Samuel Singing Badly (Short Story) - 9/11/2014 12:38:05 PM
As a former street musician, above and beyond the perpetual day job, I can appreciate the community connection. However, in a land of ipod/iphone adults and similarly self-absorbed teens, the art of street music is rapidly dying. For that matter the appreciation of any live music/performance art is all but gone. I am pleased that you still regard free expression as having some value. M.True
A Day in my Life - 2000 (Short Story) - 9/11/2014 12:25:44 PM
It is always an eye-opener to glimpse the past, even for a brief instant in time. M.True
The Hoop Snake's Birdhouse (Short Story) - 9/11/2014 12:18:53 PM
Writing avant-garde literature is unbelievably difficult in these times when every rock has been turned sideways at least once. This story is quite effective in taking the reader past his or her comfort zone and into the coils of the serpent. M.True
Pay Up Please! (Short Story) - 9/11/2014 12:11:17 PM
Life is not a game of cards but we often play it like it is. Sometimes we know we have the winning cards and sometimes we bluff. The next week we may get run over by a bus or have the FBI raid our house for the 20 dvds illegally recorded ten years ago. Karma may be the only way in or out. This piece says much about the ways of man. M.True
Samuel Singing Badly (Short Story) - 6/6/2013 12:20:56 PM
I really liked this story and the way you told it.
Dawn
Pay Up Please! (Short Story) - 11/20/2011 12:16:36 PM
Kalinsky should have told Moffitt -
who should have Bankrupted Ruck - for being a BASTARD!
good story - in Real life - the Bastards WIN! Tom.
Sensuality Meets Sexuality (Article) - 9/3/2010 2:28:15 PM
Dayvid, An excellent topic and one I've never thought of...sensual to me is the way a woman carries herself; her walk, way she talks etc. Sexuality is how a woman looks with or without clothing, alluring, takes good care of herself and knows the road ahead of her.
No model since Marilyn Monroe has ever been able to capture the camera the way she did...She made love to the camera everytime.
Always,
Deborah
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 12/6/2015 9:05:31 PM
This is a fine tribute to the blues, Dayvid. Your verses recreate the ambiance very effectively. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 4/28/2015 4:40:05 PM
a little haven of leisure here, Dayvid!
This music is dear stuff to me.
I hope all is well,
Blessings, Christine
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/21/2014 7:48:06 AM
Love the cool riff and groove of this one, Dayvid, which is so evocative and complementary alongside your theme. Great mood and tone, too. Thank you, Kate x
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/20/2014 3:29:56 AM
love the Blues enjoyed reading this piece, excellent write
Peace be with you
William
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 9/16/2014 1:24:55 PM
this is so very romantic and sensual. I adore this type of poetry that is shared. Gives me a warm feeling inside.
hug
Kathy
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/16/2014 1:22:44 PM
The sax does the blues wonders. I love the sound and whine of it and your images are excellent.
hug
Kathy
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/14/2014 7:20:00 AM
luv to play the blues of sax or guitar ... nice work ...
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 6:28:32 PM
My brother, a truck driver for 16 years, would tell me about her. Very nicely put.
Love ya!
Jane
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 3:42:18 PM
Jazzed up, id'nt it? Long live the wail of clarifying reeds. Lonestar or Memphis, blue suede shoes or long necks, music drinks in the soul...poetry of the mennos for safekeeping and protection of the treble cleft under the supervision of the canned pickles where vinegar is stout law and blues are violets that have been washed with prayer. Amen.
Pipes and Nothing But, Dayvid,
Sage
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 12:48:06 PM
I can also appreciate your use of style, the formatting of the poetry, the emotion in the meter. I sense a lifetime of coloring outside of the lines. M.True
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 12:42:33 PM
I envy writers who are able to pack so much into so few lines. Your work speaks volumes. M.True
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 12:40:18 PM
Pow! Right between the eyes! You have a talent for connecting the dots with your excellent poetry. M.True
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 12:01:49 PM
Very provocative write. Your verses are strewn with clues without being overly vague or verbally condescending. I shall be following... M.True
Ernesto (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 11:56:29 AM
As a former teacher I can feel the tension/frustration of this poem. I also note the deference to a higher authority. Sometimes the system is on your side, sometimes it isn't. M.True
Tear-Stained Murder (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 11:51:42 AM
Always on the lookout for serious AD writers who make the mind search for invisible clues. Murder of crows a new insight and vision of circling interlopers crystal clear. M.True
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 7:32:21 AM
I enjoy a good blues song immensely just as I enjoyed this write. I could see it "goin' down.
Love ya!
Jane
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/11/2014 7:22:45 AM
You had me in the moment. Felt like I was there. I don't get out much, whenever I can a good jazz or blues band, I don't want to leave, just listen to them until they quit.
Ron
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/10/2014 6:27:51 PM
You make the scene very compelling and easy to visualize-and hear. I've done a little music in my time and had my share of the blues...Sometimes both at once. The way you describe it is the way it goes down.
Nothing But The Blues (Poetry) - 9/10/2014 2:22:17 PM
Love the blues even if I'm not blue. Why is it that you can listen to the wailing of some blues man and go away from it feeling good? Don't rightly know, but I'm proof that you can. B.B. A class act all the way. I know. I know. He was "packaged" by those who do such things, but he never allowed that packaging to interfere with his realism. Never!!!
