Tag: random musings
member name: Jeff Tuthill
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November 30, 2006 05:39 PM EST --
(I composed this poem from viewing a photograph of a person staring sadly through a window.)
Darkly through the window peering.
Winsome choked by black refrain.
Shadowed sadness stoically searing,
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April 19, 2006 04:16 PM EDT --
I was happily surprised to get some excited responses from my previous article, A Life Changing Experience.
Many of you have asked, "What happened to Chipper?"
To answer this question, . . .
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November 09, 2006 01:09 PM EST --
Intense and quiet tones rustle in sunlight,
Captured as leaves, fallen from autumn trees.
A colorful death that's rendered so bright,
Scattered like slain soldiers, . . .
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April 18, 2006 01:00 PM EDT --
Some of you may be old enough to remember; but, when I was fifteen, comic books were a big item for kids. There was Marvel, DC and Action comics, and of course the great MAD Magazine. Well, . . .
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April 24, 2006 03:32 PM EDT --
The majority of us on Capitol Hill
Are consumed by paper chases.
But when he flagrantly showed his will,
He fell quickly from our graces.
No other Senator could believe his gall;
What was this newbie . . .
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April 20, 2006 11:00 AM EDT --
I recently visited the Asian Art Museum in San Francisco. While touring through and examining the artifacts, I began to wonder what happens in these majestic halls at night after closing time. . . .
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April 26, 2006 12:48 PM EDT --
(A tribute to Jazz ... my favorite music)
The soft sweet sounds float from his sax
Like silver tones of moonlight on the
Glassy surface of a calm lake.
While the Prez pitches accompaniment
To Lady . . .
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November 10, 2006 11:05 AM EST --
Great breakers of the sea crash upon ancient rock along the shore.
They dance playfully against the rocky coast in a winter's season.
Their dance repeated for centuries of winters that have turned . . .
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October 30, 2007 06:21 PM EDT --
I imagined I was in a Fine Art Museum after closing. On display were six of my favorite pieces. Here is a free verse poem describing what I beheld.
People stroll about On the Terrace at Sainte-Adresse . . .
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April 24, 2006 03:02 PM EDT --
The elevator doors opened. The newbie stood slightly shaking from intimidation of his presence. The President, CEO and founder of the company this employee just started working for stepped . . .
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April 20, 2006 01:03 PM EDT --
It was my first Thanksgiving to celebrate in Okinawa, Japan, and I wasn't sure that sharing in the holiday rituals would be appropriate. After all, my Okinawa family by marriage did not understand . . .
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April 30, 2006 10:26 PM EDT --
On my first visit to Okinawa back in 1998, my wife Mitsuko and I attended a session with a yuta. A yuta is a spiritualist or a fortune teller in Okinawa and a part of the religion within the island . . .
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December 13, 2006 03:41 PM EST --
Christmas
Christ was born to give us a
Cherished time that we
Celebrate in a
Commercial way, forsaking him for a
Claus named Santa, who
Children bombard with wish lists to
Capitalize . . .
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November 08, 2006 04:43 PM EST --
Now we our past the mid-term election and fast approaching "Turkey Day", I thought to get you all in the mood with a little poem I composed for the occasion.
Old Tom's Turmoil
Old . . .
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