Tag: education
member name: David D. Gilbaugh
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January 17, 2007 08:07 AM EST --
Early in the morning I attended Descanso Gardens for meditation and to take a few photographs. While at the The Full Moon Tea House I was listening to the cooler motor whirring in . . .
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July 25, 2006 12:37 AM EDT --
Boy Meets Wind
Mondays' breeze blew tween my toes, and
Tuesdays' wind went North and South.
Wednesday s' blow blew up my nose, then
Thursdays' blast blew right back out.
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August 17, 2006 11:27 PM EDT --
For my friend Jim Ross who thinks I'm deep.
What is deep?
I was told I was deep,
by Jim who matters,
but don't know what
it means, or flatters.
Does deep . . .
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September 11, 2006 11:48 PM EDT --
COYOTE'S CALL
Swift across the hillside heights,
snaking pungent chaparral,
above the stars of city lights,
as crescent moon begins to fall,
the coyote's choir hunts the night
for scent's . . .
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July 22, 2006 09:35 PM EDT --
MOUNTAINS
Mountains high and mountains low,
up and down through fog and snow
right and left go there and back,
pack big lunches . . .
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January 08, 2007 01:14 PM EST --
In wilderness of mind and time,
(on thoughts’ frail wings . . .
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August 02, 2006 04:58 PM EDT --
WHAT CAN SAND DO?
Sand Can -
Make a beach,
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August 26, 2006 12:54 AM EDT --
Fiction / ages 3 and up
Sam and Buddy - Call Them and They Come
A year ago, when I was six, my Mom gave me a Siamese kitten on my birthday, so I named it Davy Crockett. But my sister . . .
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January 10, 2007 11:16 PM EST --
A young mind journeys to the edge
where notions of transcendence are left teetering on the totter,
abandoned on a precipice of dialogue
by prior students who have scurried home . . .
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July 22, 2006 01:07 AM EDT --
Dedicated to Edward Nudelman, a smart fella and a poet. I like him.
This is why come here,
tasting one poem at time,
to learn,
to grow.
I write comments on others works, . . .
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July 30, 2006 12:01 AM EDT --
No Pie Tonight
My Mommy told me to be nice,
My Daddy told me twice,
My Sister told me nighty-nigh,
and my brother ate my pie.
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August 29, 2006 06:53 PM EDT --
GATHER INTELLECTS MUST BISECT or
YOU DON'T MAKE STEW AT A BARBQUE
Consumed as I gorge,
to consume and gorge it all.
Glutted on information
so to comprehend information,
amused by poetry . . .
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August 03, 2006 01:45 AM EDT --
THE UNIVERSE HAS MOON FLIES
The universe is a busy place,
the same size as my imagination,
a place where stars hide behind stars,
trying to hide their dust.
Where suns have planets, . . .
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November 07, 2006 01:00 AM EST --
FATHER AND CHILD OF WAR
Father and Child of War and Black Bones Bent were inspired by the paintings of Ludolf Grolle de Rochefort's and his poem An undignified death.,and the group poetry . . .
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March 03, 2007 11:32 AM EST --
Hello my Gather friends,
I am sometimes drawn in by my needs and share too much, or ask too much from my friends here at Gather. It always makes me feel a little sick, a little weathered, . . .
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September 08, 2006 04:35 PM EDT --
INTROSPECTION
photo by Douglas Gilbert
The WIKAWILLY OAK HAIKU
Wikawilly Oak
Bark branches, rings roots, sap soul
Wikawilly Oak
The Wikawilly . . .
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December 14, 2006 11:48 PM EST --
I used to be a bright young man; back when I was a senior in college and an intern youth pastor at our local church. Now, I am just the fifty year old “Dad” of a seventeen-year-old daughter, . . .
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July 12, 2006 12:10 AM EDT --
Fifteen minutes is the time it takes to change a tire, unless you can't find the jack handle, then it takes a short skirt and pouty lips, unless you have a five o'clock shadow, then you better . . .
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July 11, 2007 02:08 AM EDT --
There is a piece of plywood
in my bedroom on the floor
I woke to find my head
fastened to it with a wood screw
my shoulders, arms, and pelvis too
but there was no blood
to believe and ogle . . .
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January 10, 2007 12:31 AM EST --
There is that moment,
when crossing over,
when not knowing,
they work to swallow
a dry lump of nothingness
that - won't - go - down...
What of that fear . . .
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