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/10/2014 10:34:19 AM
Dayvid,
Great imagery!!!!! Wow,
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 4:06:52 PM
Very descriptively tough. Deserves to be read slowly and absorbed like a good cup of tea.
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 2:12:02 PM
This certainly is a study of contrasts in every couplet., That's what makes it sucha strong poem...
Chip Bergeron
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 10:20:57 AM
Ditto what Jerry expressed and I would love to meet her. Thank you for sharing, Dayvid. Love and peace,
Regis
Concrete, Compassion, and Steel (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 9:17:07 AM
Elisabeth nailed it, and there are many women who fit that description. When women began to come into their own the brought with them lingering thoughts of repressed isolation and when they began to assert themselves many men couldn't handle it and made themselves miserable because finally women were doing things they wanted to do, not suppressing them as society forced them to.
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 9/9/2014 8:59:04 AM
Beautiful.
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 8/20/2014 11:50:48 AM
...what wine was it?
Nicely done!
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/31/2014 5:37:01 PM
Love happens and changes your life for the better.
Always,
Deborah
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/27/2014 4:30:40 AM
With feeling such as those, you can rest assured your life will be as one with happiness.
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/25/2014 11:05:58 AM
Good thought-provoking write! I love the sensivity of it.
Sandie
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/25/2014 8:09:18 AM
Welcome back. So secret and seductive. Makes the reader a voyeur into a love affair.
Ron
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/25/2014 6:30:36 AM
This is softly seductive. I love it!
Love ya!
Jane
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/24/2014 11:24:48 PM
FIVE
I give this poem FIVE stars!
Well done David!
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/24/2014 12:49:12 PM
David,
One of your very best! You had me, I wanted this poem to go on and on...
Peace, love and light,
Amber
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/24/2014 10:58:24 AM
With FOUR parts I was prepared to be disappointed.
But you came through with flying colors!
Very tender and romantic, Dayvid. Well done.
I Feel Her (Poetry) - 7/24/2014 10:44:23 AM
Sensually engaging; you have recalled and shared the experience effectively through your verses here, Dayvid. Thank you. Love, peace, and blessings,
Regis
Tear-Stained Murder (Poetry) - 3/10/2014 9:03:51 AM
Darkly compelling; fine images, Dayvid. Thank you for sharing. Love and peace,
Regis
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 1/25/2014 11:00:49 PM
The verse sing as you while relaying the message.
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 12/31/2013 1:39:54 PM
A most apt, sobering, and timely message, Dayvid. Corruption is rampant throughout the world, it seems. Love, peace, and Happy New Year to you,
Regis
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 12/29/2013 8:17:45 AM
I'm immediately reminded of the Phil Collins song, "In the Air Tonight." I'm also thinking about how Andrew Carnegie changed in the end and became the first great benefactor while others like John D. Rockefeller, didn't.
We know what they did, but they were too big to fail so the Feds have their back. Great satire of the very real scenario. They need to be prosecuted, each and every one.
Ron
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 12/29/2013 5:21:39 AM
Rape, pillage, and plunder
Take many forms
The results are the same
Well done, Dayvid.
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 12/28/2013 11:20:49 PM
This write brings many things to light. Ah, but they will be divided and judged on day just like everyone else for what they have done.
Love ya!
Jane
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 12/28/2013 9:49:23 PM
Ponzi scheme lights the way to the prison chapel where Bernie Madoff and those evil types commit fraud upon the masses, money launderers and Wall Street manipulators that breed like rabbits fed greed pellets...black religion and politics is the new Ivory. Conscience kills and poetry outs it...Stout Mennonite Dark Lager is the new buzz...
Sixteen Penny Nails to Build a New Foundation,
Sage
What You Have Done (Poetry) - 12/28/2013 7:03:44 PM
Dayvid
There is such conviction and deliberate truths within each line.
You pose a very good question "Whose going to Know what you have done?'
Hah, but there is a higher power that will!
Excellent poetry!
Peace love and light
Amber
Tear-Stained Murder (Poetry) - 12/22/2013 7:21:13 AM
Dayvid, Society becomes sober, tired of hearing about or not caring
what happens to children.
Always,
Deborah
Tear-Stained Murder (Poetry) - 12/22/2013 7:17:12 AM
How tragic, all those children with so much to offer, left neglected. Well penned.
Tear-Stained Murder (Poetry) - 12/21/2013 1:25:14 PM
This truly touched my heart. Where is the caring anymore? What has happened to make people's hearts so cold? Mine breaks.
Love ya!
Jane
Tear-Stained Murder (Poetry) - 12/21/2013 9:28:02 AM
I'm not sure about the true meaning, but I think it refers to all the children of the world that are left neglected and starving to die.
I've often wondered why they call it a "murder" of crows. I'll have to look it up. But I think that it is because they are the first to arrive whenever there is carrion to pick.
Ron
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 12/20/2013 9:00:27 AM
Dayvid, Isn't that the Truth!
Always,
Deborah
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 12/16/2013 10:25:49 AM
Let's face it, our whole existence, including the definition of our economy, is materialistic. Few people want to live a simple life of a monk or nun. It's all about who gathers the most stuff. And most people seem not to be able to stop, like your poem states--forever wanting.
We are in for trouble if we don't get our priorities straight.
Ron
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 12/16/2013 6:42:33 AM
I have to agree with the previous comments.. a wonderful piece with a profund message... Myrna
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 12/16/2013 6:17:30 AM
Everyone reaching for wealth ending up with empty saddlebags and empty vaults. What a sad state of affairs but so true!
