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The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes Tallmadge Womb of Eternal Luv

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I will suply the booklet to those , who request one.

Thee poet sits in a womb tomb, in a room, a lone, where dye soul stains the veins in vain pain that every Christmas, thee wilts away, and cries the thorns that prick away, the scabs of yonder Christmas blight, pondering renewal.

This PEACE of worn inside, out pieces, be shattered glass shards that walk brittle verse barefoot, preying upon shallow shrill ground, chilled cold to the skeletal bone, sign of thy cross to bear "The Womb Of Christmas", To Be Knotted Naught TOO BEE but a mirage hell hole hollow tear.

This is a love Christmas dedication to Tallmadge, The Circle, The Center The Compass The Spokes, we need as a nation, to become United States in a 1776 Crossing The Delaware Christmas Miracle that created this nation.

The booklet is done and can be seen as JPEG at Tallmadge High School, Tallmadge Memories then and now, and Austin Artmosphere Artists on Facebook.

Thursday, December 2, 2021


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The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes Tallmadge Womb Bearing Eternal Love



Oh The Circle rhyme of thy heart, vibrate The Center of thy very soul, among The Compass revolving thy verse around thee words, where The Spokes evolve inside womb blessed within Humanity.

The Circle of time, revolving The Center composite composure, whence The Compass feels thy heart beat flow, feeling divine love glow, upon The Spokes stoking exalted Poet Trees around a church and town hall.

The Circle be unbroken, where The Center within you has found this Amazing Grace love rhythm, where upon The Compass, We navigate our mind’s trail-ways, wherein traversing The Spokes, our Soul, dost finds Peace and Tranquility that blesses our journey.

~~~Above with old school and Circle Church Tallmadge Picture~~~

The Circle rotates the seasons, while the Center feels the years, The Compass navigates time clock-wise, while The Spokes evolve the rhyme, in swaying spring verse, upon Tallmadge Poet Trees.  

The Circle of crystal clear enlightenment, The Center creative core of conceptual conscience conciseness, The Compass that guides our cerebral hemisphere lobes that find internal direction momentum, where upon The Spokes, We turn words around our exist tenses amid sense-tences bearing our aura persona declarations.

The Circle, be so full of indigestion congestion traffic procrastination, The Center hiccups, would could should, Thinks To Be, then shrinks Too Bee naught, Tallmadge teeter totter ring, merry go round as The Compass spins around circle center spun roulette wheels, where The Spokes detach for the Western Reserve, Connecticut Knight mare ride to Guinevere.

~~~Old High School, LIFE 1944 Cover~~~

The Circle must exist, in The Center of our soul tenses, wherein The Compass sense of self driven direction awareness, one finds The Spokes terse tense of defining one’s eulogy, if just only, to ourselves.

Christmas upon The Circle, where The Center womb, dost encompasses The Compass prancing love in every direction, alight tranquility, where The Spokes, dew spread Divine peace around the world with words hugging humanity.

The Circle heart spins Amazing Grace, The Center bearing thy soul singing Hallelujah, as
The Compass evokes this divine love melody, around the world, where The Spokes create these magical trails, upon stairway to heaven.

~~~Old Junior High School, Blue Devil THS Logo~~~

The Circle starts ticking our lifelong journey, where The Center beats the womb of moving the heart's rhyme through time, as The Compass within our mind directs us, upon The Spokes of veins going our to explore, and arteries coming home to rest and contemplate.

The Circle of planetary universe movements, The Center of stationary UniVerse of UniQue inner human beings, The Compass that merges inner and outer space, upon The Spokes that have no defined dimensions.

The Circle revolves peace, The Center evolves love, The Compass evokes compassion, while The Spokes develop our souls, for their journey.

~~~Old Post Office, Overdale Elementary~~~


The Circle of knowledge, The Center of enlightenment, The Compass of inspiration, The Spokes of universal understanding

The Circle of Camelot, in The Center of make believe, oh spin The Compass of rhyme, upon once upon time The Spokes casting dreams, onto the kid, within all of our imaginations.

The Circle within being, The Center revolves the dream in us, while the Compass dost evolve upon navigating our unique minds, where The Spokes turn the world around words creating civilization.

~~~New High School, School Destruction, T Blue Devils THS Logo~~~

Oh The Circle rhyme of thy heart, vibrate The Center of thy very soul, among The Compass revolving thy verse around thee words, where The Spokes evolve inside womb blessed within humanity.


Whisper still, The Circle quiver quiet, floating rhyme reflections
As a flute sail sounds, alight The Center wind’s breath sense inflection
Silken wings dew feather The Compass verse, adrift solitude temperance
Wherein reflective spirits, The Spokes, be found in tranquility conception


The Circle of knowledge,

The Center of enlightenment,

The Compass of inspiration,

  The Spokes of universal understanding.

~~~Picture past, inbetween, future schools, HeartMosphere Logo~~~

THSs 1966 Poet

 

 

 



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