Stationery

October 22, 2008

Dominic Arizona Bonuccelli

Accordionist For Alpine Wedding Riffleber Switzerland

Accordionist For Alpine Wedding Riffleber Switzerland

The
moon did not become the sun.

It
just fell on the desert

in
great sheets, reams

of
silver handmade by you.

The
night is your cottage industry now,

the
day is your brisk emporium.

The
world is full of paper.

Write
to me.

 

Agha
Shahid Ali

 

 Manolis Tsantakis

Stranger

February 11, 2008

Darek Banisek

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Our strangers

Dance their masks,

Swaying at the ball as

Drummers beat out

 

Secrets.

 

This self’s enigma-

Inhalation, faith,

Clarity, confusion-

Speaks loves mystery.

 

We wander in what is left…

Quivering in places~

Choices, walking blind

In the living fog,

Hearing the voices sigh:

 

Be

 

Action

Grasps

Towards

What is not

What never was

What never will

 

Be.

 

See.

 

 

 

kimsmith

 

 

 

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Tree Pruitt

Restrictions

 

Touch

August 19, 2007

Blood of Eden

Original Photography:

Gabriel Rigon

Nirvana Blue

Painting:

Mark Holland-Hicken 

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Touch

 is

but

the

thread

we

see.

 

kimsmith

august 2007

 

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QT Luong

Prayer Tablet

Nikko, Japan

Nine Things

April 6, 2007

 

Wynd

Steven Gelberg

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It’s night

and a numbered beauty
lapses at the wind,

chortles with the
branches of a tree,

giggles,

 

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Angor Wat Monk in Temple at Buddha’s Feet

 

James Gritz

 

 

plays shadow dance
with a dead kite,

cajoles affection
from falling leaves,

and knows four
other things.

One is the color
of your hair.

 

Richard Brautigan

 

 

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Image 24

Darek Banasik

 

 

 

 

 

I Want You to Know

March 24, 2007

 

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Vladamir Kush 

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I want you to know
one thing.
 
You know how this is:
if I look
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire
the impalpable ash
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.



















 






































 

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Cyprus

Mike Sibthorp

 


 

 

Well, now,
if little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you little by little. 
If suddenly
you forget me
do not look for me,
for I shall already have forgotten you. 
If you think it long and mad,
the wind of banners
that passes through my life,
and you decide
to leave me at the shore
of the heart where I have roots,
remember
that on that day,
at that hour,
I shall lift my arms
and my roots will set off
to seek another land.

 

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Manolis Tsantakis

 

 

But
if each day,
each hour,
you feel that you are destined for me
with implacable sweetness,
if each day a flower
climbs up to your lips to seek me,
ah my love, ah my own,
in me all that fire is repeated,
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,
my love feeds on your love, beloved,
and as long as you live it will be in your arms
without leaving mine


 

Pablo Neruda

Somebody Loves Me

February 26, 2007

Mike Sibthorp

 

 

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When this world began

It was heaven’s plan

There should be a girl for ev’ry single man

To my great regret

Someone has upset

Heaven’s pretty programme for we’ve never met

I’m clutching at straws, just because

I may meet him yet

 

 

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Hotel Clerk

Ric Savid

 

 

Somebody loves me, I wonder who

I wonder who he can be

Somebody loves me, I wish I knew,

Who can he be worries me.

For ev’ry boy who passes me I shout, “ Hey, maybe

You were meant to be my loving baby.”

Somebody loves me, I wonder who,

Maybe it’s you.

 

Lyrics:

Ballard McDonald

B.G “Buddy” De Sylva

Music:

George Gershwin

Sung By:

Doris Day

Lena Horne

 

P.S. I searched long and hard for an audio of Lena Singing. I heard her on Pandora; I have linked her to there. Can I tell ya? I almost banged my head on my mouse! Doris links to a recording. I still own Doris Day albums! (Shhhhsss! Don’t tell anyone!)

Kim

Calypso

February 18, 2007

 

Lisa Denning

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My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
And I waken to the dawn
A long time ago
I watched him struggle with the sea
I knew that he was drowning
And I brought him into me
Now today
Come morning light
He sails away
After one last night
I let him go.


My name is Calypso
My garden overflows
Thick and wild and hidden
Is the sweetness there that grows
My hair it blows long
As I sing into the wind
My name is Calypso
And I have lived alone
I live on an island
I tell of nights
Where I could taste the salt on his skin


Salt of the waves
And of tears
And though he pulled away,
I kept him here for years
I let him go


My name is Calypso
I have let him go
In the dawn he sails away
To be gone forever more
And the waves will take him in again
But he’ll know their ways now
I will stand upon the shore
With a clean heart


And my song in the wind
The sand will sting my feet
And the sky will burn
It’s a lonely time ahead
I do not ask him to return
I let him go
I let him go

SuzanneVega

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Manolis Tsantakis

Symphony in Black and White

 

 

Cheesecake Rangoon!

 

 

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Mine looked different, no whipped cream, no ice cream and were shaped like triangles. I had white and dark chocolate sauce and was ready to die.

 

Oh my word………..

 

Kim

 

 

 

Surrender

December 12, 2006

Surrender

Mark Esposito

 

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in the yes of
knowing

in wonderment,
the moment’s petal dropping,

when i said yes~
talking over the lines

exchanging power’s love
guiding into space~

your hand across
my ass

spoke infinity
in one touch

that can never
be imagined

 

kimsmith

 

 

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From: Woman Series

Anwar Hossain

 

Tenderness

Juan Luis Alvarez Pupo

 

 

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All or nothing at all
Half a love never appealed to me
If your heart never could yield to me
Then I’d rather have nothing at all

All or nothing at all
If it’s love there ain’t no in-between
Why begin and cry for something that might have been
No I’d rather have nothing at all

 

Please don’t put your lips so close to my cheek
Don’t smile or I’ll be lost beyond recall
The kiss in your eyes the touch of your hand makes me weak
And my heart may grow dizzy and fall

 

And if I fell under the spell of your call
I would be caught in the undertow
So you see I’ve got to say no
All or nothing at all

 

Diane Krall Here

 

 

 

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Love is So Wonderful

Doris Lampling