Love ya!
Jane
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 12/15/2013 9:48:43 PM
And Getting! Honest seekers shall always find their treasure along the trail somewhere...even a rattlesnake hide to cover the optimist's half-full wallet...I love wealth, but my fingers aren't stingy...I share the pot of gold with lady outlaws and lawyers who protect me from the grifters...and there have been many grabbers...Tombstone was named rightfully so...
Send Lawyers, Guns and Money,
Sage
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/15/2013 5:45:16 PM
The healing has begun... ...it's got a long way to go. Nicely expressed and shared, Dayvid. Love and peace,
Regis
Naked Night (Poetry) - 12/15/2013 5:44:06 PM
No exactly as you describe but yes, I have. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Forever Wanting (Poetry) - 12/15/2013 5:43:19 PM
A sad yet true commentary on the state of our world. Love and peace to you, Dayvid.
Regis
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/14/2013 7:59:25 AM
Dayvid, Our minds are quirky at times...
Always,
Deborah
Naked Night (Poetry) - 12/14/2013 7:56:19 AM
Dayvid, Not yet...
Always,
Deborah
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/9/2013 9:37:20 AM
dreams do indeed have the potential to heal ...
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 1:03:17 PM
I usually feel refreshed after a good night sleep unless they don't get me out of bed right after I wake up… Or I become tired of lying there and quite restless.
Have you read my poem, Honeysuckle Rain? It's about someone wounded being healed upon awakening.
Ron
Naked Night (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 7:30:41 AM
I have bared my soul and begged for the healing you speak of. The gods and goddesses touched my wounded soul by giving me 'time'. Great write!
Love ya!
Jane
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 7:11:32 AM
Everything seems better in the morning.
Love ya!
Jane
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 6:29:43 AM
A good nights sleep can do wonders.
Naked Night (Part 2) (Poetry) - 12/7/2013 6:22:50 AM
Now I really like this thought... well done..) Myrna
Naked Night (Poetry) - 12/6/2013 4:34:57 PM
A car hood, but no rock. But it was playing rock music, so that counts. Poetry with a healing touch and a bit of "drummed" up magick! Naked Mennonite preacher with some stix and a rock makes any god and goddess rise to the occasion...
Granite holy communion with Norman Greenbaum Spirit in the Sky & Polished phallic hood ornaments,
Sage
Fulfilled Pleasure (Poetry) - 10/19/2013 7:22:59 AM
A tale told well, Dayvid
could have been set in
The South...
Lady Vivian
Fulfilled Pleasure (Poetry) - 10/17/2013 11:45:33 AM
She did that for her man? A true story?
Ron
Fulfilled Pleasure (Poetry) - 10/17/2013 6:25:03 AM
What a woman will do for a man who pleased her so much that she did this for him. Fab-u-lous!
Love ya!
Jane
Fulfilled Pleasure (Poetry) - 10/16/2013 7:52:42 PM
Nope it's not pulpit fiction but the gallows curse! Some women will save a man, and some won't...some will just hang him I know some who did! Randolph Scott would have been riding up the trail on his horse into town to save the woman from herself. This is good, Dayvid...a Menno western with a bible without a kickback!
Alias Hemp Growers of Colorado & Gallows Supporters,
Sage
Ernesto (Poetry) - 10/16/2013 5:07:27 PM
As an educator for over thirty years, some of this rings really true and it awakens some memories and meanings learned. Thank you for sharing, Dayvid. Love and peace,
Regis
Fulfilled Pleasure (Poetry) - 10/16/2013 5:05:39 PM
What a tale! Well done, Dayvid. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Mushroom Theatre (Poetry) - 10/8/2013 12:24:42 PM
David, Your poetry is always thought-provoking...Interesting.
Ernesto (Poetry) - 10/6/2013 1:33:19 PM
Days of glory
lost
but to gain?
Lady Vivian
Ernesto (Poetry) - 10/3/2013 11:59:47 PM
Interesting! I'll have to save this one for my son. Thank you.
Love ya!
Jane
Mushroom Theatre (Poetry) - 10/3/2013 9:33:32 PM
I am counting MY Blessings!!
Lady Vivian
Ernesto (Poetry) - 10/3/2013 8:17:11 AM
A unique style, but interesting. As a former professor, I sense that this may even be a true story.
Ron
Mushroom Theatre (Poetry) - 9/30/2013 7:25:01 AM
From what I read, your deeply satirical poem is helping to reveal the true cult-ure of the Mennonite world. Having descended from some old order Amish, I'm finding the TV reality soap opera, Amish Mafia, quite interesting.
Now that the Mennonites have moved into central Wisconsin, buying up farmland and ripping out the electricity and other conveniences from the farmhouses, how do they withstand two weeks of 20 below zero? Potbelly stoves don't do a very good job of heating an uninsulated house. Ask my relatives who live there.
Ron
Mushroom Theatre (Poetry) - 9/29/2013 7:06:25 AM
When will an overlord come in and douche it all? We're waiting...Operation Overlord...allied logistics, intelligence, morale and Psilocybin Mushrooms power in Menno tea...drink an' ye shall see illusion...prophet or profit? Sarah Winnemucca over Menno Mecca!
Jesus Christ Superstar killed Mel Gibson's Passion of Christ,
Sage
Mushroom Theatre (Poetry) - 9/29/2013 6:52:03 AM
They are like mushrooms in what I read here......kept in the "dark" and fed a lot of "shit".
