Each And Every One...

Post by AquarianM on Mar 3, 2006 at 4:32am

Each And Every One...

A vote is a sacred act,
To be counted and to be part and parcel,
A mystical thing that made this place sing,
Of freedom and representation,
A voice in halls that have fallen silent.

I will not suffer mine to be put in a electronic can,
Whipped and flipped and pulled by black magic out of the wrong hat,
This is no silly cartoon and it isn't the Super bowl,
It's the life we'll lead from now until dust,
And what we have to say of how we treat ourselves - our world - our future.

I will not suffer the pain of slothful ignorance,
Nor yield my voice to sleep in a dream filled with electronic voices,
I will count the actions and watch with eternal vigilance,
I will fight for the right of the learned and the fools,
Let them cast their voice as they see fit.

It must count.

It must be a physical thing, never ephemeral.

No one may dare to interfere or manipulate.

Each and every one - how do you say your future and progeny will be?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 03/03/2006

www.illinoisprogressives.org/pdi/eric.html

The Last Of Monowi...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 21, 2005 at 1:36am

The Last Of Monowi...

The prairie grass returns,
Covering over fallen homes,
Places only ghosts now roam,
Empty houses and broken streets,
The hopes of generations fallen to ruin,
All at the stroke of the globalization pen,
Farms and factories silent and deserted,
Gone back to what it was before we came,
A white-haired stubborn old lady,
The lone inhabitant of a place that's gone,
No future apocalypse,
Nothing you have to wait until 2100 for,
They say we've never abandoned an American city,
That lie is apparent all over the countryside,
The last lady of Monowi can show it to you today.


www.whizzyrds.com/Ghostville.html

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/21/2005

 

Author's Note:

It's pronounced "mon-o-way" according to a gal who used to live there. Monowi was a town in rural Nebraska with only one resident left. It also had or has a small library full of books donated by people from around the world.

What Exactly IS In A Word?

Post by AquarianM on Nov 21, 2005 at 1:00am

What Exactly IS In A Word?

A word is a discussion all by itself,
It holds an image of what it tells,
It's a picture agreed upon by you and me,
It's a contract unspoken we speak every day,
Origins that trace back to the first "what is it,"
"Let's call it this - what do you say?"

In order to understand the nature of this treasure,
We must realize that the universe is built of foundational blocks,
Within or without words shape it because they are the basis,
Given to us by divinity and no other creature we do not teach,
We speak to our God with them whatever name we use,
We often fail to understand that we do not have to address God,
Every word is heard and may result in action from Divinity,
As poets we choose words with care,
Missing the proper understanding perhaps,
Although not necessarily entirely.

Forgive me if it seems presumptuous,
For I know of no other creature,
That speaks to and in front of God,
With every breath or stroke of pen,
As such we poets are more than we know,
We stand closest to this particular gate.

Step through the gate into the parlor,
Read the writing on the walls,
Come back out with an understanding whereof you speak,
Turn - the gate is here:

www.concentric.net/~conure/shinn.shtml

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/20/2005

Vision...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 9, 2005 at 11:19pm

Vision...

Softly the words inside my head,
Spin round as angels come down,
A laughing lilt from Heaven,
A simple gifted miracle under halo's gleaming glow,
Clear sight for the kind seer,
Love is drifted all around,
As pure and clear as the swirling snow,
A world filled with light and love and life,
Gentle prayers float on clouds,
Bathed in Christmas sights.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/10/2005

Six More Coming...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 13, 2005 at 10:18am

Six More Coming...



The weatherman is wearing white tonight,
Casting a white Christmas a bit closer for the child in each of us,
Slow it down a bit tomorrow in that sleek sled,
There might just be reindeer flying by,
Presents in the sleigh time-warped by hushabye falling,
In the quiet night it's falling down all around,
Cocooned in the arms of Winter,
Look all around you with a softer heart,
As your radio plays kinder notes,
Give the gift of love to the world,
Every heart counts,
Even for one day,
One night,
More,
Got six more coming,
Slow time falling,
Tonight.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/13/2005

Unto Every Corner...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 13, 2005 at 10:57pm

The image linked in this piece was part of the Christmas challenge at another poetry board. We were to write whatever the picture inspired us to. This is what I saw in that little place high upon the hill.

Unto Every Corner...



To the small places,
To the far places,
Up the highest snowy mountain,
Below the depths of the deepest darkest sea,
Within the center of the Earth,
Out to the farthest reaches of space and time,
Love touches all of creation.

Symbolized completely in the fading light,
Even to the smallest chapel upon the highest hill,
As Christmas Eve draws in the light in a hush of clouds,
Spreads angels out to all the world,
There is a time in every place,
To embrace the season of Love shared selflessly.

Without the gift of Love not a snowflake could fall,
Not a single tree bough nor peak nor valley,
No void filled without Love's undying light.

Go and tell it upon a mountain,
What this night and this world are for,
A child born knowing this truth spoke it,
Christmas is to remind us all,
It was the birth of the dominion of Love.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/14/2005

Guidance...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 16, 2005 at 12:55pm

Guidance...

