Puente Nuevo shines at night Beauty revealed by grace of light Entrancing all within its sight Thirty-four years in the making With Andalusia sun baking An eventful undertaking Three hundred twenty feet in height Three arches constructed of stone Withstanding all winds that have blown Two plus centuries have shown Spanning El Tajo gorge with […]
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What is Showing? The theater is empty now, although the show goes on Who hears the gentle clicking of the film in the projector? Who sees the moving images upon the tattered screen? No house lights come up as the ending credits roll by With no one there to witness,is it really showing at all?
Alabama Nights Moonrise through the pines immediately reunites me with a former place and time Vision deeply etched in memory like the well-worn groove of a favorite record album Foothills of the Appalachians where it is easy to succumb to nature on those tranquil Alabama nights —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub — Quadrille #135:
Song of Roland’s Oral Tradition Song of Roland is an epic poem About a noble warrior a knight so bold 291 stanzas and 4002 verses In times of old, this tale was told Roland was Duke of the Marches of Brittany A nephew of Charlemagne in days of old He was ambushed and killed at
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The Coolest Job I Ever Had “Every time I’ve gone scuba diving, I’ve found a sunken ship – a sunken spaceship.”– Ron Rowland This quote sounds like a total fabrication, complete bull, or the rantings of a mad man. However, it is absolutely true – let me tell you about the coolest job I ever
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My Black Hole Soliloquy Why can’t I keep my thoughts in focus? They briefly flash then vanish before I lock on None can escape the gravitational abyss known as the black hole of my mind —— Image credit: Photographing a Black Hole, from the Event Horizon Telescope collaboration et al, published by NASA, April 13,
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Echo of My Heart moving outward from its source drifting westward like the sun soaring skyward beyond the clouds bouncing downward reversing course never wayward on this voyage rearward path poignantly traversed returning inward somewhat diminished always the steward of my being this awkward echo of my heart —— Linked to dVerse Poets Pub —
The Legend of Tan‘gun — The Bear-Woman’s Son Hwanung came down from heavena son of the Creator, this was his thinghe brought along three thousand friends,ruled the world, and declared himself king Settling on the Korean peninsula,he was godlike in his wisdom and acumenthen one day he learned a tiger and beardesired themselves to be
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Is This Heaven? – No, It’s Iowa I watched a baseball game last night played on the Field of Dreams it reminded all those watching baseball is much more than it seems Players took the field walking slowly out of the corn White Sox versus the Yankees vintage uniforms were worn The diamond was surrounded
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The House Where I Grew Up I wasn’t born in this house but I got there as fast as I could arriving when just two months old it’s the house where I grew up This nice home in Hampton Park helped nurture my adolescence days that upstairs window on the right is where I slept
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