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For the Goddess: an anacreontic | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. To Live Unveiled: an anagram →. For the Goddess: an anacreontic. November 8, 2010. I put my faith in the divine,. When its word turns to flesh like thine:. With each curve and unbroken line. A glimpse of something pure and fine;. And on your lips, like sacred wine,. I long to linger and recline. Let others long for love, and pine. Away for paradise – you’re mine,. And need no churches, texts or sign. To prove the worth of your design. You are the source, the heart, the spine.
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The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. No News: an ae freislighe. Butterfly Wing: an alcaic →. The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade. November 5, 2010. Below the quiet hum the waking world makes. As earth turns slowly sunward each new day,. Before the civil bustle starts in earnest. And clutters the ear’s palette with its play,. In those few silent moments, as I lay still. Beside her sleeping form, just listening. In awe to the low murmur of her breathing,. I hear the universe begin and end. No News: an ae freislighe.
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No News: an ae freislighe | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. Election Day: an acrostic. The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade →. No News: an ae freislighe. November 4, 2010. The news can be troubling:. There’s always some fresh unrest,. Some great tension bubbling. Each day, I hope for the best,. But still I keep wondering:. How wise is that course today? Must we keep on blundering,. Pretending to know the way? Share on Facebook (Opens in new window). Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window). Click to email (Opens in new window).
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Simpleton’s Tune: a balada | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. Toy Dog Soldiers: an awdl gywydd. The Same Old Song: a ballade →. Simpleton’s Tune: a balada. November 10, 2010. Who claims to know,. Except to judge how the wind blows. First from the east, and then the west;. And who’s to claim which way is best? To spend one’s time defining right,. Without the benefit of might,. Seems like a fruitless enterprise. Best left to fools, not to the wise. Breathe in and out, then out and in. Let go of lose, let go of win. Who’s measured it,. This ...
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The Same Old Song: a ballade | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. Simpleton’s Tune: a balada. The Same Old Song: a ballade. November 11, 2010. Each night we play, you come to catch the show;. To see and be seen seeing, more to fact:. To smile like you alone are in the know. Regarding “hidden treasures” like our act . Let’s hope the grand veneer won’t start to crack,. And everyone will want to sing along. When next week, at the same time, we’ll be back. To play, almost by heart, the same old song. Your faces melt in constant ebb and flow.
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gbdances | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. The Same Old Song: a ballade. November 11, 2010. Each night we play, you come to catch the show; to see and be seen seeing, more to fact: to smile like you alone are in the know regarding “hidden treasures” like our act . Let’s hope the grand veneer … Continue reading →. Simpleton’s Tune: a balada. November 10, 2010. Who claims to know, except to judge how the wind blows first from the east, and then the west; and who’s to claim which way is best? November 9, 2010. Well, fiddle...
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Butterfly Wing: an alcaic | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. The Sound of Her: an alba or aubade. Overslept: an amphigory →. Butterfly Wing: an alcaic. November 6, 2010. The smallest gesture multiplies instantly:. A careless murmur, effortless whispering,. With armor piercing force, it thunders;. Delicate palimpsests shudder, helpless. The silence of an infinite solitude,. In just an instant, changes its character;. And shouting, loses shape and substance,. Wallowing uselessly out from nothing. Share on Facebook (Opens in new window).
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Election Day: an acrostic | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. A run through the poetic forms. No News: an ae freislighe →. Election Day: an acrostic. November 3, 2010. E ach of us would make some change:. L eave off those evils of the past,. E mbrace some thread of common good,. C hoose what is best for all, not one. T his thought in mind, we cast our vote. I n hope that it will do some good:. O ne straw can break a camel’s back, or. N urse to health a dying dream. D ecide: will you in silence grant. A stranger rights to make your fate?
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To Live Unveiled: an anagram | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. For the Goddess: an anacreontic. Toy Dog Soldiers: an awdl gywydd →. To Live Unveiled: an anagram. November 9, 2010. If there is evil. In the world,. Persistent force for ill. That while we live. In secret, behind beauty’s veil. I wonder at its silent. Because when all the world is still,. When you can listen. There is no dark-masked murmuring. Beneath the roar of living’s sea;. And even on life’s jagged coast,. Wait, unmapped,. And lure them into mire and doom,. Verian Thomas/...
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Overslept: an amphigory | radical.druid
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Words and music by john l. Butterfly Wing: an alcaic. For the Goddess: an anacreontic →. November 7, 2010. Well, fiddle-dee and what’s the stuff. Of which I have had quite enough:. The spring’s been spring, the fall has fell,. The echo’s back from wishing’s well. Oh well a dell a dill a day. Quite overdrawn, and hell’s to pay. Well, riddle me and jump the gun,. Who’s loaded, and who’s set to run. Along the lane despite the pain. Of up and sleep and up again? Oh gee a fill a dill a dee. For the Goddess: a...
