The Kaleidoscope Chronicles: Poetry in Three Voices
Phibby Venable, Emily Burns, and Sel Whiteley
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The wonderful thing about epiphany is that it belongs to us all-- the junkman singing "Ave Maria" at three in the morning, the teenage boy reading something in the smile of the girl in the second row, the child looking through a cardboard tube with mirrors and bits of colored plastic. It is one of life's happy paradoxes that we can catch a glimpse of true perfection--God, harmony, the music of the spheres, call it what you will-- in the simplest of ways, through the simplest of vessels. We do not have to throw ourselves into volumes of philosophy or medieval abbeys to find our epiphanies; sometimes, we just need to dig into the bottom of an old toy chest, and, becoming innocent and curious children once more, put the end of the kaleidoscope up to our eye. . .
--w.k. kortas
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Stay close, my heart, to the one who knows your ways;
Come into the shade of the tree that always has fresh flowers.
Don't stroll idly through the bazaar of the perfume-makers:
Stay in the shop of the sugar-seller.
If you don't find true balance, anyone can deceive you;
Anyone can trick out of a thing of straw,
And make you take it for gold
Don't squat with a bowl before every boiling pot;
In each pot on the fire you find very different things.
Not all sugar-canes have sugar, not all abysses a peak;
Not all eyes possess vision, not every sea is full of pearls.
O nightingale, with your voice of dark honey! Go on lamenting!
Only your drunken ecstasy can pierce the rock's hard heart!
Surrender yourself, and if you cannot be welcomes by the Friend,
Know that you are rebelling inwardly like a thread
That doesn't want to go through the needle's eye!
The awakened heart is a lamp; protect it by the hem of your robe!
Hurry and get out of this wind, for the weather is bad.
And when you've left this storm, you will come to a fountain;
You'll find a Friend there who will always nourish your soul.
And with your soul always green, you'll grow into a tall tree
Flowering always with sweet light-fruit, whose growth is interior.
~Rumi~
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My first book
"The Children's Civil War Alphabet Book" is finished. And available here:
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now I've got to get motivated on the second one. :)
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Just Another Day In Paradise
by Robert Luna
First Published Book
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C. BOYLAN
Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One
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THE LOST BOYS
With open arms, you welcome us into the bounty of your breast
We gather at your feet, looking up to hear your words...listening
A special person you are, with a special gift which draws us to your voice
You are that gentle whisper, that soft hand........filled with goodness
Reminding us of earlier years, times we long to bring back
All the good qualities you possess, keep us close to your page
You are as fresh as spring rain, rooted like the mighty oak
We........the lost boys, listen....searching for that one woman
--anonymous
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My Gift
if I could shatter into a million pieces
and fly in all the directions I would need to go
to hold all the hands I need to hold
to defrost all the hearts; froze-
Zen would be the gift I'd share
to millions of souls everywhere
And to the one millionth and one I'd miss,
My gift would be a Christmas kiss-
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Gifts given in revelry
as souls cajole hypnotically.
Kisses meander upon ghostly lips
mistletoe icons & Zen postscripts
Make meaning of matter when given from heart
turning aqueous solid, freeze-form, then a spark-
from kiss of life my body {{{shatters}}}
My gift conceived, a soul reprieved,
and one million and one diamonds, scatter.
--KUFU
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Emily Is Sewing
Emily is sewing, her threads kept
in a pale blue can
There is a cameo on the lid
in white, in profile
She is working with small pieces
that grow large and wander
out the kitchen window
Soon they scatter the neighborhood
which is so small that no one takes notice
They cross the mountains
into the cities, that pause,
in pleasure
There is a measure in the cloth
that they like
There is a voice somewhere
where the threads have worn soft
Emily has thrown away
some old patterns,
She has knotted the thread
with gentle teeth
She has pulled it tight
to make sure it will hold
Emily is sewing
with her luminous needle
Her eyes on alert
for dropped stitches.
--Phibby Venable
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Fish for Emily
A Poem by Armada
Why would you doubt your brilliance?
O you don’t, I don’t, they don’t,
but have I seen the sharp edges
of letters strike everyone though
at some point or curve or slash, dash.
But you know, fish chase anything shiny,
there is an ocean chasing after everyone.
If some were any brighter or elaborate
there would be flashing caution signals.
But not me, if I were a fish, it would be
a dowdy dull sole ruffled beneath the sand
hiding from the world around me.
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The older I get, the less I remember to filter the words that flow from my brain to my mouth. I move quickly from one thought to another or I linger too long on something that was said five minutes ago. If you find that I've left "the verb and the pronoun out" of some exchange between us. Let me know. I'll get it together and we'll have a pleasant conversation.
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