I speak now the words of a call for Wisdom,
Let the divine plan of my life be illuminated,
Revealed in its intended splendor,
I now walk the path shone on by Light and Love,
In the footsteps laid before me in perfect ways,
I am granted clarity in peace and harmony,
Walking and speaking always under Grace.

I cast away now all doubt,
All fear has fallen away from my life,
I speak only words of Love and Plenty,
Words of Hope and Healing,
Words of perfect Harmony and Grace.

I now fly to my good as light as a feather,
I leave all burdens and shadows far from me,
Never wavering in Faith and Hope,
I always speak from the Heart of Love.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/16/2005

Flying Mystic...

Post by AquarianM on Dec 20, 2005 at 8:22am

Flying Mystic...

And the Mystic flew through,
The air was cold on high,
Mountains of snow below,
A heart of love for Earth,
Was tucked safe under,
Her blanket of passing,
Stars in the Heavens,
Above twinkling joy,
His smiling lips,
Whispered soft prayers,
Stowed away in,
Sacks of presents loaded,
A red sleigh pulled by,
Reindeer flying by,
Magic and prayers in,
Every child's wrapped,
Gifts on Christmas Eve,
Round the tree we,
Gather to carol of,
Joyous celebration for,
The birth of the King of Love was,
2,005 years ago today,
We remember such light,
Shining upon all the world.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 12/20/2005

Silent Water Runs Deep:

Post by AquarianM on Mar 8, 2004 at 2:45am

Silent Water Runs Deep:

Deep currents,
Barely felt yet they can carry you away,
Love is the current under all our waters,
Below the view of many it gathers strength,
It's flow sweeping the world with healing draughts,
Beginning to wash over us more each passing day,
The thirst souls have they were too numb to even know,
Now quenched in peace and harmony,
Flowing stronger and stronger for all to see,
We shall swim with it,
The waters no longer silent,
Yet the deepest of all.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/08/2004

Author's Comments:
More and more souls are becoming awake. Thank God for that.

For The Love Of Life...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 17, 2005 at 3:31pm

For The Love Of Life...

I will whisper incessantly of the beautiful things I find,
The alive things and the necessary things and all that holds us up,
I will never remain silent as fools' errands are run,
I will show the glory of Mother Earth in all it's forms,
Be it God or any superior notion that created this,
It was never ours to destroy,
For the love of life I will walk through dreams and nightmares,
I will point my finger to the Moon's tides at night,
I will wash the shores of souls like a rolling wave that never sleeps,
For the greatest gift of life is love,
The Universe would share none without the other,
For the love of life I can never leave you alone,
Until you understand the sacredness of every seed,
Man - raise your intellect to walk hand in hand with that from whence you came,
In walking roughshod over your Mother's unconditional love you spell doom,
In working with in the stead of domination you find Grace,
And only Grace will suffer you to live,
Or have you learned nothing of true efficiency in the struggle to heights,
For the love of life...feel love.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/17/2005

Fields of The Tawny Days...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 19, 2005 at 12:55pm

Fields of The Tawny Days...



Flowing like gold across the field,
Lost in an endless sea of breeze and waving amber,
Life floats upon the sky that seems boundless,
To walk here is to be healed,
To live here is to understand the cycle of life with intricacy,
A season and a season's passing,
Promises of renewal too priceless to forget,
In this vast place called the Heartland,
Here the Mother whispers in her childrens' ears,
Awaiting the embrace both so desperately need.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/19/2005

Seasonal Detail...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 21, 2005 at 4:53pm

Seasonal Detail...



The beauty in the small things is priceless,
An eye close to the world so seldom reviewed,
What falls to the ground un-noticed is of short duration,
A day or two too late and everything changes,
Too early and it's not at your feet,
A world all around you singing a song in color and whistling wind,
Look and listen closely now and again,
In the still small places so few choose to go a universe awaits,
Poems can fall to the ground and become of the Earth,
Leaves upon the human tree and the ground that nourishes,
All around you just waiting for a moment of intention,
Or lost in the lack of attention,
You choose the colors of your own Fall,
Twisting and turning in the breezes of life,
What do you whisper into the winds?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/21/2005

The Mars Effect...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 28, 2005 at 3:07am

The Mars Effect...



It last came so close in A.D. 2003,
And a nation of law turned to its first un-provoked war,
The Red Planet was burning in the sky,
God of anger was rending spirits from their bones,
Looking for what wasn't there while Baghdad burned.

Marching along in the sky he raged far and wide,
The anguish and misery festering like a boil under the skin,
Maimings and flag-draped heroes falling home,
Angry faces in the desert exploding with rage,
Giving a "go home Yankee" bang on every street corner.

October first 2005 saw the warrior planet start walking backwards,
Mars retrograde at his closest approach in 60,000 years this Halloween night,
Right next to the severed head of the Medusa,
A malignant star called Caput Algol whose baleful glow has darkened history,
A time for leaders to lose their heads or their way,
Time for a very cautious step as the stars are serving dangerous beauty.

When you see the sky on Saturday night,
Look for his baleful bright red eye in the East,
And wonder which way the knives of fate will dart,
It's a whole new era rough and tumble starting in,
Yet when the Red God finally wanders away,
Will we recover from the Mars effect?

