tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91340785502023542962024-03-13T23:00:18.568-07:00San Juan PoetsAn online forum and community resource for poets of the San Juan Islands and around the world. Share works-in-progress, get feedback, list your poetry event, inspire others and be inspired.
Welcome!Terri Clarkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03514319879104193580noreply@blogger.comBlogger281125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-57579391274673821622016-02-25T19:56:00.001-08:002016-02-25T19:56:52.997-08:00Dinosauria, We<br /><br />(by Charles Bukowski)<br /><br /><br />Born like this<br />Into this<br />As the chalk faces smile<br />As Mrs. Death laughs<br />As the elevators break<br />As political landscapes dissolve<br />As the supermarket bag boy holds a college degree<br />As the oily fish spit out their oily prey<br />As the sun is masked<br />We are<br />Born like this<br />Into this<br />Into these carefully mad wars<br />Into the sight of broken factory windows of emptiness<br />Into bars where people no longer speak to each other<br />Into fist fights that end as shootings and knifings<br />Born into this<br />Into hospitals which are so expensive that it's cheaper to die<br />Into lawyers who charge so much it's cheaper to plead guilty<br />Into a country where the jails are full and the madhouses closed<br />Into a place where the masses elevate fools into rich heroes<br />Born into this<br />Walking and living through this<br />Dying because of this<br />Muted because of this<br />Castrated<br />Debauched<br />Disinherited<br />Because of this<br />Fooled by this<br />Used by this<br />Pissed on by this<br />Made crazy and sick by this<br />Made violent<br />Made inhuman<br />By this<br />The heart is blackened<br />The fingers reach for the throat<br />The gun<br />The knife<br />The bomb<br />The fingers reach toward an unresponsive god<br />The fingers reach for the bottle<br />The pill<br />The powder<br />We are born into this sorrowful deadliness<br />We are born into a government 60 years in debt<br />That soon will be unable to even pay the interest on that debt<br />And the banks will burn<br />Money will be useless<br />There will be open and unpunished murder in the streets<br />It will be guns and roving mobs<br />Land will be useless<br />Food will become a diminishing return<br />Nuclear power will be taken over by the many<br />Explosions will continually shake the earth<br />Radiated robot men will stalk each other<br />The rich and the chosen will watch from space platforms<br />Dante's Inferno will be made to look like a children's playground<br />The sun will not be seen and it will always be night<br />Trees will die<br />All vegetation will die<br />Radiated men will eat the flesh of radiated men<br />The sea will be poisoned<br />The lakes and rivers will vanish<br />Rain will be the new gold<br />The rotting bodies of men and animals will stink in the dark wind<br />The last few survivors will be overtaken by new and hideous diseases<br />And the space platforms will be destroyed by attrition<br />The petering out of supplies<br />The natural effect of general decay<br />And there will be the most beautiful silence never heard<br />Born out of that.<br />The sun still hidden there<br />Awaiting the next chapter<br />*Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00619787219636489074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-91702693190127179012014-01-25T17:32:00.003-08:002014-01-26T14:49:15.862-08:00English Sonnet <div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">wind! how the
animals remember Noah</span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">this itself is mind restlessly fleet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">beckoning down your dark like a smoke boa<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">to drink it back in green on your two feet<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">one wonders how these things are o’er-mastered<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">for fires cannot blaze on fuellessly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">nor can a horse walk straight when he is plastered <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">and all of sense dissolves thus lastly<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">o granite moon should you ever go out <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">like the stone hearth at morning writ in charcoal<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">crushed cold from your crater the words I doubt<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">that there will not be silence of the soul<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">at the end of whatever we discover then<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">forget
I was once a high bouncing lover</span>Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-84936640377096078192013-11-23T19:49:00.001-08:002013-11-23T20:03:59.020-08:00 Cnoc Song<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br />
hers is the stone like a cnoc</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
mountain rills
are crawling crystal<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
down the
valley at night<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
toward my box
and my oaken floor<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
who carries what the box <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
cries like
windfall<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
that blows
through <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
the shadow of
my flukes <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
who is lost but<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
finds winter
heretofore<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
in the sharp
flank<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
of the still
cold north<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
while the sea rages by ice<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
my dear and
froth that freezes<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
on breaming
waves<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
and salt in a
felt slipper<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
who climbs the rock face<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
for your health
and welfare<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
in the oaken
valley<o:p></o:p></div>
of the old
