is clean, a gleaming American dream, and I'm floorin' it.
The wildness of youth, remembers the truth, and I'm floorin' it.
I'm havin' my fun, and always I'll run, floorin' it.

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/18/2000

Author's Comments

What can I say? I'm a guy, I love cars.......


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Little Brother

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/17/2000 11:07:17 PM
9/22/2020 1:48:39 PM
854

Little Brother

Do you remeber way back, when you would attack, laughing for the fun?
Do you remember the times we had, the joy and all the fun?

Play on, little brother.

Do you remember us watching there, as Perseus filled the sky with bright flashes?
Do you remember back in your garage, fun house number one?

Play on, little brother.

Do you recall the tears, hot questions when we were fools?
Do you remember sharing sorrows, and arguing over tools?

Play on, little brother.

I remember womens' faces, smiling guilefully.
I remember children laughing, playful, happy, and free.

Play on little brother.

I remember projects worked, the fun we had on them.
I remember playing games, up oh way past ten.

Play on, little brother.

I remember so many things, younger more pleasant days.
I remember closeness then, in far more speaking ways.

Play on, little brother.

I remember watching you, you lit the Silver Moon.
And I'll always be watching, listening to your tune.

Rock on, little brother.

By: Daniel A. Stafford

Author's Comments

Dedicated to a family member AND close friend. Too far away you are.


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Lost Silk Slippers And Dreams

 

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Lost Silk Slippers And Dreams

To my old friend,

I know the thinking. I know the feeling. 

I have very, very much been in the same falling apart rotten pair of shoes, the bear traps that claw at you. 

All I can say is that time will rust them away enough for you to step free, even though the solid iron grasps you now and appears immutable. 

Someday, you will hang those shoes in a corner of your closet, 

And you will see them once in awhile, 

And remember when they were silk slippers before they grew their teeth, 

As you turn and realize what a wonderful Lady stands before you. 

I give you this spell, 

I make you this prophesy. 

But before it can come true, 

You must fulfill your period of mourning for the death of the silk slippers you once wore. 

This is because, 

When we lose one we love so much, 

And they are gone from us, 

It matters not the means, 

It is still the death of a cherished part of our life. 

I remember my grief. 

It still can bring me down at times if I dwell in it's memory too long. 

I feel sorrow at seeing you in these straits. 

But I know that now, I am still alive, 

And there is a joy in my life greater than before. 

Since you my friend are still alive, 

You'll feel like living once more. 

That is when life becomes possible to honestly be in again. 

Time is a healer. 

Wishing is not. 

Friendship is the bandage that binds your wounds. 

Your own intelligence is the immune system that heals them over time. 

None of them work instantly, 

And for that I am sorry. 

I had my days in the bear claw trap, 

The one made in the forging fires of a lost love. 

And at times, 

I remember my own silk slippers and smile, 

Hoping they are faring well, 

Irrespective of old pain, 

But mindful of joys I was allowed to live. 

And live again.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/17/2000

Author's Comments

I'll be glad when you smile again, my friend.


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Mia JenningsMia@pconline.comhttp://www.pconline.com/~cwj/miwha.htm5/18/2000 12:11:40 PM
This poem was absolutely beautiful, and touched me deeply.

Thank you!
Mia
Claudklugecc7/19/2000 10:31:14 PM
Hi

It occurred to me that as poets we tend to be somewhat
self-centered at times and thereby miss a lot of good things
that others have to offer.
I, therefore, have undertaken to read and comment on all
the poems posted on the 50 most veiwed and 50 most recent
catagories. I can find some good in the poorest of poetry
and something to critisize in the best of poetry.
The project may take some time but the fact that you are
reading this should indicate that I've read this piece and
enjoyed, at least, some if not all of what you ‘ve written.
I'll leave the judging to the experts. It.s enough for me to
know the you cared enough to share your work with us all.
I would also encourage you all to share your thoughts with
me and all the others that have contributed to this website.
Just remember:
A SONG IS NOT A SONG ‘TIL YOU SING IT
A BELL IS NOT A BELL ‘TIL YOU RING IT
LOVE IS NOT PUT IN YOUR HEART TO STAY
LOVE IS NOT LOVE ‘TIL YOU GIVE IT AWAY

Claud

Dreaming We Are

 

