Squimmy
1989-2007
Beloved of Rebecca and David, departed this 20th day of January. Adopted as an orphan and cared for as family. I knew this sweet girl and mourn her passing. Bon voyage mon petite.
I offer the following for her owners:
Do not stand at my grave and weep
Do not stand at my grave and weep
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow,
I am the sun on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry,
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary Frye
Posted by macguiguru as Discuss!, Life, etc., Musings, People, Photos, Poetry at 4:45 PM MST
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For all youse punks.
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Posted by macguiguru as Humor, Musings, Poetry at 2:18 PM MST
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There are many poems that speak to my heart - this is one that speaks often. The opening phrase is so hopeful, I can only think the author was divinely inspired.
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 9:38 PM MST
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My grandmother was the strongest woman I’ve ever met. She lived in Vandergrift, PA - a steeltown that subsequently struggled after WWII. Depression, war, house fire - life was NOT easy with three daughters after her husband collapsed and died on the steps of the steel plant after a sunday shift. She went on. I always admired her humor and her iron will, which I saw clearly in my mother. She was such a survivor. I’m certain her spirit lives on.
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 11:32 PM MST
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One of Robert Service’s greatest works, IMHO
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 11:26 PM MST
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If you’ve never heard this song by the man who made the song ‘Convoy’ famous, you’re in for a treat. Same ’storyteller’ style but very fast, complicated ‘lyrics’ (it doesn’t really rhyme) and hilarious story. Get a copy of the MP3 from somewhere, then sit down and TRY to follow along. I dare ya. How he managed to remember this entire saga is a feat unto itself. Definitely transcends the typical Country/Western genre.
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 11:21 PM MST
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For my pal Anthony Lee on the eve of his first high-speed connection.
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Posted by macguiguru as Humor, Musings, Poetry at 9:02 PM MST
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I remember Fogerty’s ‘Who Will Stop the Rain’ about the Vietnam War. This song is just as hard to listen to.
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 11:44 PM MST
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by Stan Ridgeway
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 11:34 PM MDT
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The Hunting of the Snark (pdf, 1Mb)
laid out on 8.5 x 11 pages complete with original illustrations. Artwork is low-resolution to keep the file size down.
A classic that every child should hear at least once.
Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 10:49 AM MDT
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One of my very favorite songs. Superb arrangement and killer vocal. Get it.
Believe that life can go on.
Life Holds On
by Beth Nielsen Chapman
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 9:25 PM MDT
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“Works like a horse” is a very old saying. Everyone that works to survive knows the feeling of the ‘endless furrow’. We all pull the plow together but our dreams have to transcend it.
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When I first started communicating with Marilyn (who was to become my wife) I realized that I had found someone who really spoke to my inner child, which had faded to a near-wraith after seventeen years of marriage to an alcoholic.
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Posted by macguiguru as Musings, Poetry at 12:00 AM MST
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As I ‘cleaned house’ metaphorically, I discovered that my heart was made the way it was by all the experiences I’d had. Some good. Some terrible. Sting calls it ‘…the shape of my heart…’ but to me it’s a house.
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My father was not always my best friend - he still isn’t. However, he did give me a lot of good advice and was as good a father as he could be. He never lied to me or backed away from a challenge in life. Here’s my thanks for that.
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“Keep the homefires burning” took on a whole new meaning for me as I struggled through a career change. I faced a number of people who were point-blank evil bastards and wanted nothing less than to crush my spirit. Something in me took fire and burns to this day.
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