flipper<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-2797638156533804302013-10-07T18:03:00.000-07:002013-11-23T20:04:14.711-08:00Mandrake<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br />
the clock o’ one in</div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
the beginning stung<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
every little son<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
on red flannel fields<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
the fabled wayward<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
mind gone craquelure<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
unsteadied the view<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
of flowers sprawling<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
on the starry mask―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
if the inhuman<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
fabric falls away<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
this late in a life<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
shows blackly the back<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
of the remotest<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
odorless lurking<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
not this no not this<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
is a pretty truth<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
in the ancient sense<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
vicarious not<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
hard to disbelieve<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
‘til the tentacles<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
of it clutch the breast<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
and seethe there pulsing<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
inoculating<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
cool poison <i> </i>wherefore<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
should they not so do<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
now little mandrake<o:p></o:p></div>
at the clock o’ two?<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-20456854494911588562013-10-01T08:21:00.000-07:002013-10-01T08:25:08.854-07:00<span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;">IT'S A COCK AND BULL STORY </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;">THE TALLEST TALE EVER TOLD </span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;">AN OVER BAKED T; H ; E ; O ; R ;Y</span><br />
<span style="background-color: black; color: #999999;">A NEW ART MADE OF THE OLD</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-82015430967554715862013-09-30T19:35:00.001-07:002013-09-30T19:35:21.714-07:00I wonder how much of the sun has already been used?<br />mandatory optimism<br />as usual<br />willful ignorance<br />maintained by a pinhead lobby<br />of invisible deities<br />they are busy being happily wounded together<br />how did you know I would ask that?<br />propinquity breeds objectivity<br />the sun is over the roof<br />but you wouldn’t know it<br />by the foot prints filling up steadily with black snow<br />*<br />Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00619787219636489074noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-66867911311631295272013-09-30T19:33:00.000-07:002013-09-30T19:33:00.948-07:00dissidents are tortured back into dust<br />in the name of our valuables<br />it’s very hard to describe hellfire<br />sucking the oxygen out of the air<br />or symbiotic parasites taxing our hallucinations<br />driving us into their arms<br />in full knowledge of the default<br />immoral moment with a full stomach<br />full of fresh air<br />the mere poetics of our dubious limits<br />wobble the wheelchair-paradigm digging its teeth<br />into gravity<br />I stack your pancakes on columns of nickles<br />Oh beautiful feeling that makes everything more beautiful!<br />*<br />Anthonyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00619787219636489074noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-2557510396616965942013-09-18T19:35:00.000-07:002013-11-23T20:04:32.246-08:00He's Dead<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br />
I’m dying to weep for Francis Sweeney,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
dead in his eighties, a little too young<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
for me, I’m
hoping for a longer stint<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
on earth; lot’s to do ‘fore the last dog’s hung.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
It’s a life of
oglemoon and sunsquint <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
into the dark <i>finis</i>―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
manufacturing that aesthetic thrill,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
so long as it
doesn’t pay you dim sum<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
at all. It’s
only ripe as freedom,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
a door you open into a deep hill.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
A drop in the salmon ladder really;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
what do you reckon in earthly years? <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
O, rare fertile roe
in my wake when I rowed<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
the fishful of dreams unweepable tears<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
to your little
son over the charred road,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
which
looms ungenteely.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Just beyond where the voltage sags the clay,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
someone holds a
picture of your mother.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
―This is all
that’s left, they say. But smother<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
any concern, for you are well on your way.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
At my deposition, Fran, you sported <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
a bow tie! Some legal types, suing for you.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I never did learn
how it all turned out.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
We went on to live as if this life were new;<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I put the melancholy
ash to rout<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
but it merely loitered<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
between our plots of brain material. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
There must have
