Scenes on Sunday ~ Sand, Sea, and Sun
Life’s a Beach.
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jack collier
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arachnids
A Spider sewed at Night
Without a Light
Upon an Arc of White
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If Ruff it was of Dame
Or Shroud of Gnome
Himself himself inform
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Of Immortality
His Strategy
Was Physiognomy
Emily Dickinson
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Unlike a close friend of mine,
I am not a big fan of spiders,
nor scorpions, nor octopuses.
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
get yourself free
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you reach the end of day
just wishing you could fly away
from people, places and possessions
but as happens with all commitments
you can find yourself caught in such a trap
you get so used to it you can’t find your way back
just assert yourself and hope they won’t all desert you
you know when you are not yourself every day just hurts
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Everybody Hurts Sometimes
Every now and then even a strong man cries.
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May I walk happily, and may it be beautiful before me.
May it be beautiful behind me, happy and and beautiful below.
May it be beautiful above me and may beauty be all around my heart.
In beauty I cry and wonder, and in beauty there is both my sadness and joy.
Navajo Prayer.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Rest
Today I am the Chief Mourner at my Father’s Funeral.
Rest
Close thine eyes, and rest secure
Thy soul is safe enough; thy body sure;
He that loves thee; He that keeps
And guards thee, never slumbers, never sleeps
The smiling Conscience in a sleeping breast
Has only peace, has only rest.
Francis Quarles
Poet, 1592 -1644
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
end of days
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That the end of life is not action,
but contemplation ~
being as distinct from doing ~
a certain disposition of mind,
is, in some shape or other,
the principles of all the higher morality.
Walter Pater 1839 – 1894
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
photographs
sometimes on photographs will do.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the state of the arch
On the morning sun.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Sea of Sorrow
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Drinking from the waters of sorrow
sustains a different kind of life.
This sea is hidden from the rest of the world.
Tears drip of my chin and fall
into an endless flow of liquid love.
This silent sea sparkles with beauty.
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from Todd Nigro
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
dying in the past
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last night, dreaming of your past life
something I was not always part of
I was not there for all those problems
so why are there so many bitter tears
when the leading man disappears?
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
