Mystery author of “Rainbow Bridge” comes forward.

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April Days

“The sun was warm

but the wind was chill.

You know how it is with

an April day.” -Robert Frost

Longwood Gardens

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St. Patrick’s Day

There’s an Isle, a green Isle, set in the sea,

Here’s to the Saint that blessed it.

And here’s to the billows wild and free

That for centuries have caressed it.

Here’s to the day when the men that roam

Send longing eyes o’er the water.

Here’s to the land that still spells home

To each loyal son and daughter.

Here’s to old Ireland—fair, I ween,

With the blue skies stretched above her.

Here’s to her shamrock warm and green,

And here’s to the hearts that love her.

By: Jean Blewett

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A Home Again

A shell,
much like a human heart,
will change over time,
growing in size
and even its capacity
to hold different inhabitants.
And sometimes
even the whole ones,
and the beautiful ones,
and the perfectly useful ones,
find themselves
empty and discarded.
And so,
I throw them back into the waters,
always,
with a wish and a prayer,
almost an incantation, really,
because of the number of times
I’ve done this ritual from the shoreline,
in the hopes that some being
will one day see it for what it is,
know just how to get inside,
and by doing so,
will make this empty vessel
a home again.

Author and Photographer: Susan McLean “A Home Again”

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America is a Gun

England is a cup of tea.
France, a wheel of ripened brie.
Greece, a short, squat olive tree.
America is a gun.

Brazil is a football on the sand.
Argentina, Maradona’s hand.
Germany, an oompah band.
America is a gun.

Holland is a wooden shoe.
Hungary, a goulash stew.
Australia, a kangaroo.
America is a gun.

Japan is a thermal spring.
Scotland is a highland fling.
Oh, better to be anything
than America as a gun.

-Brian Bilston

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Marilyn Monroe’s Unpublished Poems: The Complex Private Person Behind the Public Persona – Brain Pickings

Did you ever begin Ulysses? Did you ever finish it? Marilyn Monroe (June 1, 1926–August 5, 1962) did both. She took great pains to be photographed reading or holding a book — insistence born not out of vain affectation but of a genuine love of literature. Her personal library contained four hundred books, including classics like Dostoyevsky and Milton, and modern staples like Hemingway and Kerouac. While she wasn’t shooting, she was taking literature and history night classes at UCLA. And yet, the public image of a breezy, bubbly blonde endures as a caricature of Monroe’s character, standing in stark contrast with whatever deep-seated demons led her to take her own life.

Source: Marilyn Monroe’s Unpublished Poems: The Complex Private Person Behind the Public Persona – Brain Pickings

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“Tis the Set of the Sail

One ship sails east and one sails west

By the self-same wind that blows;

“Tis the set of the sail and not the gale

That determines the way it goes.

 

Like the ships of the sea are the ways of fate

As we voyage along through life;

“Tis the set of the soul that determines the goal

And not the calm or the strife.

-Ella Wheeler Wilcox (American author and poet)

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Simplify

Simplify:

Less is the new More.

Artist: Steve Hanks
Image found at Google Images

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The Lake Isle of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made;
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.
–William Butler Yeats

Image from Google Images

 

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Morning Light

It was only a sunny smile,
and little it cost in the giving,
but like morning light it
scattered the night and
made the day worth living.

-F.Scott Fitzgerald

Artist: Steve Hanks

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