A collection of poems, snippets and other musings. Now preserved in perpetuity in the cloud of 1s and 0s we call The Internet. Please note they are quite rough, as they come more from scratches and scribbles and little mental explosions than from a finely crafted and revised process like a novel or short story. Spinning thoughts like fire sprung in a mind without delineation break me from subsconscious while begging for respite slow down slow down I miss my dear old chemicals.
The winter snow brings signs of peace until the snowplow comes and wipes the contentment from our face like jihadis in the night Dirty, festering evildoers just let us have our fun. Flowers and sparkles in a moonless night sky carnivorous berries stalk the earth.
She pronounces justice with crystal clarity. She's done waiting for the concentrated wealth of the 1%. To trickle down magically to the other Christmas Poems. «Tattoo Body Art The (First Annual) Christmas Poem Twas the night before It couldn't be better, we like all the others. But they are not out.
Into this valley of dying stars My emptiness falls to rest Solid apothecary of the utmost breadth curing us bereft until one day our fountainhead sprasy a gusher of voluminous sweat and tears and blood and recipes of the makings of a free man. Into the silence I fade my blanket a reliquary of respite So long since I felt this So desperately absent from life and the gazing vision of society.
Sweet science of a broken clock uttering breathless stares into the forest of lost pilgrims marching forward in the night. They do not hear They do not speak Their listless abandon is the violet that shrinks. Someday a prince will come and pull you from your gutter but only after icebergs melt from the heat of staring eyes.
And the strangeness of it sounding like a proverb. Oh really, are they for sale? To undo the dogma of domination, Snap out of blame-the-victim hypnosis,. Some have, and they ache in longing. Louise Little Hearts, Big Love.
The words flow freely into the ether waiting for someone to pluck them from the air hold them close pull tight to their heart but instead they float lost in the nothingness of s p a c e. In my life I strive for greatness, immortality through acts and intentions.
O, to make oneself a being most memorable is an end we all dream for ourselves. My final hope is to search deep inside, so I type this message to you … while my heart beats alone on the wood of my desk. In truth I am merely an ant. My ego is a silent wing That one day will be broken It never soars, I never sing Its presence but a token Of Borrowed hopes From twilight sprung They lay upon a mantle Cut from the flesh of fallen oak While sullen babies babble. We all die alone. Our lives are spent searching for others to distract us in between. We are born alone. Life is the time we spend looking for others to distract us in the time between.
I tried to buy your love. Go to sleep, little baby.
So, maybe we can hang out or sumthin. Sears lived through the civil war. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a contemporary of Edward Sears and also, yes, a Unitarian, wrote the poem about Christmas Bells, which is in our hymnal and which the choir just sang.
It was written about the civil war. Peace on earth, good will to men. The Christmas spirit in the words of these men, good Unitarians that they were, is something that should lead us to change our lives, to change the world for the better. Yes, being willing to change CAN be traditional! It was the religion of domesticity, which would be represented at Christmas-time not by Jesus of Nazareth but a newer and more worldly deity- Santa Claus.
A favorite character of adults and children was really created when a famous poem was written and published. It was read to me as a child. I have read it to my own children. I am sure most of you have read it many times. Originally attributed to Clement Clarke Moore, it may have instead been the work of Henry Livingston. The poem with its Jolly Old Elf, the sleigh with 8 tiny reindeer, all of it contains the defining cultural creation of Santa Claus.
Nast created the pictures that are how we see Santa Claus today. A nice idea that was, as takes Santa beyond the boundaries of any one country. Christmas imagery was furthered enhanced when another Unitarian, Nathaniel Currier, and his partner, Jims Ives, began making their famous Christmas lithographs.
So Unitarians had a really big role in creating Christmas, as we know it. But did they really save it? Can a holiday be saved? But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round — as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
And therefore, uncle, though it has never put a scrap of gold or silver in my pocket, I believe that it has done me good, and will do me good; and I say, God bless it! Christmas is a time to think of other people, regardless of their station in life, as fellow passengers in life.
I think that is salvation. We may have to save the holiday again because many seem to have forgotten that it is not about greed, about plenty for some, salvation for some, about over-spending, or about arguing about whose holiday it is. It belongs to all of us.
And even though, as Unitarians and Universalists, we helped create this holiday, we are with full hearts more than willing to share it with everyone, in the spirit of the season. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays. Christmas , Unitarian Universalism. You are commenting using your WordPress.
You are commenting using your Twitter account. You are commenting using your Facebook account. Notify me of new comments via email. Sermons, Poetry, and Other Musings. Create a free website or blog at WordPress. The story ends as follows: A Puritan minister at the time wrote: But back to the antiwar message, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, a contemporary of Edward Sears and also, yes, a Unitarian, wrote the poem about Christmas Bells, which is in our hymnal and which the choir just sang.
Then from each black, accursed mouth The cannon thundered in the South, And with the sound The carols drowned Of peace on earth, good-will to men! And this simplicity was sought to balance the fog of war's confusion and the chaos of the battlefield.
Take Basho, the illustrious Japanese haiku master who lived during the Edo, or Tokugawa, period. There are scholars who deem Basho as the Wordworth of Japan. Both Basho and Wordsworth emphasized exposure to nNature as intrinsic to spiritual development, wherein a good relationship with nNature assisted in connecting the individual to his soul, thus making nNature a therapeutic means to de-stress and regain authenticity.
Essentially, nNature transforms a person so that he re-accesses his mind, individuality, and uniqueness to help mitigate the pain or difficulty encountered. Publishing the intersection of image and text. Digital products or content purchased from this site are sold by Plurality Press, Inc. You hack everything down in battle….