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/28/2005

Author's Comments:
For more insight on this particular Mars retrograde, see the below two linked sites.
Mars retrograde occurs when the planet appears from our perspective to be moving
backward across the sky. It's strongest effects are at the "station" points, where the planet
appears stopped in the sky, and it lasts until the planet passes back over the point where it
first stationed and starts gaining ground in it's proper direction again.

www.astrologycom.com/marsret.html

www.astrologycom.com/marsred05-1.html

Mile Markers...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 25, 2005 at 7:11pm

Mile Markers...



Another mile whispered by,
A season on the road behind,
As daylight fades into starry night,
Where do we seem to fly?

Every leaf of memory fallen away and passed,
Another piece of existence and I wonder,
Is there a great book somewhere,
Something it will take an eternity to read,
Speaking volumes about love and lies,
What would it say of me and mine?

Another year now passing by,
Tires on pavement moaning hum,
Who sits in the passenger seat,
Are they filled with happy love,
The radio is a small thing - just part of the road,
Blaring out things out of sight of pavement.

It's nice to know of pot holes and rain clouds,
When to roll the windows down,
But kissing in the back seat under red Autumn trees,
That's what seals the gold of summer to my heart,
The foundations of you and me,
A leaf in a vast pile rather than one swirling in the breeze.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/25/2005
"For Saren."

Exposure...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 10, 2005 at 8:07am

Exposure...

The lies that are told are no longer on hold,
The ice is all melting to reveal what it kept,
Every corner is filled with light,
Angels are circling and guiding moonbeams through the cobwebs,
The covers are all thrown back,
Pulled wool now faces Spring's sharp shears,
The scales will creep back into balance,
All the creeps will find dark corners,
Standing behind iron-barred shadows,
Sunlight streams into the cell they painted themselves into,
Meanwhile the mystic walks with a wooden staff,
Mumbling sunshine spells for poets to spill,
An afterthought of the Green Man dancing beneath Autumn trees.



AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/10/2005

Nursery...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 10, 2005 at 8:09am

Nursery...

They call him Orion and he hunts the night skies,
Appearing above just as Winter wakes from Summer's heat,
You can see a sword hanging at his belt in the cool nights,
Yet not so many know what it guards,
What drives the hunter to the drawn bow.

A mystery it took Galileo and at least a century to resolve.

Right there,
Tucked away in that sword sheath,
Orion's nursery - a nebula where new stars are forming,
The fires of creation lend their soft glow to our nights,
Gracing Fall nights with a harvest of new light,
I've always wanted to go there.

The first thing I ever pointed a university telescope at.



AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/05/2005

Falling Leaves...

Post by AquarianM on Oct 25, 2005 at 9:07am

Falling Leaves...

Leaf falls slowly down,
Orange Autumn sign of God,
Beautiful cool rain.

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 10/25/2005

Under Charcoal Skies...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 14, 2005 at 9:18pm

Under Charcoal Skies...



The winds are dancing the trees like wild Heathens,
Shuddering the last of their leaves from branches too chill to resist,
Cold rain drops fly down coat necks as we lean into our steps,
Awaiting the hushed blanket of white we're soon promised.

Swirling multicolored leaves tornado in the streets,
Rustling at the door like lost waifs in a magic palette,
Burning with the last wisps of the harvest season,
About to gift the Earth for the new year's growth to come.

The black shapes of geese and sparrows punctuate the dimming light,
Their flowing geometry in flocked flight a sign of abandonment,
The Sun is falling South and so shall they,
Bursting from the cornfields of dimming gold stubble and bare-stick trees.

Bluster faces those who decorate the landscape,
Braving the washed-out light of Autumn's wane,
Seeking the soul secrets within this simple grey space,
Walking the Earth paths under charcoal skies.

All these skies' promises whisper simply of curtains of white.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/14/2005

Just A Dustin'...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 16, 2005 at 11:13pm

Just A Dustin'...



Eighteen degrees on a silent night,
Minus eight if Centigrade is your right,
A few fat flakes dancing all about in a swirling breeze,
Two coats with a scarf and ear muffs,
Don't forget the gloves or your fingers will freeze.

It's that time again,
Wishing for Summer a fruitless test,
Yet lest we forget - it's Lady winter who lets life rest,
A cycle we all really need,
Endangered seasons all to meet the need for speed.

When you glide down a slippery road,
Try it with snow shoes all wrapped up in the hush of the night,
Remember all the miracles of icicles and frost,
Adulthood left your Winter magic in ruins you say,
Still it's up to you if your inner child is really that lost.

So even just a dustin' -
It's far better than nothin' -
Let Mother Earth heal a bit before balmy days,
Time enough before Spring showers or harvest to reap,
Gaia is tired and weary - we must let her sleep.

For myself and piece of mind,
I'll throw you a snowball and put a sled under my behind.




By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/17/2005

Snowflake Whispers...

Post by AquarianM on Nov 17, 2005 at 12:49am

Snowflake Whispers...



Falling in silence,
White on winds accumulate,
Swirling pearl dreamscape.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 11/17/2005