Perusing some scribbles from my private blog, I found a few poetic doodles.
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If rocks could sing
What would they say
Would they grow feet
Come out to play
Or would they stay
Under the ground
Watch us humans
Toil up and down
may 5, 2010
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Be
Heart, smiles
Peace, deep
Life, breathes
Satisfaction, sweet
John, back home
Sarah, with Yerba
Joshua, on ladders
Carol, in love
Earth, spins
Sun, warms
Ocean, rolls
Moon, smiles
All is well
may 7, 2010
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Backpacking Jingle
Quads, hamstrings
Trekking poles and hip flexors.
Quads, hamstrings,
Trekking poles and hip flexors.
Quads, hamstrings,
Trekking poles and hip flexors.
That's how I make it 'cross the mountain.
Feet relax.
Ankles supple.
Long strides.
Ankles firm.
Quads, hamstrings
Trekking poles and hip flexors.
That's how I make it 'cross the mountain.
mid-may, 2010
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One
Oh Wind
Your kind breezes
kiss my cheeks
Yet I know the fury
in Your passion
Gently rest Your lips, I pray,
and may Our passions meld
may 30, 2010
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