Foolish Monkey

Foolish Monkey
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MAGIC TOWN where the old never die, Connecticut,
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January 31
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*************************** *************************** WARNING: what you read at noon is NEVER the same poem or post a few hours later. I can't help myself. I like to noodle. HELPFUL SUGGESTION: if you like what you've read (and even if you didn't), come back in a day or two. It'll be better. In fact, if you hated it, you must come back and read it again because it will definitely be better. *************************** "I find that I am so excited I can barely sit still or hold a thought in my head. I think it's the excitement only a free man can feel, a free man at the start of a long journey whose conclusion is uncertain" -Red in The Shawshank Redemption, Stephen King ***************************

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AUGUST 8, 2012 10:47AM

we are this/love poem to a horse

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I will tell you I have dreamed

of a calling, passion

in whisper

that tinkles so soft

it is nearly

not

listen carefully

you will hear love

in the slap of running feet and

we are water rushing to joy

 

I will never waken

having entered that portal

one story told a thousand thousand times

immortal in a moment, a dream

like water

like love

we

 

 

 

 

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It seems like forever and a day since I have read your beautiful poetry dear.
this is outstanding and much appreciated honey....
Waving hello...
thank you sweetie. :) hope all is well w you. here we are menza/menza. nothing like waiting for the boom to drop or not.

it's a beautiful summer, relentless, hot and through it all, we're alive. and there's nothing better than that. ::waving back::
nicely written, nicely voiced Foolish Monkey. Long time, no read! :)
thank you bd. I've been riding and then sweating buckets and then coming home and collapsing and I could only think about creating in the distance because I am so happy being around horses.
Reads as if a dream itself, very effect language. Languid I would say.
Enjoyed very much Monkey, good to see you.