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10/2/2020 3:23:11 AM
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Dreaming We Are

Where does reality come from? I tell you, some feel from God.
Is reality our true home? As long as the flesh can stand.
How does reality reflect our wants and needs? In the moments of our emotions.
What is this reality we percieve? The small piece of creation we each can see.
Is reality truly changeable? Only where you believe.
Is reality malleable? Only in dreams we weave.
What of reality do our actions change? The perceptions of the hearts around us.
What is the greatest portion of reality we can share? The divine gift of love.
What is the most real? The memories of love and teaching we leave in this reality.
How can reality truly grow? Never stop planting the magic seeds of love and knowledge, kindness and integrity.

Reality is the expression of our hopes and dreams....and our pursuit of them.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/17/2020

Author's Comments

What we believe and do reflects through this universe like ripples on a pond.
There are tidal waves, and there are gentle rockings. Both are needed to
make a whole world, and there are powers bold and subtle. All of them boil down
to how we perceive and how we act upon that perception.


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At the Sea Road Gate

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/16/2000 11:34:57 PM
9/26/2020 3:10:24 PM
888

At the Sea Road Gate

As we meet, at the sea Road Gate, the sun filters down through the trees.
The limestone pillars standing like guards to the path, a breath of warm summer breeze.

Rustling leaves sing their soft song, gentle hues of green and yellow abounding.
Their shadows dancing upon the path, and from the garden instruments of our song sounding,

Here is a place where peace holds sway.
At the Sea Road Gate I saw your sweet gentle face today.

You twirled and laughed, walking in quiet joy.
At the Sea Road Gate, I see you play with happiness like a bright hued toy.

As the stones wind along the edge of the path, so do we follow.
If such should ever come, the Sea Road Gate, without you would be hollow.

I smile inside, for I know the sound of the waves.
At the Sea Road Gate, it is our love which saves.

Our picnic lunch we share, on the bench at Sea Road Gate, beneath grand oak trees.
The sights an sounds of you, so happy, so beautiful, weakness in my knees.

How I wish forever lived, at the Sea Road gate.
I think I'll drink up every drop of these moments, before our hours are late.

Walk with me love in the myriad shadows and sunshine dancing with us, down to Sea Road Gate.

Let us drink up the warm cup of our special moment, savoring every draught like a man dying of thirst.

The magic of Sea Road Gate is forever.

AquarianM


By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/16/2000

Author's Comments

Don't miss a fleeting moment. They're only once.


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Star Horse

 

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10/14/2020 4:35:32 PM
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Star Horse

Constellations shining in the night, twinkling, laughing, so pretty and so bright.

Whisper Pegasus.

Laughing, we bring our telescopes, in the yard to play.
We stare up into the night, in our youthful ancient way.

Rise, Pegasus.

The dreams of the ancestors, twinkling in the sky.
A never ending wishing well, all our hopes so high.

Run like the wind, oh Pegasus.

A nightly twilight show, changing, yet unchanging, day after day.
Celestial grandeur, awaiting lovers and dreamers to wisk away.

Pegasus, where have you flown?

Are you out there waiting, flying over Orion's shoulder?

Are you flying higher than hopes and dreams would dare to go?

I would soar, could I share your wings. Perhaps a dream will take me to your twinkling celestial palace.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/16/2000

Author's Comments

I so love looking into the night sky. My imagination flys away with me then. When I was a young Airman, at the age of 17, I was stationed in New Mexico, out in the desert. Oh, the skies there! Unbelievably you could see! Nights in the park out in the desert with a telescope and a friend to share musings. Our night skies are so much less in the great cities. Make a point of doing one thing in your life. Go somewhere it is truly, truly dark, and spend a night lying down and looking up. You will know true awe then.The sailors will tell you. To see the stars, so, so many.


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Going Back There

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/16/2000 12:20:41 AM
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Going Back There

I can't capture you, you're gone.
I miss you, and it's been so long.
You were my companion, right there by my side.
Do you remember, how fun it was to ride?

I turn and see a smiling face, reflected in your youth.
We rode in the sunlight then, or raining, it's the truth.
Our largest care was getting there, just because we could.
Not far remove from sunshine days, sailing tiny boats of wood.

It's all there in my mind, our never forgotten days.
You made it much more fun, in many, many ways.
Floating down the creek, in our rubber boats.
Chasing magic, living magic, hoping yet to float.


