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| 27 May 2009 12:56:11 am |
 To My Son Ryan |
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To My Son Ryan
You were a Christmas Event
And so you have remained
Every day of your life to me
I remember how we
Were filled with awe
As you tottled into the room
Each evening when we could
I would walk you to the bluff
Above the Sea
Some message from the heart
Bade me remember
Baby Days with you
Of all the many blessings
This life has gifted me with
None, more precious and constant
Than my love for you...
You have been my friend
As well as my son..
When life had made my needs
So much simpler these days
Your regard for me
A Never ending steam of comfort
Your kindness is a gate
Can always walk through
Which I can always pass
And know that I have been
truly seen and loved
What gift can I bring you?
That compares with the gift
You are to me?
The world as well as I
Rejoices with me this day
That you have come
To keep us kind company
To teach us to be grateful and kind
Indeed, the teachers
Teacher is here
Happy Birthday Son!
Your humbled and wondered Father...
S.Alari |
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| 27 May 2009 12:54:40 am |
| To My Mother |
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To My Mother
A Giant She Is
A Fire To Light The Way
As I Stumbled Through The World
She is My Darling Mother
What More Can I Say?
The Utterance Of Her Name
Brings Me To Tears Of Shame
At My Early Blame...Of Her
For All My Youthful Fears And Doubts
I Called Her Name In Blame
For All My Early Shame
Yet, Now....Of The Madness That
Belongs To Me...My Gifted Strangeness
Born Of Her Loins..I Now Rejoice!
At The Array Of Colors That Have
Painted My Life...So Gaily,
Like Some Painted Doll Man
I Have Strutted Down These Days
And From Many A Balcony Leapt
And My Cape, Caparisoned
Around My Daring Deeds
Emblazoned With Her Name! |
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| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[187] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 27 May 2009 12:52:14 am |
| With This Pen |
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With This Pen
With This Pen,
I Thee Write
That I May
Know Thy Might!
S. Alari |
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| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[140] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 26 Mar 2009 09:24:33 pm |
| work and life |
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I was just reading this wonderful book
The joy of its reading rose deeply in me!
What came to me is that I do love to work
and what also came is the simple joy of reading
with nowhere to go and nothing to do!
Truly I am glad to be alive
If only for the days that remain
If they will be filled with work
and the pleasure of reading
I shall be grateful for the living of it.
This life, I cannot figure out
I only know the pleasure and pain
of its minutes...Yet..
That is plenty and enough..
Each time I open my eyes
new scenes, new feelings,
new wonderings and doubts
fill the pages of the momens drawing out
to slowly fill the tapestry of the day..
then its over...and to sleep again..only
to wake up and start anew with a
whole new tapestry that flows past
my eyes, past my sweating heart..
my aging body..still here and grateful
of any and all of it!
How long shall I yet stand here?
Still alive and feeling, drinking it all?
Who is to know..no one to tell me..
Only when my eyelids still open
on the scene of it..that is only how
I know, ...I am still here!
At whose insistence? Who cares!
Torremolimos Spain
March 27, 09
The clock reads 10:27 am |
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| Posted By : Stanley | Comments[264] | Trackbacks [0] |
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| 26 Mar 2009 01:42:23 am |
| On Reading Lorca |
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I've been here in Spain for about two weeks now..Love it!! So relaxing and laid back... I have begun a revision of the Brain Game..I went to a little english book store in Torremolimos, While there I traded in some books and bought 4 for fun reading....One of the books I turned is one on the life of a famous Spainish writer Garcia Lorca...this guy was a flame thrower of artistic talent!! Poetry, plays, art, the guy wrote on anything he got his hands on!! book covers, matchbook covers...just full of his writings and sketches....he was truly a madman and fountain of artistic expression!! He was asked near the end of his life (45 years old-executed by the the Tyrant Franco)..What is your favorite play you have written? He responded "None of them! My favorites are the ones I haven't written yet!!" He also said near the end that he had 4800 projects still to do!"
I wrote this poem as a tribute to him (written last year on finishing the reading of his autobiography)
A Costume of the Heart, Hides me, sings me
Some strange song I see as myself..
Who is this creature of song and doubt?
Who is this child man who walks through this journey, I call my life?
Who and what and where from...come ye to move me...
To Kiss me daily with dreams and work??
What and where do I come from??
Where and what moves these bones, these lips?
This crazy, wonderous Mind
That carves sculptures that are my days??
It seems I cannot know anything about this!
This...thing I am..
These things that do me..Thrill me, Stampede me
headlong into my minutes, my nights, and my wonderous dreaming
of a better life...than these my mad days!!
(After reading Lorca 7:14 am April 25, 2008
Salamanca, Spain |
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