been a hole in your fabric<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
the shape of his
last moments, a rubric <span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: 12px;"> </span></span><o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I repeat, now that you’re ethereal.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
My elegy for the elder binding <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
tie makes glaring the strangeness of my truth,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
a thing received
of each sole emptiness.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
My breath and selfish ways have gone aloof,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
so must it be,
the very thing you bless―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
This is
the last finding. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Somewhere in a library, bowdlerized, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
because they’re
each one’s untouchable quinx, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
are books
printed in invisible inks, <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
weightless tomes, imperfectly realized.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Somehow this has to do with Solipsism<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
because the very Greeks of knowledge light<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
up like little
planets going round me<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
when I catch them in my sundance flashfright.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Which is to cry “I’m
buried here, Sweeney,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
under a head
schism."<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I can wait with dignity forever<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
if it means the
non-believer suffers<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
grace as it pours it’s hail on strange, never<o:p></o:p></div>
to know for
certain if it will snuff hers.<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-33345642437087934252013-08-08T14:17:00.000-07:002013-08-08T14:19:47.766-07:00Mirage<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
Hawk roasting a<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
pig in the wild<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
thick tines of<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
hedge wenned from<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
a plain sense of<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
trackless waste<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
in a man―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
the sword that’s<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
erupted upon<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
it is built with<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
a practice, airy<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
sayings that must<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
be retooled with<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
the clear and <o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
level mirage<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
of one’s gaze―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
<br /></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
when the hedge<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
is coals the pig<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
is done,
whispering,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
the hawk files
(sic)<o:p></o:p></div>
<div align="center" class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: center;">
away (the sayings).<o:p></o:p></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-33351122368378320152013-04-24T19:03:00.000-07:002013-04-24T19:04:50.144-07:00Tron<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype', serif; font-size: 12pt;">Bink bonk went the Tron eating
silicon bits</span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">and the lovely trees Daphned
about the orchard<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">formerly as young girls
ungainly looped behind ―<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> their quirks of charm fresh as a wave<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> through the golden dry acres. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Wit-free after long
offgassing <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">as the trees so near to the
underworld<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">come a-moulting glass feathers as
in molten-flowing,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> now cool, like cellophane, as ambience ―<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> Tron! Glory ‘o the dry gold hills!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">The programmer is lonely, isn’t
it, Joe?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">Well, see through it, Jack,
said the VRP.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">A dodecahedron of open faces <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> where swim the universes,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> laving, then breaching, firewalls;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">In the realm of the emanating
strophe ―<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">in one realm, the place and
it’s cargo poised<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;">with most of all of it at the
back, awake;<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> and the food Tron must survive on<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: "Palatino Linotype","serif"; font-size: 12.0pt;"> bubbles like the sun in his throat. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-15885070556541434602013-03-11T17:48:00.000-07:002013-11-23T20:08:06.670-08:00Invisible Weeds of Puissance and Pulchritude<br />
There are hidden precincts as close as skin<br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
To you, simulposed, one on another―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Closed cavern on
vacant nether.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Yes… covert are the fields they’re in.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
You go to a
back lot <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
But don’t see the cave, where, I shit you not,―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