Love ya!
Jane
Useless American Preacher (Poetry) - 9/25/2013 8:08:41 PM
Oil and Water..
religion
and politics!
Lady Vivian
Useless American Preacher (Poetry) - 9/24/2013 10:05:17 AM
I had to look up Stanley Milgram. When I did I realized that I'd heard much about his experiments with authority figures.
Preachers are authority figures and many times their congregations follow them blindly whether they are right or wrong. False preachers have committed countless crimes and gotten away with it because they simply were authority figures. And that's why presidents also get away with crimes that others would suffer greatly for.
A sharp, satiric commentary. That's why I walk away from joining groups led by authority figures––mostly pompous asses filled with their own self importance.
Ron
Useless American Preacher (Poetry) - 9/23/2013 8:32:08 AM
A lot to absorb in these three verses; you have said much here, much worth thinking about. Nicely done!
Cheers,
Dan
Useless American Preacher (Poetry) - 9/23/2013 7:54:25 AM
This poem projects so many images of our lives in this time. We wage wars and kill when the Preacher screams, "Thou shalt not kill". "Oh, what a tangled web we weave................."
Love ya!
Jane
Useless American Preacher (Poetry) - 9/22/2013 7:44:27 PM
Lots of interesting thoughts come to mind. What preacher did you wrong? Preachers are like women. We love them until we find out they are using us for personal gain. But we are wise to give others a chance. In the end, we may gain a whole new view and a spiritual friend for life.
Useless American Preacher (Poetry) - 9/22/2013 7:07:07 PM
Lots of interesting images here......I'm not quite sure I understand, however....who is the "preacher?"
Angry (Poetry) - 9/18/2013 9:12:39 PM
"Depression is anger turned inward" statement above has resulted in a personal epiphany - cannot thank you enough for your insightful words!
From Cash to LIFE! (Poetry) - 7/18/2013 4:28:16 AM
David, Music follows life...
Always,
Deborah
From Cash to LIFE! (Poetry) - 7/7/2013 3:00:16 PM
Unique to say the least in the way you have tied the topics and people in.
Love ya!
Jane
From Cash to LIFE! (Poetry) - 7/7/2013 10:29:21 AM
After your reference to Johnny Cash's, Ring of Fire, you lost me a bit in translation about pornography, mass romantic holding, and the wages of love leading to life after death. I think? But Sage got it right.
Ron
From Cash to LIFE! (Poetry) - 7/7/2013 7:58:17 AM
Cash is rosy and I revel in being a New Pornographer! Bringing the civil rights movement into this poem did it justice! That's gospel. Mavis Staples Pops was good friends with Martin Luther King and Mavis was good friends with Bob Dylan...Cash is King! Don't you just love how it all ties in? Music follows life and life follows music...
Naked Truth & Money to Burn Ring of Fire Cash on the Barrelhead,
Sage
From Cash to LIFE! (Poetry) - 7/7/2013 7:51:00 AM
Quite profound, Dayvid..
from Your poetic soul!
Lady Vivian
Blood on Her Hands (Poetry) - 6/21/2013 1:19:52 AM
every action creates a reaction
and an everlasting imprint
Bone Bead Leathers &
Teal Boots
Vickie
Blood on Her Hands (Poetry) - 6/20/2013 9:46:08 AM
Dennis Hopper makes a fine J. Too bad he's dead. I'm sorry, but I didn't get the connection (like Sage did?). Perhaps you'll have to write the short story so that I can piece together the pieces. Reads like something that Stephen King would write, but then, he maybe already has.
Ron
Blood on Her Hands (Poetry) - 6/20/2013 7:56:23 AM
Stark. Gritty to the nth. Blood seepage.
Blood on Her Hands (Poetry) - 6/20/2013 7:40:14 AM
Dark stuff...but damn good.
Cheers,
Dan
Mennonites in a Pile (Poetry) - 6/20/2013 6:46:25 AM
I too will have to read up on this.. but no matter this piece is really well written and open to our own interpretations... well done.. Myrna
Blood on Her Hands (Poetry) - 6/20/2013 6:00:48 AM
I'm picturing this as a movie. Freaky stuff. I like it.
Love ya!
Jane
Blood on Her Hands (Poetry) - 6/20/2013 5:39:48 AM
Stigmata of the Witch
brand for identification,
crown of thorns, tears
of blood em-bed-ded in
the cottonwood, wounds
in the aspen bark, elk
rubbed a cross with his
spiritual antlers, the trees
growing together to form
a veil, the cottonwood
groves, Colorado's most
productive natural ecosystem,
of great diversity and abundant
life, food and shelter for wildlife,
emerald and black tapestry,
habitat for the witch, her spells
cast from the horsehair-weaved
magpie nest, the witch informed
the woodcutter the tree he intended
to "convert" to furniture crafted
by the Amish had good spirits
living inside and no curse would
be applied, she helped him load
the tree on his horse-drawn sled
while she bled red,
she is marked with
purpura, the witch's
purple hemorrhage
of blood on her hand
and foot affected equally,
punctured in the wilderness,
non-Christian, the sage,
a contemplater of tutelary
spirits, mystically inducing
the Stigmata of the Witch
in meditation of the itiriti
snake, kundalini, a dynamic
rapport with The Stigmata
of the Witch, a quick healing
process...