Your father took us all away, for naturalistic fun.
Little brothers, you and me, we made the down river run.
Water there was so clear, yet we couldn't see.
How hard, how difficult, growing up would be.

All for the fun. The races lost and won.
Bicycles and wind up toys, until the setting sun.
There was magic, a place, a time, when we owned all the world.
Our fates since then have intervened, time and distance unfurled.

There is one thing that you should know, and it's true until the end.
There is a special person in this world, I'll always call my friend.
You know the early heart of me, you know my roots and all.
I hope that friends we will always be, winter, spring, and fall.

In my mind and heart of hearts, I'm going back there.
In the deepest parts of me, I remember the summer fair.
In the sunshine as we were, and as we still should be.
But the best part will be the times, you're laughing there with me.


By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/16/2000

Author's Comments

This is dedicated to my friend since 7th grade, Luis. We haven't had a lot of time together in the last several years.
I miss it. I miss us being so care free and having so much fun with so few worries. I miss us laughing together
most of all. I know we will again.


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Writing to The Silence

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/15/2000 5:24:52 AM
10/21/2020 6:46:06 AM
808

Writing to The Silence

Our souls we bare, in pieces there, not directly to a soul, yet directly to every soul.
In our way, we have to say, the things that lurk and shine inside.
The only answers we hear, a one sided conversation, speaking to the silence inside us.
Loud is the call of the silence, long the ride.
Fill it up, with letters that we trust, stirring through the dust, in the corners of kind resonating minds.
Our spirits cry out, to be heard, remembered, cherished.
In the end what we know is silence.
We write to the silence, letters carry us on, for futures unknown to ponder.
Write, write, letters to the silence.
That way, in pieces day by day, some how we can know you.
There is a little bit of love hidden there, just in the knowing.
Oh won't you write your letters to the silence today?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/15/2000

Author's Comments

We all go, but do we go on? Writing leaves at least shadows of us in the collective soul.


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Marlene Million/Poet Lady 11rosejune@netnitco.netwww.marlenemillion.com9/23/2004 10:18:14 AM
As from one Poet to another poet, I hear you through the silence and in this poem *smile* Marlene

Up & Out

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/13/2000 5:07:40 AM
10/14/2020 12:49:40 PM
4685

Up & Out

Since I was just a little tyke I dreamed of UP & Out.
Mother, take me for a walk on the Moon. Take me Up & Out.
In situations of gravity, send me to lightness, send me Up & Out.
Rockets thundering in my mind, dreaming Up & Out.
Electric visions of future voyage, traveling Up & Out.
Europa, watery jewel encased in icy crown, I'll see you Up & Out.
Jupiter, demanding, intensity under pressure, you dominate, Up & Out.
I think I'll make my fortune now, mining an asteroid, working Up & Out.
You know, my dreams they take me there, flying Up & Out.
Planets await someone to make them home, lonely Up & Out.
Visions of colonies under domes, vacations Up & Out.
Television brings dreams of there, pretty guesses of Up & Out.
I think I'l invent a UFO, because they're so slow, to get us Up & Out.
All our chances in one world, we need to be Up & Out.
All my friends just smile and say, "He's thinking Up & Out
I watched the miracle on TV, when I was just 8, they got to go Up & Out.
The thunder of the Sun, roaring Up & Out.
Maybe someday, maybe someway, I'll help us Up & Out.

There's worlds and futures awaiting us, not too far Up & Out.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/13/2000

Author's Comments

My passion. My wish to help. My dream of helping bring us to a better place, before my soul goes Up & Out.


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Starlight on Rain

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/13/2000 4:23:21 AM
9/18/2020 6:58:28 AM
1066

Starlight on Rain

In the deep times, in the night times,
I remember you.
Under the stars, however so far,
I reflect on you.
Quietly, I softly tread to your house in my mind.
I remember an aching heart.
Never speaking, always feeling, a lifetime teaching,
I remember a breaking heart.
A smile through the tears, living worst fears,
I reflect through those times.
Away in the night, in quiet soul's light,
Your memory it glows.
Days of my youth, love is a truth,
What has become of you?
One that I loved, in quiet, a riot,
With the Angels you must sing.
Ringing of truth, warmth like the sun, crystalized in my mind,
I remember you.
Gone, gone, the loving never, ever done,
Like starlight on rain, how you sparkle and shine, jewel of my life and heart.
Remembrance is yours.