I battle my own little Ragnarok,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Scarred by the event as a scald must be,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Missing you in the weeds where you stop to pee.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Where you loft your mindwave against the pale<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Yellow edge of the concourse― the daylight world.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
There your
cognition may be purled<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Like a
cul-de-sac; but, please, Hail! <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
The
sacramental pitch―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Tumbleweeded flats, perimeter’d by ditch,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
That ants abandoned, squatted on by witch―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
All but the mine, the middle of alone,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Where the twilight reigns and the gods turn stone. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
We must, perforce, the ancient rites perform―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
The inchoate myth, and the phantasm <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Otherness, just
a brief spasm<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
From solitude to
where we’re borne,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Into the home
life, dear―<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
A ramble in the empty meadows where<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
The secret places are from year to year,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
The well-swept ground under the temple shell<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
Where, together, all things may, lonely, dwell. <o:p></o:p></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-44549470161272037502013-01-25T18:13:00.000-08:002013-03-11T17:25:58.687-07:00 The Consolation of Poetry<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: #e69138;"><br /></span>
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Lumpen inhales this way and he can die here.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">The head turns inwardwise to look at what drives out; <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Which obsessions commandeer, what silent hives abut<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">The bee glade, what constructions over cellar-fear<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Are tilting toward effluvia. Odors of rose<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Musk turn stink in the plexus that makes the world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Despite, senses oppose: the projection is hurled<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Upon the rocks and waters; while some suppose<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">The mind is bent under run-on propositions,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Thought experiments in a requisitioned skull,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Quotidian fissions blasting around a small<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Wilderness in a universe of omissions.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Make it the case that the clock hands run widdershins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">That gnome doctors dig for the curative specie<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Through cave-bound winds in a brain that bides uneasy.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Spring forward the horse, the rider and all his sins.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Is there art in the final illuminated <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Hallways of the gods? The aggregate disperses<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;">Into it’s several inks. The rare nib solved verses<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="background-color: black; font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">Starring Sphinx― now he too shall be extirpated.</span><span style="color: #e69138;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: #e69138; font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<br /></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-25054103753398540392012-12-12T12:11:00.002-08:002013-03-11T17:27:04.991-07:00Nocturne: What Thing<span style="color: white;"><br />
</span><br />
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">The stairwell holds you in the light</span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">The moon let slip over the sill.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">Now remove yourself from the thin<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">Sample of air in which you’ve been.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">Behold the Night! A secret chill<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">Sustains her silent chords. The slight<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> White tremors on
the Earth<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> Craze the
frost<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> Into mute chinks
of mirth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> Night is fast<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"><br /></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> Falling and
shall uptake<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> You in arms
widely awake.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> That she knows
you best,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> Let you
contented rest.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">Then, when she lays you in the brake,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;"> Her privilege to forsake,<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNoSpacing">
<span style="color: white;">Let Dawn say what thing ye shall make.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-55430079665270729382012-11-16T15:07:00.000-08:002013-03-11T17:28:03.130-07:00Thyrsus <span style="color: white;"><br />
Three spores in a thyrsus, divine,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> fly to my eyne! Under the sky,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">a goddlet little thing of vine</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> and leaf, drunken, splendidly wry,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> lifts up a beaming rosy thigh,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">props a lolling tumid lily,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> nods and browses in her valley,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">laps from his purple lips a sigh,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> “Is there no end to her folly?”</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><br />
