Fire Boy leapt, flamed away from home goal
in search of new sources of fuel for his soul.
New places to taste - conversations to blaze.
New thoughts to have, to span the mind maze.
Experience burns high as the currents forge deep,
kinetic excitement shared with Fire Boy sweep.
Home fires happy to see him so bright,
flame on, flame on, into the night.
Linda McGeary
(c) 10.1.89
Our oldest son. Born under the fire sign. His first year away from home, off to college and work in the big city. He's our world traveler. Loves to experience a place from the back roads. Taste new foods. See how other people live, he loves people.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
MAGIC
I have woven magic into the bones of my children.
Each answer I gave was a magic thread laid down
to form an aspect of their personality.
Each experience, good or otherwise, given or allowed,
was a thread woven into the magic of emerging personhood.
What enchantments and spells are with them still?
Do they struggle against some binding line
thoughtlessly laid upon growing shoulders?
Perhaps, and I hope, most of the magic threads woven together
have been elastic enough to be reformed by them
to fit their needs and hold them in safety and comfort of being.
We parents, (Wizards and Sorceresses,) are weavers of magic,
laying our spells and enchantments deep in the bone
by nature and nurture.
May the blessing upon us be sight and wisdom
that the magic we can't help but give,
that what we have woven and weave,
will work to the highest good of them our spells touch.
Linda McGeary
(c) 9.12.95
Each answer I gave was a magic thread laid down
to form an aspect of their personality.
Each experience, good or otherwise, given or allowed,
was a thread woven into the magic of emerging personhood.
What enchantments and spells are with them still?
Do they struggle against some binding line
thoughtlessly laid upon growing shoulders?
Perhaps, and I hope, most of the magic threads woven together
have been elastic enough to be reformed by them
to fit their needs and hold them in safety and comfort of being.
We parents, (Wizards and Sorceresses,) are weavers of magic,
laying our spells and enchantments deep in the bone
by nature and nurture.
May the blessing upon us be sight and wisdom
that the magic we can't help but give,
that what we have woven and weave,
will work to the highest good of them our spells touch.
Linda McGeary
(c) 9.12.95
Saturday, February 21, 2009
NIGHT MUSE
"What did you see in the middle of the night?"
an underwater muse bubbled with delight.
"Follow the willowisp."
She said, swimming a dream stream.
Catching the twinkle tail
of a maze dazed whale,
I rode the charmed currents with my large friend.
Finding the way out in the end...
Or was it... the way in?
Linda McGeary
(c) 6.17.99
an underwater muse bubbled with delight.
"Follow the willowisp."
She said, swimming a dream stream.
Catching the twinkle tail
of a maze dazed whale,
I rode the charmed currents with my large friend.
Finding the way out in the end...
Or was it... the way in?
Linda McGeary
(c) 6.17.99
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
THE AMERICAN WAY
Free money! Free money!
Get it while it's hot!
Use it all, lose it all
whether it's 28% or not.
Credit!
What a marvel of modern science.
Even Einstein was amazed.
For the few to control the many
we make cash the impossible reliance.
We only have them for emergencies,
we lie to ourselves, out of control,
as we use them on every urgency.
Then panic begins to tighten
with an income change or loss.
The world begins to frighten
with minimum wage, high cost.
No full time, long term security,
only the American Way.
Their offering another credit card,
let's accept it with alacrity.
Ten is not enough,
stuff our wallets and our purses
while we're at it folks.
Let's pretend we're rich!
Never thinking... Pay-back's a Bitch!
Hide our heads in the sand.
Don't answer the phone
it might be a creditor,
another wage slave drone.
If you haven't been train to plastic,
for your sake don't start now.
Keep your self free
of the American Way.
Pay cash... and feel fantastic.
Linda McGeary
(c) 10.10.98
Get it while it's hot!
Use it all, lose it all
whether it's 28% or not.
Credit!
What a marvel of modern science.
Even Einstein was amazed.
For the few to control the many
we make cash the impossible reliance.
We only have them for emergencies,
we lie to ourselves, out of control,
as we use them on every urgency.
Then panic begins to tighten
with an income change or loss.
The world begins to frighten
with minimum wage, high cost.
No full time, long term security,
only the American Way.
Their offering another credit card,
let's accept it with alacrity.
Ten is not enough,
stuff our wallets and our purses
while we're at it folks.
Let's pretend we're rich!
Never thinking... Pay-back's a Bitch!
Hide our heads in the sand.
Don't answer the phone
it might be a creditor,
another wage slave drone.
If you haven't been train to plastic,
for your sake don't start now.
