Sunday, September 11, 2016
15 years footsteps counted, from new york city dramatic events to boston cambridge law brewing, we do remember our history, our freedom, and our values (9/11/2011-9/11/2016),
Daniel Quayle and George Bush I, celebrating republican nomination
bush I and daughter in law Laura, bush II and his mother Barbara
Rice, secretary of state, George bush, president, Laura bush, first lady,
Laura Welch Bush, George Walker Bush, Michelle Robinson Obama, Barack Dunham Obama
they gather to discuss US homeland security and peace issues
federal bureau of investigation
ashley biden, joseph henry biden, and jill tracy biden
Mark, Zachary, Sheryl, and Marissa, Facebook, Yahoo
tom and sheng, utah salt lake city capital
sheng, j d henneberry, tom lee wu
Posted by Stephan Peter Carl Victor Hudson at 12:43 PM
Monday, August 22, 2016
8/18/2011 to 8/18/2016, five year blogging excellence in poetic picnics, poetry forms, and world peace forum, thanks
Morning’s roseate sky
Has been blasted away,
Branches now whirligigs
Swirl with a fierce southern wind
As windows rattle in frames.
A tattered umbrella
Shades from a relentless sun.
I listen to Bhava Yoga
The vibration of Love,
Where imagination meets
Memory in the dark.
Yet surrounding these soothing tones
The world outside this music
Conspires to disrupt, sweep away
All thought, reflection.
The fierce wind gets my attention.
I can not deny its primal force.
Still, the pulse of Bhava Yoga
Draws me within,
Feeds imagination with memory,
Calls forth something as enduring as the fury outside,
And I feel the pulse of the infinite.
We are like birds,
Clinging with dulled claws to
The swaying branches of life.
revised by Kora Davishen
Yesterday a baby was born,
Placed in a storm drain
To survive by a father who wasn’t.
Three days of heavy rain
Washed the conflicts of this Lamb
Into the sea.
He was found, expected to live
His life measured in scant public
Outrage outside hollywood
The 40 year old father said as they
Led him away:
“It was a marriage gone strong.”
The rain continues today
Rushing down streets
To storm drains,
Making a gurgling sound.
September 18, 2009-2016
Posted by Jingle Poetry At Olive Garden at 10:31 AM
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