The troubadour's golden digest

I've never opened my thoughts to the public before, maybe it's time.
We'll see.
         (Today, 11 june, 2006 I publicly call myself a liar for
         what is the majority of my poetry portfolio,
         except a small window into my life
         which is quickly opened to let out a ray of hope,
         or despair?)

Special Thanks to Scarlett for my lovely blue ribbon.

Comments are always welcome, and even encouraged!
Please stay a while and have a cup of tea with some chocolate chip cookies. There is champagne served after the bewitching hour, but it's strictly BYOB - lol.

Three special thanks before closing. First to Kåre Enga in Udon Thani for the following poem:

Quartet for Strings

for Alfred

Let your bow ply long high notes
or stroke them smooth and mellow.
Caress my supple outstretched neck;
pluck the strings of my cello. [163.399a]


And second to Startiara for her budding mastery in the Than-Bauk:

Booth is his name

Writing his game
set aflame words
reclaim meanings
Tame syllables

Iva Lilly Durham has come up with a new Than-Bauk; the original was lost, unfortunately.

The Man from Paree

The man from Paree
shouts with glee now.
I'm free, he says;
Gee, it feels good.

And here is a last minute addition which I recently found in another blog. Thank you Ski -ster .

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

Jala Ad-din Rumi
Persian Poet and Mystic, 1207-1273

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