Keep your self free
of the American Way.
Pay cash... and feel fantastic.
Linda McGeary
(c) 10.10.98
Saturday, February 14, 2009
12TH FEBRUARY 14TH
We share a love as deep as a wellspring,
and as fresh.
Kept alive and connected
by countless times loving and giving our best.
Sunday drive in our new car, we talk as landscapes slide by,
square tabletop mountains harmonizing with sky.
"It's so beautiful here." A contented smile upon your face.
We uphold each others freedoms,
to be, not to be,
to business, to read, to write, to spend
or not.
Back home, awaiting a favorite TV show,
we breath in our connectedness.
Your warmth mingles with mine in a hug,
sending endorphins jetting along pleasure pathways.
We breath, deep remembering... why we love.
We breath deep, appreciation why it is so easy.
Linda McGeary
(c) 2.13.95
and as fresh.
Kept alive and connected
by countless times loving and giving our best.
Sunday drive in our new car, we talk as landscapes slide by,
square tabletop mountains harmonizing with sky.
"It's so beautiful here." A contented smile upon your face.
We uphold each others freedoms,
to be, not to be,
to business, to read, to write, to spend
or not.
Back home, awaiting a favorite TV show,
we breath in our connectedness.
Your warmth mingles with mine in a hug,
sending endorphins jetting along pleasure pathways.
We breath, deep remembering... why we love.
We breath deep, appreciation why it is so easy.
Linda McGeary
(c) 2.13.95
Friday, February 13, 2009
KALEIDOSCOPE
Life is a kaleidoscope song of Joy and Sorrow,
of dreams and visions of how it should be.
But how many times the colors shatter
and the dream illusions fall into the sea.
Linda McGeary
(c) May 1982
of dreams and visions of how it should be.
But how many times the colors shatter
and the dream illusions fall into the sea.
Linda McGeary
(c) May 1982
Thursday, February 12, 2009
BRIDGES
Solitary walk in natures glade for healing,
traversing bridges between the surfaces of life,
the depths of the inner world revealing.
Keeping Self intact, full and nourished with all
painful moments and pleasure revisited,
creative imagination, life's prolific call.
Feeding the soul on memory and melancholy
like letters from home, gifts from the heart,
touches of gold, of silver... sacred, holy.
Recollection and reflection of family and friends,
the virtues of soul; Frankness, simplicity,
humor and wit, with life's deepest sweetness blends.
Linda McGeary
(c) 3.19.96
traversing bridges between the surfaces of life,
the depths of the inner world revealing.
Keeping Self intact, full and nourished with all
painful moments and pleasure revisited,
creative imagination, life's prolific call.
Feeding the soul on memory and melancholy
like letters from home, gifts from the heart,
touches of gold, of silver... sacred, holy.
Recollection and reflection of family and friends,
the virtues of soul; Frankness, simplicity,
humor and wit, with life's deepest sweetness blends.
Linda McGeary
(c) 3.19.96
Wednesday, February 11, 2009
SUNSET
Pine trees black sunset silhouette
cast in rosepinkpurpleblue
breeze fresh
night bird calls to stillness
beauty's burgeoning joy
profound song in glorious hue
change to deepest indigo
"Peace"
whispers the first star of night
Linda McGeary
(c) 7.25.97
cast in rosepinkpurpleblue
breeze fresh
night bird calls to stillness
beauty's burgeoning joy
profound song in glorious hue
change to deepest indigo
"Peace"
whispers the first star of night
Linda McGeary
(c) 7.25.97
Monday, February 9, 2009
INLET DAY
Water way lazing West,
sun dappled golden, rippling quest.
Search for Ocean, fine the Sea.
Nothing to hinder what will be.
Gentle breeze carry gull cry.
White caps glisten, stretch out, die.
Soft roaring song, flat glare of light.
Fading colors, misting the night.
Inlet to share, treasure by the Sea...
I draw you close, into the heart of me.
Linda McGeary
(c) 7.1.93
sun dappled golden, rippling quest.
Search for Ocean, fine the Sea.
Nothing to hinder what will be.
Gentle breeze carry gull cry.
White caps glisten, stretch out, die.
Soft roaring song, flat glare of light.
Fading colors, misting the night.
Inlet to share, treasure by the Sea...
I draw you close, into the heart of me.
Linda McGeary
(c) 7.1.93
Saturday, February 7, 2009
DOUBLE VISION
Positive energy - Thought is deed.
Negative energy - Destructive seed.
Imagination has the power to kill,
the power to crush, to cripple at will.
Or it can bring joy and celebration,
blessing others without limitation.
