Tag: spirituality
member name: John F Walter
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July 07, 2007 08:09 PM EDT --
For Birdie Jaworksi, talented writer, poet and blogger, whose vision of the Internet as a catalyst for change has inspired my inner heart; and for the Iraqi people. Every day fifty or more people are being . . .
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March 31, 2008 01:24 PM EDT --
For Padre Flavio Zavala, my first mentor, who taught me a little Spanish, a lot of Latin, how to play chess, and what I needed to know about finding God in the small things.
Plaza . . .
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May 01, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
for Angela Claire and Andalucia Dotson
may·day [máy dày] noun. distress call: the internationally recognized communications distress call.
My friend draws bright discs in . . .
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July 15, 2007 12:22 PM EDT --
Sonnet elegy for Don Francisco Cara Martin, my father-in-law (1930-2002).
I never liked its name, 'Alzheimer's,´
Which brings to mind a faulty rhymer,
Who, . . .
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February 26, 2006 11:15 PM EST --
For Angela Zack
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles today
Tomorrow will be dying.
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May 08, 2006 01:06 AM EDT --
for Shaykh Ali Abu Talib, with thanks to Maureen Sullivan Stemberg for inspiration and the word itself and its idea.
Should I feel grateful for my life,
when it's been given freely . . .
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April 03, 2009 09:41 AM EDT --
For my beautiful friend and fellow poet Andrea Grenadier. I wish her the best of health--the intervention of the Elohim--and pray she recovers soon from her painful back surgery.
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March 28, 2006 09:35 PM EST --
for Laura, Robert, Abu, Edward, Will
and all my poet friends on the Path
This is how I would die
into the love I have for you
as pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight
la ilaha illa-llah, la ilaha . . .
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June 01, 2006 05:17 PM EDT --
for Hannah Dreyma, in experience and belief
Snails' trails led me in
over marble and gravel
stumbling and crashing--
lonely, loony, and lost.
Hands bled from a fence.
I wiped my face red,
tasted . . .
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June 29, 2006 01:10 PM EDT --
for Mark Christian Klopp, troubadour, chocolatier, seer
I just found a silk souk past the Gate of Scales,
I just tasted a grape from your open mouth.
The medina spirals inward sighing genie tales
from . . .
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December 04, 2006 01:40 PM EST --
for Douglas Gilbert, sensitive teacher, soulful poet, wise children's storyteller, who has taught me new ways to express brotherly love in the emptiness.
Note: I wrote the first draft of this poem . . .
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February 25, 2008 08:15 PM EST --
for Jan Hersh, poet and artist of harmonious spiral and my dear friend, who dances stellar forms into dynamic embodiment.
How you got
Mapped like that
Blessed
* . . .
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October 05, 2006 10:06 PM EDT --
To Laura, Ed, Will, Ludolf, Ali, Max, Jan, Marinela, Barbary, Brenda, Sonia, Amy, Hannah, Breanne, Cheryl, Magi, Nathan, Douglas, Amanda, E.B., Silvia, Jenn, Mandi, Carol, Jessie, Jacob, Carla, Annina, . . .
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September 27, 2006 12:41 PM EDT --
for Marianne Walter, my sister who nearly tickled me to death. This poetic narrative fragment,, rewritten into another fictional form, has become part of the prologue of my new . . .
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March 22, 2006 07:10 AM EST --
for Chris Naut (1957--1983)
Raccoon leads the way
through the descending cave
toward the shining pools
light where there's no light
Raccoon you perished under
swerving skidding bald tires . . .
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April 22, 2006 09:35 PM EDT --
For Laura Stuart Mercer
(sung to a Gershwin style melody done Big Band style)
The girl I can kiss without having kissed her,
The miss who I miss without having dismissed . . .
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February 22, 2006 12:47 PM EST --
For Father Flavio Zavala
Two chickens pecking at my door when I come in,
And I am not surprised at their clamor, they've left
The yard hopping steep steps in cold morning hours
As surely as I once . . .
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February 21, 2006 10:10 PM EST --
For my niece Siobhan Walter
My candle burns in sputters, its white haloed wick
much too short. In . . .
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February 20, 2006 08:25 PM EST --
for Laura Mercer
A grill forms between us, grass widow--
who sings the melic, who Dies Irae?
In our confessional a roundelay
gusts frozen winds across this sere meadow.
You focus the lens, scumble . . .
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June 05, 2006 05:21 PM EDT --
for Nathan Shauer
First comes the flight through the villages of long chimneys
where white homes grow from caves, smoking fires and bones.
No straight path up or down hillsides, . . .
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