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/13/2000

Author's Comments

Dedicated to those who hold a place in my heart wherever they might be on Earth or in Heaven. You hold places of honor unknown. Somewhere, somehow, our souls are touching, even though it can't be seen, and there is a beauty in that far beyond any words.

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Total Comments: 4

Comments

Janine Danielspinnys@hotmail.comwww.spinnys.com6/27/2000 1:57:50 PM
I know I already told you how much I like this poem
but I thought I'd just write it in here too so you've
got it for all time. What a beautiful poem Dan. I absolutely
love the daytime and sunshine, but nights are a really
special time. I love sitting under the stars and
thinking about all my friends, near and far.
Claudklugecc@jps.net7/19/2000 10:35:56 PM
Hi

It occurred to me that as poets we tend to be somewhat
self-centered at times and thereby miss a lot of good things
that others have to offer.
I, therefore, have undertaken to read and comment on all
the poems posted on the 50 most veiwed and 50 most recent
catagories. I can find some good in the poorest of poetry
and something to critisize in the best of poetry.
The project may take some time but the fact that you are
reading this should indicate that I've read this piece and
enjoyed, at least, some if not all of what you ‘ve written.
I'll leave the judging to the experts. It.s enough for me to
know the you cared enough to share your work with us all.
I would also encourage you all to share your thoughts with
me and all the others that have contributed to this website.
Just remember:
A SONG IS NOT A SONG ‘TIL YOU SING IT
A BELL IS NOT A BELL ‘TIL YOU RING IT
LOVE IS NOT PUT IN YOUR HEART TO STAY
LOVE IS NOT LOVE ‘TIL YOU GIVE IT AWAY

Claud
Sue Alliebttfly9@yahoo.comhttp://www.geocities.com/Heartland/Garden/98437/21/2000 8:02:45 PM
The title alone caught my attention. This poem is a wonderful tale of true love.
Christinatigris@primus.com.auhttp://www.geocities.com/tigrispoet/8/25/2000 8:27:29 AM
This one is particularly special....I understand and relate, as there are certain people who will always have a special place in my heart also - they will never be forgotten but remembered with a kindness and fondness of those who once shared my life. Though I have moved on, and my life has changed, these people are special as they help mould who you are today....A very special poem, Daniel. I really enjoyed it.

Night Owl

 

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Daniel A. Stafford5/13/2000 3:53:49 AM
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Night Owl

Don't jump in 'til the morning, waking without warning.
Night Owl's a hoot.
Alarming late, to meet my fate.
Night Owl turns to see.
See the stars, if you get that far, jewels out of reach.
Night Owl speaks in me.
Moon light, watch a sattelite, faintly I can see.
Night Owl demands to fly.
Reading until the dawn, until your eyes feel gone.
Night Owl's red-eyed plan.
Traffic light, there is no fight.
Night Owl travels home.
Celestial spectacle, quiet receptacle.
Night Owl looks inside.
The reflections of the flying Night Owl, flying in silence, swiftly under a soft glowing moon,
racing across the face of the night, trying so hard to get it right.
Night Owl wakes the underside of my soul.

And what I see reflected off the pool of night is shining like a star in the dark.

By: Daniel A. Stafford

(C) 05/13/2000

Author's Comments

It's incredible how wonderful the quiet of the night can be for inner reflection. The wonders of the night sky.
Being a Night Owl can have some wonderful rewards, Hear your own mind in the quiet.


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Daniel A. Staffordaqmstaffo@mailbag.comwww.mailbag.com/users/aqmstaffo/index.html

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Comments

Christinatigris@primus.com.auhttp://www.geocities.com/tigrispoet/8/25/2000 8:15:06 AM
Hey Daniel! As a "night owl" myself, I can relate to this one (smile)! It is amazing how much you get to reflect upon and think about when there is nothing to interrupt your thoughts in the night hours....I do most of my writing during this time, as there is a certain stillness and tranquility. No daytime noise, no phones, TV or sound....just you and the still nighttime.... And because I am a night owl, I don't get to enjoy the mornings so often (smile)! I enjoyed reading this poem. Good on ya!