Copyright 11/17/2009 Ms. Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Mennonites in a Pile (Poetry) - 6/19/2013 4:46:04 PM
I am familiar with "Praise God..." but based on my past experience in churchiness, it appears as if there's feuding in the vestibule. Good writing Dayvid, as it always is.
Cheers,
Dan
Mennonites in a Pile (Poetry) - 6/19/2013 3:42:58 PM
I don't get it, but wanted to let u know I stopped by...stay well...e
Mennonites in a Pile (Poetry) - 6/19/2013 5:57:46 AM
'Looks like I'm going to have to read up on the Mennonites. I live in Northern Ohio and we have the Amish here in Middlefield. Oh, I love that hymn, "Praise God From Whom All Blessings Flow" by the way.
Love ya!
Jane
Mennonites in a Pile (Poetry) - 6/19/2013 5:43:04 AM
"Worship wars," a series of debates on genre or style, most broadly between "hymns" and "praise music" asks "How do we preserve our identity, and stay relevant from a rural grain farming setting to the "Menno-nots?" Mennonite music scholars in the debate of where Mennonite music studies need to go, and those people that are disenfranchised by the Mennonite church who have a Mennonite identity, but don't know where to put it. The Mennonites outside the church and their creative music. Whatever lies between the color of the covers, Mennonite literature and poetry are symbolic identity. Just like any culture, ethnicity plays into the process, "We're more Mennonite than you" argument because "we do not sing choruses"...diversity of religiosity, Dayvid. Even your culture can't escape it...and mine The Powder River Hymnals? We'll both lose a few wayward souls along the way to greed.
Cornhusk Doll, Hard Cider and ALL Music
Sage
Mennonites in a Pile (Poetry) - 6/19/2013 5:20:52 AM
This is over my head. Still, I wanted to comment.
Tribute to Death and Life (Poetry) - 6/18/2013 7:19:07 AM
My father lingered for four months in the hospital, my mother almost constantly at his side. I was only able to get there once and then I was in a crowd so that we could not communicate one-on-one (breathing tubes did not allow him to speak). Now, my mother fights for every breath and frailties come with every month, yet she smiles and laughs when I call, squeezing every bit of life she can out of life.
Thanks for writing your feelings about your father.
Ron
Tribute to Death and Life (Poetry) - 6/17/2013 11:34:10 AM
I so relate to this... I sat by that bedside too with my morhter, father, and brother. The morning of the day my mother passed away I leaned over to kiss her goodbye as I always did (I stayed at the hopital at night with her) and whispered that if it time to go, the go with wings spread.. we would grieve but know she would be flying free and at peace. She died that afternoon and losing her hard but we knew that she would be whole again... I was touched by your words... and the long sleep will come when it is time.
Myrna
Tribute to Death and Life (Poetry) - 6/17/2013 11:33:53 AM
Early condolences to you and Gwen, Day...Blessed Be.
In Kindred Spirit,
Sage
Tribute to Death and Life (Poetry) - 6/17/2013 11:11:09 AM
No. We fight it. There never is a good time to accept it. That next breath is the sweetest.
Tribute to Death and Life (Poetry) - 6/17/2013 11:05:08 AM
Excellent write in that you get right to the core of what it's like to be in this situation.
Love ya!
Jane
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/17/2013 2:33:57 AM
a nice way to start any day
budd
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/16/2013 3:46:25 AM
yes I don't see anyone without coffee first...I even have a small statue of a dog with a cup of coffee in his paw and it says
" Beware of DOG until he has his morning coffee"
liked this poem
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/15/2013 10:04:20 AM
It helps for a waitress to be beautiful.
My brother told me to stop off at a Big Boy on my way home where he said his daughter, a college student, was a waitress. When I arrived, I didn't see her in the room. But I waited patiently, and she finally came from the kitchen area and approached a table the with four guys. I was surprised, but not surprised, when they called her, “Sunshine,” and flirted with her.
And then she dropped by my table, smiled, and said, “Hi, Uncle Ron, what are you having?” I could see why she was earning big tips.
Ron
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/15/2013 10:02:37 AM
Brings back memories. Good one
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/15/2013 9:04:57 AM
It just can't get any better than that in the morning!
Love ya!
Jane
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/15/2013 7:58:30 AM
Whew! Good thing it's not Decaf! Aromatic poetry that makes Starbucks look weak! To the women who brew us a cup of inspiration!
Tin coffee pots on the stove,
Sage
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/15/2013 6:15:49 AM
This brought such a smile... for many reasons..)) Thank you! Myrna
Morning Coffee (Poetry) - 6/15/2013 5:12:52 AM
Hah! Yep. Uh huh. Been dere, done dat.
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/14/2013 5:39:10 PM
"On the rocks" suggests something other than a seascape to me, or perhaps a seascape viewed from a nearby patio, with a glass of something refreshing "on the rocks""
Thanks for an interesting poem
Chip Bergeron
Golden Up and Down (Poetry) - 6/13/2013 6:27:21 AM
Reminds me of my mother's old joke:
She had freckles on her [,] but [t] [,] she was nice.
Reads like a first kiss… Chuckles.
Ron
Golden Up and Down (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 12:14:08 PM
Andrew Dice Clay!
"Little Boy Blue
He needed the money."
Double entendres & lasting erections,
Sage
Golden Up and Down (Poetry) - 6/12/2013 9:03:21 AM
Very clever......I'm reminded of the nursery rhyme "Jack and Jill"
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/11/2013 2:38:38 PM
did you find my ring?