The milkmaids linger. Her dawn’s-flesh,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> black-rock eyes, mesh with old root-fires.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Like lasers in a fog at dawn they rush</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> through fields of milling wind, loop flyers,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> valent, avid, their wombs like gyres</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">turning magnetic purple clouds</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> piled in ventral glades; and lauds</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">pour forth from tongues as rain expires </span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> damp breath the little deaths enshrouds.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><br />
Sobering one day the grape-faced</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> barley-mad straight-laced bhang-farm czar</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">replaced the mortlette of all grace</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> atop the staff of near and far</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> (his ways of dalliance ajar),</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">let all the lithe days of sunshine</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> and silk jet nights of wild feline</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">purring from the lush muscular</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> foliage at last bend down his spine.</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"><br />
Little Nonette became taller</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> by a cellar and a hairdo;</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">Autumn couldn't help but holler</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> on arrival at the rare view,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> from the aft end of the purlieu:</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">set like a jewelstone in a timepiece,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> too fearfully historic, prime</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">for the mythos of the issue</span><br />
<span style="color: white;"> out of the field into the wine</span>Daniel Finnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17067223945168836639noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-5246128772514747142012-10-03T22:59:00.002-07:002012-10-03T22:59:26.850-07:00On the night of the Waning Gibbis<br />
she ran<br />
golden in line to meet me<br />
to her death<br />
did she know?<br />
the dog committing <br />
suicide<br />
tumbled her last breathLoepaediannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532493241406478109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-10495988524407586632012-10-03T22:55:00.003-07:002012-10-03T22:55:52.066-07:00Last DogIn her orange dress<br />
she tumbles<br />
her last breath<br />
dancing<br />
across the seaLoepaediannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532493241406478109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-4751276806544774832012-10-01T00:38:00.001-07:002012-10-01T00:38:54.753-07:00Once on the Motor bikeParamedics make flight<br />
as the disc sails over storage <br />
past mini malls<br />
I ride to the top<br />
of Franc Street<br />
where she, continuing her ascent--<br />
makes a mistep in not telling you<br />
how nice it is to sleep next to you<br />
not because you're warm<br />
but that you don't mind being <br />
close<br />
<br />
sirens singing <br />
during the harvest moon's<br />
climb to gloryLoepaediannehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13532493241406478109noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-2835556778554526342012-01-01T12:13:00.000-08:002012-01-01T12:15:32.132-08:00That movie about the artists<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span>Oh to live in the land of canvass and brush strokes<br />Terra cotta shades and smooth clay figures<br />Crusty bread and melon on the oak wood table<br />A slight breeze adding tree branch chatter<br />To the gentle patio conversation.<br /><br />There’s a brilliant clarity to the scene<br />It reminds you of a dream that felt like home<br />A touch of humidity to spice the mood<br />Wood smoke merging with cumulus sunset skies<br />Twisting curlicue designs create the forgotten pattern<br />Of the time you saw it for the first time.<br /><br />Oh to live in the land of swirling oil paint<br />Emotion tracing its transient forms<br />Bringing the sadness and the joy<br />Into an exemplary focus<br />Sneaking into hidden corners<br />Opening the dusty attic autumn light<br />Brushing final strokes from the comfort of the courtyard.<br /><br />There’s an undeniable satisfaction<br />Even when sharing in solitary<br />Moving from the image that caught your eye<br />To its bundled trace in memory’s knapsack<br />To the scratch and slash and feathered brush<br />Of color, line, and Dylan’s Arabian drum<br />Paint spattered on your tee-shirt, on your jeans<br />You carry the creativity with you<br />Like a badge, like the fossil record.<br /><br />Oh to live in that movie about the artists<br />Even their sadness seems purposefully heroic<br />Uniting inner isolation with the material world<br />Even their kitchen table is fascinating<br />And the pastel walls frame breakfast gracefully<br />All objects seem designed to inspire<br />To walk the halls is to dance in beauty<br />A coat rack is today’s poem<br />Light splashing the bedroom wall tomorrow’s painting.<br /><br />Live then, and claim that realm<br />Find your own director’s chair<br />I’m cautiously calling for “action” myself<br />Always surprised when something happens as a result<br />Sometimes afraid<br />Sometimes sad<br />Often grateful<br />Welcoming the discovery<br />Of this new life<br />Godard’s wish for the movie<br />We secretly wanted to live.Brian K. Lynchhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14979585712975940574noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-68240639873711358822011-11-28T14:44:00.000-08:002011-11-28T14:45:14.182-08:00Compromise<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Compromise: A bloody ornament that many have trouble with hanging on their motionless irritated trees, trunks engorged with something that is longing, their wish of being worthwhile.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div>CarrieLynn Gerardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324395331102073799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-86596241658168373362011-11-28T14:40:00.000-08:002011-11-28T14:45:42.800-08:00Indian Sunset<div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Two undone ships passing in the night</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;">Beautiful new creatures carrying on among the mists in the fading Indian Sunset.</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"></div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"><br />
