Photograph of moose sleeping in snow taken by, Theresa Jodray
I feel like the pee on
In this world of talented people
Just the one to ignore and dance on by
Horror of horrors people use you
Not giving you credit for nothing
But you’ve learned and endured
My gosh I must look like a bright
Colored stepping stone
Chose me to walk on as you
Pass by my smiling face
Of course I don’t mind
If you take all my talents
Just change the name dear
And put yours in my place
Man I was taught to
Treat those like they were family
Dysfunctional family at the very best
Now I’ll lay down in the yard
Your photography is excellent as always Terri. You are stepping up every time you move a leg to take a step. You work is always on a higher plane. Each photo, each
poem more wonderful than the last. Show me the way and I will follow. You are great. Bill Hugs
Lotta angst here. I like to pee on stones, let it flow into the river. Great moose. Resize it a bit so that it opens quicker.
Reviewed by Alexander Shaumyan (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2002
I'm reminded of the last chapter of Tao Teh Ching:
The sage never tries to store things up.
The more he does for others, the more he has.
The more he gives to others, the greater his abundance.
The Tao of heaven is pointed but does no harm.
The Tao of the sage is work without effort.
Our true wealth is within, and no one can take that away. Beautiful poem.
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on October 27, 2002
Beautiful art and verses... excellent talent
":My gosh I must look like a bright
Colored stepping stone
Chose me to walk on as you
Pass by my smiling face
Of course I don’t mind
If you take all my talents "
I totally enjoyed this poem and its several layers of meaning. Wow! I really floored by this and the moose is so picture perfect, makes me want to leave New York. Blessings, Ron
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This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
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poem more wonderful than the last. Show me the way and I will follow. You are great. Bill Hugs
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The sage never tries to store things up.
The more he does for others, the more he has.
The more he gives to others, the greater his abundance.
The Tao of heaven is pointed but does no harm.
The Tao of the sage is work without effort.
Our true wealth is within, and no one can take that away. Beautiful poem.
":My gosh I must look like a bright
Colored stepping stone
Chose me to walk on as you
Pass by my smiling face
Of course I don’t mind
If you take all my talents "
Love it Peg