Monday, July 27, 2009

7.27.09 ~ V02CM12~a.jpg ~ On Learning of Mark's Passing

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On the sad news of the passing of Mark Yannone on July 17 2009:

Mark will be deeply missed by many people.
His rousing and passionate postings on the Health forum spurred many a
spirited discussion, and Mark took it all in stride.
He quickly formed alliances and commanded respect,
whether one agreed with his views or not.
He was a gentle charmer of the most
magical kind and he will be sorely missed.
It was at his encouragement
with his helpful guidance
that I formed
shaped this blog.
I wish the most gracious of
days to his family
and soothing moments in their most difficult times.
JMS ~ 7.27.09

Saturday, July 25, 2009

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Once a blossom
bloomed to be
for you and me,
then the ivy,
vining there
seeped aspersions
to the air,
cast and stated
to a stone,
forcing us
to be alone,
all the thorns,
they cut the grace,
shredded all
the lovely lace
and filled it all
with empty space -
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

7.22.09 ~ goldw7u0-A.jpg

My brain in computerland --------->
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My lack of technological skill is legendary and a family joke of many years and laughs.

I need books simpler than the "Dummies" guide to help me work the computer.

In fact, I'm so technologically-challenged that when I used a facebook link sent by her to respond to my friend Julieps yesterday, I ended up adopting a horse and a puppy but never figured out how to respond to her.

So, if she see's this, I most humbly beg forgiveness.

JMS ~ 2009 {JOY in the arts!}

Friday, July 17, 2009

7.17.09 ~ Joey & Bear come to visit / Boo looking for dinner

Looking For Sugar
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Quiet here -
Where have you been?
The leaves miss you,
the crows chattered
calling your name to me -
"Tell him come party!"
They know
and they try to help -
'Perhaps she will smile,
or look back
and see his warm fun.'
Where have you been?
we won't discuss this
for now -
1995 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts! From: Sugar

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

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When did winter
saunter in
whisking summer
off, away,
tragic day -
when did summer
wander off
fade away,
tragic day,
will the music,
ever magic,
ease away
this awful
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

7.14.09 ~ CM121205-1h-CMPart~-Fr-Sg.jpg

Drizzly grey,
rainy day,
fall begins
its early way,
summer not yet
here to stay.
Catch the clover,
turn it over,
wishing on
some long-gone
trails linger
in his past,
knew this never
there could last,
golden echo,
through the years,
his shadows grow,
lyrics ring,
still his magic
all too tragic.
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

7.13.09 ~ CM090601-c4-z-CMPart~Fr-Sg.jpg ~ Julie/Bruce


Lilac bloom,
weed or flower
of the hour,
lily, rose,
vining pretty
where it grows,
all the magic
standing there,
proud and happy
to the air,
morning glory,
sun is shining
as it will,
brick and cinder,
there to climb,
hold the pose
of breathless rhyme,
as the garden
dances, played,
charming all
in proud parade.
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

Sunday, July 12, 2009

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7.12.09 ~ For Goran ~ CM041405-2n-CMpart~Fr-Sg.jpg

For Goran

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Sleep gone,
this night, oppressive,
smears the chance to rest,
it's been too long,
the soft and comfort
gone, too long, gone,
the prairies and the breeze,
the easy trees,
the dreams and fortunes,
cast into the mix of all,
this magic seeped
somewhere away from me,
it used to be
so ready at the there
so easy in the air,
but long, so long,
it let it's go of me,
left me in this
greying void,
these granite walls,
chips and cinders,
they itch and scratch.
abrade my mind,
bruise the deepest
valleys of my weary soul,
stain their awful pain
upon my heart,
damn tattoo!
engraved into the mists,
the shadows and echoes
of what could be -
of what might have been.
and I am still here,
still aching
for someone to love me,
someone to transport me,
to let me transport them,
but my life, as it is,
as it never was,
is long over and
soon approaching that lake,
that deep, dark lake,
that we all seep into
as we are forgotten,
and finally shamed into it.
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

Thursday, July 2, 2009

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Here into this staring night
hours, eagles, taking flight,
crossing moonbeams in the trail,
racing through each lofting veil,
hearts and wings, they beat a tone,
soaring over ray and stone,
to the magic seeping there,
on into the thickened air,
poetry and rhythms live
in the spaces that they give,
while wondrous eyes will capture and
work to paste them to the land,
in memory and childish play,
all the stories find a way,
echoing the eons shifts,
fluffing into patient drifts,
the history, it has to be
retold, retold, quite patiently,
impressing to an aural book
the pages that the ages took,
imprinted to the magic gates,
to settle where each pathway waits,
to score and etch in every place
the tales and wishes of each grace.
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

7.01.09 ~ The Irish Well ~ CM060505-1k-CMpart~-Fr-Sg-REV-6in~W a.jpg

Struggle words
to seal this oath,
remembered or prophetic -
some would speak
of poetry,
and some would so
pathetic -
What the chance
the mind would take
to let the lion loose,
and tell a tale
of weeping grace,
or anguished stride
or ruse - So,
tender tongued
or scraping strut
may seek expressions floor -
though some may come
as arrogance,
so many come as more -

NOTE: The Irish Well was a bar and restaurant located on the corner of University and Prior Avenue in St. Paul, Minnesota, which hosted an open stage and a supportive atmosphere for local talent in a variety of mediums and pursuits.
1995 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!

7.01.09 ~ CM040507-b-CMpart~-Fr-Sg.jpg

Ever cinder,
the pebbles of midnight
press, granite and sand,
to my heart - - still my breathing - -
shattered echoes,
these stones and tones
bruise the hours,
minutes and years
of unspent tears - -
No oceans to well over,
flood this earth,
they slosh in my mind,
to fossils
the dreams that once
soared - -
all stored
in foolish
ecstasy - - me.
2009 JM Shephard ~ JOY in the arts!