I am bejeweled & betwixt
I see the mother jewel
of all jewels...
River Rafting & Private Waterfalls
Vickie
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/11/2013 5:19:46 AM
I never saw the sun “shinning” up a rock… Otherwise it's “spot on.” On a rock, of course. ;-)
And I was looking for a mermaid…
Ron
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/10/2013 4:18:00 PM
Dayvid,
Enjoyed this, vivid imagery and leaves the rest to your imagination.
Many blessings,
+Linda
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/10/2013 1:49:48 PM
Elusive, but within the mind's eye...spotted leopard bikini with the female cat in it...suntan oil hallucinations...put the lime in the coconut...
Mica in the quartz appearing at the Hard Rock!
Sage
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/10/2013 11:59:35 AM
It teases you, coesn't it? I love this... a bit introspecitve and a bit of whimsy... excellent work!
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/10/2013 9:32:38 AM
Some things always seem just beyond one's reach. Substance to ponder upon. Thank you, Dayvid. Love and peace,
Regis
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/10/2013 7:36:50 AM
It has happened to all of us, David...
Always,
Deborah
It’s Out There (Poetry) - 6/10/2013 7:29:22 AM
Drat! Isn't that how it seems to always work? The glitter is always just out of reach. Drat! Again . . .
Bending Light (Poetry) - 6/8/2013 11:10:32 AM
Stunning!
-Dawn-
Body Ink (Poetry) - 6/8/2013 8:36:26 AM
I love how you tell this story of danger mixed with excitement and passion.
-Dawn-
Can't Fly (Poetry) - 6/7/2013 8:13:38 AM
Filled my mind with thoughts of a future meteor strike, with us very unprepared to leave the planet, the source of our life.
Ron
Can't Fly (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 5:22:48 PM
The line "Wishing can't make you fly" resonates with me. Wishing can give you an idea of where you want to go, but you still have to be "Doing what you've been taught." Well said.
Chip Bergeron
Can't Fly (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 4:07:07 PM
a preference for rural living, this is what the Amish and Mennos have to say in that it is reflected in attitudes and informal interactions rather than in explicit dogma. god is more explicit in closeness to nature in the soil and among trees, plants and animals than in the man-made city. the physical world is good and in itself is not considered corrupting or evil...its beauty is in the orderliness of the seasons, 'tis the working of the muscles and the aching of the limbs. toil is good protection from the influence of urbanism. agrarian in poetic character, Day...good to see you here today my Colorado neighbor...
Coyote skins cloak the Menno shaman, Drums at the sawmill,
Sage
Can't Fly (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 9:18:33 AM
I so love this! That last stanza? Perfection!
Myrna
Can't Fly (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 7:02:15 AM
my "chills" thank you. Really like this!
Love Life (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 6:47:41 AM
The more I read, the more I like (if that's possible)!
I can see You are full of more experience and knowledge than I once thought.
Light as the Air,
Dawn
Can't Fly (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 6:10:22 AM
Ahh . . . It's that last line of course, that the poem was set up to deliver. When you get to the point where there's nothing left to prove, you become, suddenly and forever, free.
Head (Poetry) - 6/6/2013 5:53:26 AM
connecting the dots!
Jesus Casts Demons to the Swine (Poetry) - 3/11/2013 3:19:02 PM
Fantastic poetry and the picture of Jesus is beautiful. Amen!
John Michael Domino
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 2/24/2013 8:49:03 PM
wow Dave --just read this and realized what you had gone through--I am so glad you are ok now....wow
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 1/15/2013 6:32:08 PM
Goodness, Dayvid. You need to be more careful about your eyes/contact lenses. You have made a wonderful poem out of a disaster.
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 1/15/2013 12:58:21 AM
OH Dayvid, u got to be MORE careful, even though the eyeball may heal easily, it is still one thing you do not want to ever lose...
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 1/14/2013 9:24:34 AM
Praises for that! The eyeball has superior healing qualities.
Once, many years ago working in the finishing department of a mobile home factory, I got a piece of steel in my eye that was irritated immensely by my hard contacts. With a scalpel, an eye doctor deftly removed the sliver of steel. After that I didn't wear the contacts during the day in all that dust, only at night.
After returning to college in the fall, I began wearing the contacts all day for the first few days until my eyes became so irritated I went to the doctor that sold me the contacts. He told me that I had worn the surface off my cornea and that I needed to start all over after letting my eyes heal for a few days with training my eyes, a few hours at a time, to wear the hard contacts all day again.
Later, I was stopped by a County Mountie. He came up to my car, and said, “What is the matter, didn't see that speed sign back there?”
I said, “I have contacts and…”
The cop cut me off and replied, “I don't care who you know, I'm giving you a ticket for speeding.” ;-)
Ron
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 1/14/2013 5:37:32 AM
Well I have known eye pain and will continue to do so. I am glad that you have were given relief and that all is well. Myrna
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 1/14/2013 12:16:24 AM
Yuck, I had a similar thing with a chemical on the contacts that caused my eyes to burn. AGONY! Yet antibios and cream did help until I was next seen. It is a dreadful thing.
A Pair of 13s and Acid in Your Contact Case (Poetry) - 1/13/2013 3:53:27 PM
See! Drummers don't die, they just beat the vision! jesus and hopped-up visine turned to wine, pastor!