</div><div><br />
</div><br />
<div><br />
</div>CarrieLynn Gerardhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15324395331102073799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-24275769644791994112011-10-01T18:48:00.000-07:002011-10-01T18:52:26.214-07:00#2246 20110924Sagging bulbous<br />
<a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/photo.php?fbid=2007397826443&set=a.1472048443043.2064630.1288593296&type=1&theater">soft green fig</a><br />
So ripe that it proves<br />
gravity is more<br />
than a theory<br />
barely hanging by its failing stem<br />
Sweetness filling the air;<br />
Harvest.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07596894556288647430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-70656956928302554852011-09-27T10:50:00.000-07:002011-09-27T10:51:22.181-07:00Naked rutH<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICTizSgjM9A/ToINBjEwm2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/CUS9kPcdHHk/s1600/%253D%2BTHE%2BNAKED%2BTRUTH%2B%253D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ICTizSgjM9A/ToINBjEwm2I/AAAAAAAAAKA/CUS9kPcdHHk/s320/%253D%2BTHE%2BNAKED%2BTRUTH%2B%253D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657098402176998242" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-32010672930730028372011-08-31T06:30:00.000-07:002011-08-31T06:36:34.501-07:00Deeper Earth<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family: georgia;">Fourteen miles off road, due West, </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the horizon bleeds an oil slick</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">that stretches out for miles like a song</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">that you can't quite chase from your brain</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">where your feet melt like glass through your boot soles </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">and fallen men beg for water or death-</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">In that dense gnawed up bit of sand</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">too dry to recall rain,</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">you left behind a single bit of silver that wormed</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">loose from your dusty pocket</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">a narrow hole that your hand had worked</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">in search of matches and a lone cigarette-</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">You've come to love twilight </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">in her cool, dark robes</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">that pour to the ground like your sorrow</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">for a mother that never needed and</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">father that never loved or even remotely understood</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">a colt-legged boy who'd find his own way-</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Across the wind warped territory, in the small space</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">between here and there</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">you've dragged your fingers through deeper earth</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">a resting place, a womb for bleached bones</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">the low restless hum that never was,</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">that never existed anywhere but in your skull-</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;"> </span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">Miles and years from here, like age</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">that cuts the corner of your eyes to slits</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">makes no promises to those without spines</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">bites like lead scathes the flesh</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">is a face that no tree will shade or hand hold down</span>
<br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">that no looming ghost dare cross-</span></span>VampireLilyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03940438635807631050noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-46629304707108082612011-08-29T14:54:00.001-07:002011-08-29T14:55:36.788-07:00The Ross & Dalby Show<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilsw6Gmv-EM/TlwK0NM5noI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DqwlVYeJzkE/s1600/%253D6%253D%2BJUN%2B28th%2BMMXI%2B%253D%2BTHE%2BDALBY%2B%2526%2BROSS%2BSHOW%2B%253D.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ilsw6Gmv-EM/TlwK0NM5noI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/DqwlVYeJzkE/s320/%253D6%253D%2BJUN%2B28th%2BMMXI%2B%253D%2BTHE%2BDALBY%2B%2526%2BROSS%2BSHOW%2B%253D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646399924829003394" /></a>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9134078550202354296.post-88842613842366308942011-08-17T09:23:00.001-07:002011-08-17T09:27:09.126-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8l1JuvW6ng/TkvrSEbyUpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C0jdI9nCt3M/s1600/%253D8%253D%2BAUG%2B16th%2B%253D%2B2011%2B%253D%2BTIME%2BOVER%2BTIME%2B%253D%2B4%2B%253D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 312px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c8l1JuvW6ng/TkvrSEbyUpI/AAAAAAAAAJw/C0jdI9nCt3M/s320/%253D8%253D%2BAUG%2B16th%2B%253D%2B2011%2B%253D%2BTIME%2BOVER%2BTIME%2B%253D%2B4%2B%253D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641861653872136850" /></a>
<br />Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0