A choice between two magnetic poles,
positive or negative, like to like souls.
The laws of the spirit glow duel in nature.
What's inside comes outside with every creature.
The desire of the heart, thoughts of the mind,
guard as more precious than treasure of any kind.
Laws of spirit manifest in the flesh,
choose between two, with one you will mesh.
Positive or negative. By one you will live.
Negative or positive. Which one will you give?
Linda McGeary
(c) 3.8.94
Negative energy - Destructive seed.
Imagination has the power to kill,
the power to crush, to cripple at will.
Or it can bring joy and celebration,
blessing others without limitation.
A choice between two magnetic poles,
positive or negative, like to like souls.
The laws of the spirit glow duel in nature.
What's inside comes outside with every creature.
The desire of the heart, thoughts of the mind,
guard as more precious than treasure of any kind.
Laws of spirit manifest in the flesh,
choose between two, with one you will mesh.
Positive or negative. By one you will live.
Negative or positive. Which one will you give?
Linda McGeary
(c) 3.8.94
Friday, February 6, 2009
SKY POETRY
Feathered calligraphy,
flying cursive
across slate blue air.
Wing-tip to wing-tip.
Dip, dive,
dance of perfect timing.
EXPLOSION
upward.
Falter - Question mark?
Recovery - Exclamation point!
Such joy of poetic motion.
Soon they will calligraphy South.
Snow will erase
their gentle cursive,
replacing it with
its own signature upon
the slate blue air.
Linda McGeary
(c) 10.29.99
(This was a large flock of small birds flying in formation. It is really a Fall poem, but I'm posting it for Kelly, who loves birds.)
flying cursive
across slate blue air.
Wing-tip to wing-tip.
Dip, dive,
dance of perfect timing.
EXPLOSION
upward.
Falter - Question mark?
Recovery - Exclamation point!
Such joy of poetic motion.
Soon they will calligraphy South.
Snow will erase
their gentle cursive,
replacing it with
its own signature upon
the slate blue air.
Linda McGeary
(c) 10.29.99
(This was a large flock of small birds flying in formation. It is really a Fall poem, but I'm posting it for Kelly, who loves birds.)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
EARTH AND HEAVEN
We are intimates
with mystery and paradox.
We are double beings.
Alchemy of flesh and spirit.
We are star-born nature
and the beast in the maze.
We dance the web of life
like spiders with spiky feet.
We are a piece of the sky
and a chunk of the earth.
Linda McGeary
(c) 9.27.95
with mystery and paradox.
We are double beings.
Alchemy of flesh and spirit.
We are star-born nature
and the beast in the maze.
We dance the web of life
like spiders with spiky feet.
We are a piece of the sky
and a chunk of the earth.
Linda McGeary
(c) 9.27.95
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
ROMANCE WITH FIRST THOUGHT
Oh! I am a fickle mistress.
I can not stay long with one thought.
Always another creeps in
to embrace and woo me.
I flit from one thought to the next.
Loving them all for the moment.
But alas! Not for long.
Soon a new thought comes slipping in
to bed my mind,
snuggle awhile before it is nudged
out into fading memory.
Oh! To live faithful,
at least to the present thought.
Alive and awake and fully in it.
Linda McGeary
(c) 2.3.95
I can not stay long with one thought.
Always another creeps in
to embrace and woo me.
I flit from one thought to the next.
Loving them all for the moment.
But alas! Not for long.
Soon a new thought comes slipping in
to bed my mind,
snuggle awhile before it is nudged
out into fading memory.
Oh! To live faithful,
at least to the present thought.
Alive and awake and fully in it.
Linda McGeary
(c) 2.3.95
Sunday, February 1, 2009
WINTER AFFAIR
Winter's breathless dark whisper still
Hill and home covered in winter's will
Diamonds sliding down moonbeams
Quiet slumbering earth dreams
Crystal frosted naked trees
Silent graceful dance of praise
Embracing cold powder dry
White rainbow glitter swirling by
Passionate snowflakes melting kiss
Winter's last flurry lovers bliss
Linda McGeary
(c) 3.15.96
(My poetry Muse challenged me to write a love poem to each of the seasons.
This was the winter.)
Hill and home covered in winter's will
Diamonds sliding down moonbeams
Quiet slumbering earth dreams
Crystal frosted naked trees
Silent graceful dance of praise
Embracing cold powder dry
White rainbow glitter swirling by
Passionate snowflakes melting kiss
Winter's last flurry lovers bliss
Linda McGeary
(c) 3.15.96
(My poetry Muse challenged me to write a love poem to each of the seasons.
This was the winter.)
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