Acid metal and alice cooper's eyeliner,
Sage
Is It Real? (Poetry) - 1/5/2013 10:08:13 AM
Wow! There's a lot said in such a short spread...well done!
Cheers,
Dan
Is It Real? (Poetry) - 1/3/2013 6:07:11 PM
Points well made, Dayvid. Love, peace, and Happy 2013 to,
Regis
Is It Real? (Poetry) - 1/3/2013 5:46:30 PM
Lunatic Fringe! "Religion is the opium of the people" is one of the most frequently paraphrased statements of Karl Marx. Masses are led to believe by the neo-cheaters that every book will sell and websites can sell them for you! Well hell, it's taken me twenty years to get 5 books sold and 15 films now in Pre-production. Ask yourself where false propheting is? Bankrupt! Flooded markets and disgraced deceivers licking the empty till. Reality bites! Hea preacher, I voted for you to star in some of my films. You wanna play a preacher? Amish have some nice horse-drawn hay equipment out in the field!
Inspiration & Pink Floyd's Money,
Sage
Bi and Philo (Poetry) - 12/23/2012 9:17:43 AM
Very powerful, mainly due to the very careful and sparing choice of words. Never too many, just enough..
Chip Beregeron
Bi and Philo (Poetry) - 12/22/2012 2:53:01 PM
Very Artistic Poetry
to Water the Senses
from just a Single
drop!
Lady Vivian..
Thanking You for your
visit to my poetry site
Bi and Philo (Poetry) - 12/22/2012 12:23:42 PM
You certainly got my attention in trying to figure this out, Dayvid. Thank you for provoking thought. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Bi and Philo (Poetry) - 12/13/2012 8:55:56 AM
with the help of Sage review (there were things i wasn't quit sure of) history will and do repeat, without hope and blindly following the media the world is certainly a dark place, very interesting piece still research to do!!!!
Bi and Philo (Poetry) - 12/9/2012 7:29:42 PM
A magnified poetic essay drop in the eye of water the philosophy here is to not go dry but keep the daily grind of religion flowing as in your Denver band Denck of which I do follow with a big grin, and to not be a monotonous drip by fucked-up, uneducated generic religion nothings. Many Mennonites survived the Stalinist-Hitler terror and Holocaust and now modern-day conservative Mennos where the rub is that conservative Mennonites as a whole have not yet put into practice a world view that is attractive to both seekers and their own children and grandchildren. It's the rebel Menno preacher that will always entertain new Menno followers enticing them with that which stretches his reach out into the people's music, poetry, art, photography and charitable missions within their own cities and counties so close that need faith healers such as yourself, Day. The Menno adventure seekers is why there's heavenly head on beer at the church brothers and sisters houses and the local pub to hear Graybill's drums of Denck! Bi and Philo abbreviated but long-written history and meditation of religion into mainstream society.
Yellow Duck, Denck, and Drumsticks,
Sage
The Poison of a Broken Heart (Poetry) - 11/30/2012 5:54:25 AM
I brought my blow torch Dayvid
let's light it, after we gather the broken glass
and I will make you a gorgeous glass bead
New Visions & Glass Jewels of The Tigress Eye
Vickie
Armageddon Closing In (Poetry) - 11/29/2012 10:38:46 PM
Good thing they weren't riding a horse...
Morning Love (Poetry) - 11/29/2012 6:23:04 PM
wow-I feel like a Voyeur here-ahem-very passionate
Jesus Hope (Poetry) - 11/29/2012 6:22:12 PM
Excellent!!
The Poison of a Broken Heart (Poetry) - 11/29/2012 3:58:17 PM
Gritty and earthy and all that jazz. Besides that it spoke to me. Yep, it spoke in words I could well understand.
The Poison of a Broken Heart (Poetry) - 11/29/2012 7:31:30 AM
So poignant and riveting. Beautifully written, and oh, so true.
Ron
The Poison of a Broken Heart (Poetry) - 11/29/2012 5:12:22 AM
All I can say is wow! That last stanza? Oh my.... wel done! Myrna
Walls and Walls of Glass (Poetry) - 11/25/2012 8:43:21 AM
Dayvid...your poem reminded me of a friend's house in So. California in the a 1960's. Almost all glass, each room provided a fantastic view of the San Gabriel Valley. The bathroom was bigger than some apts. I've lived in. A huge deck in the bedrooms and living room provided such a panoramic view. The hardest job they said was keeping the windows clean.
Cheers,
Dan
Walls and Walls of Glass (Poetry) - 11/22/2012 10:40:25 AM
There are a few glasshouses out there and I love them. I love light and bringing the outside in. Unfortunately, sunlight fades bright colors on paintings, furniture, and so on… So you have to protect your valuable, colorful things from the sun. Otherwise, that's my idea of beautiful living. I plan to do that soon with a new home that will also be very energy efficient, making use of the sun to heat the house and provide electricity as well as light.
Ron
Walls and Walls of Glass (Poetry) - 11/22/2012 9:46:16 AM
I have several pair of very nice binoculars
and too a nice telescope...
and the view is nice...opps is that....?
Oh the fireside moonlight...
CONGRATS on Your Sale!
I know from FB you put allot of
love's labor into your home...
Under The Pale Moonlight & The Kissing Stars
Vickie
Where Are We Going? (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 11:59:02 AM
♫Song♫ lyrics to the tune of Ozzy or Judas Priest...drums loud and thunderous guitars metal and heavy! When Black Sabbath charted type of stuff and when Iron Butterfly smoked the stage and Alice Cooper was bat crazy!
rock, roll & sin crazy train,
Sage
Where Are We Going? (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 7:29:26 AM
We still fear the wolf. Although we love our pets, our dogs. Direct descendants from the wolf.
Ron
Head (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 5:42:29 AM
...I am lost in the wilderness
I wonder what they really did out there
Victuls Of Spiritual Beliefs
& The Juicy Fig Leaf(s)
Vickie
Where Are We Going? (Poetry) - 11/21/2012 5:39:04 AM
I Love wandering in the corn fields :)
as you already know...and too inside your poem
were I was grabbed inside the darkness
...but I brought matches & we set that field on FIRE!!
Indiana Blankets & Smoke Signals
Vickie
Where Are We Going? (Poetry) - 11/20/2012 7:28:50 PM
I love the voice in this poem, Dayvid!
What I always hope for is peace. Peace and Love :)
Happy Thanksgiving, Blessings,
Christine
Head (Poetry) - 11/18/2012 7:57:20 AM
Aren't myths fun! This is probably one that King James, the gay one, mistranslated from the ancient scripts like many more because many of the ancient words had many meetings like modern English today, and the translators just plain got it wrong, making some passages peer nonsense.
Ron
Head (Poetry) - 11/17/2012 10:17:28 PM
P o w e r f u l !
Head (Poetry) - 11/17/2012 4:03:45 PM
OUTSTANDING! But then again, you always were the Mennonite who understood the Nature of Religion might it take a turn of Scripture to pull it off! My God, what Dayvid Graybill sir name conjurs in genuflect in prayer of diversity to the Higher Power. Amen!
Leaders & Beer Chuggers,
Sage
Head (Poetry) - 11/17/2012 1:59:00 PM
Wow! That's some thought-provoking vision you have conjured up and shared via these verses, Dayvid. Love and peace,
Regis
Again? (Poetry) - 11/16/2012 3:53:38 PM
History always repeats itself and insanity defined is doing the same thing over and over...someday the government might get it...might...
Enjoyed this one.
I'm Calling You Out! (Poetry) - 11/11/2012 6:40:36 PM
powerful, flows from start to finish.
I'm Calling You Out! (Poetry) - 11/5/2012 11:31:43 AM
Standing up to all murderers, thiefs, rapists, showing love and forgiveness---Great one, Dayvid.
Deborah
I'm Calling You Out! (Poetry) - 11/5/2012 8:38:47 AM
Mighty words, indeed. Nonviolence is the way to go, but there's a certain violence in the force of your words. If you mean that you have a higher force behind you, you may be mistaken and blindsided because there is no higher force there. As Gandhi and Martin Luther King proved, nonviolence only works when you have huge throngs of people participating and some get hurt very badly.
Ron
I'm Calling You Out! (Poetry) - 11/5/2012 7:06:18 AM
Dayvid, What a powerful write to start a Monday monring...or anytime for that matter. Well done!
Cheers,
Dan
Something's About to Happen (Poetry) - 11/5/2012 4:43:26 AM
I generally don't like watching the news, it is often depressing. Nice write David!
I'm Calling You Out! (Poetry) - 11/4/2012 7:53:26 PM
Gutsy! Firebrand! And we call him Dayvid...a Mennonite poet who has inspired me to call religion out! This poet has written some of the finest, most honest, eclectic, and meaningful religious poetry out there today! The self-portrait brands you official renegade, Day...I love it! Your calling...
if James Dean was a Mennonite,
Rebels and Love Punches,
Sage
Something's About to Happen (Poetry) - 11/4/2012 8:51:34 AM
Something like...you gotta go through the fog to see the light, eh?
Nice write,
Cheers,
Dan
Something's About to Happen (Poetry) - 11/3/2012 6:20:08 AM
Sometimes, it's better to stop and clear our heads of all the activities going on and just listen to the “sweet sound of nothing.”
Ron
Something's About to Happen (Poetry) - 11/3/2012 5:00:44 AM
Sometimes we experience events that make us write such poignant poetry! Well done my friend. Welcome back, haven't read you in a long time...Don't be such a stranger!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
Something's About to Happen (Poetry) - 11/2/2012 6:20:02 PM
An impactful experience, well-shared, Dayvid. Thank you. Love and peace to you,
Regis
Christine (Poetry) - 11/2/2012 9:33:38 AM
Dayvid welcome back! Breakups are hard---a heartening write.
Deborah
Christine (Poetry) - 11/2/2012 8:10:19 AM
A most compelling, honest, and expressive sharing, Dayvid. Thank you. Love and best wishes,
Regis
Christine (Poetry) - 11/2/2012 6:39:14 AM
I really like the honestly expressed and the metaphor of being “washed away” by the current.
My first thought was about some automobile in a story by Stephen King.
Ron
Christine (Poetry) - 11/2/2012 6:18:38 AM
Dayvid, it's a good thing for me, I don't respond to text's from anyone. Nice writing, no... very good writing.
Cheers,
Dan
Christine (Poetry) - 11/2/2012 1:52:19 AM
some ex's can be friends & some can be harmful
I gather this is somewhere in between letting go & hanging on?
that hurts....someone has been pushing me for many years
I finally said enough is enough
the joys in our heart need to be guarded
against negative people & their contaminant junk
they try to push & dump on us
so let's go swimming & make sand angels
Love & Treasure Hunts
Vickie
