Compulisve Alliteration Alledgedly Linked to Letters Com...

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Lovely things you pen from time to time, but highly classical poetic

meter and ryhme, must be done with the greatest care! Please attend

to my well meaning corrections of your recent contribution...

Zenbob

This thinking and reading and hearing in poem,

measures my madness with mind metronome.

As i ritually count [out] [each] every iamb like sheep,

their homonym hooves tap a euphon[y]ious beat.

My breath slows from tercets, to couplets, and then,

i cover up gently my head's fountain pen.

And just as [i've] I rephrase[d] my thoughts down to sleep,

a simile boldly extends in conceit.

Sylvia's whispers from night throats that bleed,

spooks all of my stanzas [who] which bolt and stampede.

Rewrit[es]ing of sonnets [who] that (or which) break from tradition,

insist that i listen to [each one] all that audition.

Night after night as my madmen give readings,

and lines [of] from dead poets will not quit repeating,

i get one poem closer to drafting complete,

an elegy death for [my self] me and my poetic sheep.

Love,

Mazie

>>>>>>>>>>>

Hopefully, the minor suggestions will only be taken in the goodly

spirit intended...and will be appreciated for both the grammatical

and poetical meter that they seek to perfect.

Namaste,

Peace,

Zenbob

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you are still an inspiration and a breath of spring flowers in my

mind. I have missed you, too.

To say I returned, is something of a stretch...as I have been with

you, although silent for long stretches...

Which should have pleased many...

:-)

Four new goat doe kids born within the last month...all healthy and

super cute...I will send photos as soon as I download them from the

new Olympus Digital.

I await new goslings, as the nests are full of eggs...

Well, please feel free to send to me any notes and so forth...I will do my best to be responsive!

Love to All,

Zenbob

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ZENBOB!!!!!!

I missed your return. Due to my dsl failing, I was offline Fri&Sat.

How's the ranch and all your animals doing?

We are up to our elbows in dirt here with spring planting.

Your changes to the poem make it exactly the meter of

"The Night before Christmas" ...I can hear those reindeer on the roof!

Love you and have missed you so,

Gloria

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zen2wrk (AT) aol (DOT) com

Sunday, April 21, 2002 5:24 PM

Re: Compulisve Alliteration Alledgedly Linked to Letters Com...

Hi Mazie: Lovely things you pen from time to time, but highly

classical poetic meter and ryhme, must be done with the greatest

care! Please attend to my well meaning corrections of your recent

contribution... Zenbob

This thinking and reading and hearing in poem, measures my madness

with mind metronome. As i ritually count [out] [each] every iamb like

sheep, their homonym hooves tap a euphon[y]ious beat. My breath slows

from tercets, to couplets, and then, i cover up gently my head's

fountain pen. And just as [i've] I rephrase[d] my thoughts down to

sleep, a simile boldly extends in conceit. Sylvia's whispers from

night throats that bleed, spooks all of my stanzas [who] which bolt

and stampede. Rewrit[es]ing of sonnets [who] that (or which) break

from tradition, insist that i listen to [each one] all that audition.

Night after night as my madmen give readings, and lines [of] from dead

poets will not quit repeating, i get one poem closer to drafting

complete, an elegy death for [my self] me and my poetic sheep. Love,

Mazie >>>>>>>>>>> Hopefully, the minor suggestions will only be taken

in the goodly spirit intended...and will be appreciated for both the

grammatical and poetical meter that they seek to perfect. Namaste,

Peace, Zenbob

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and indeed all experiences arise from and exist in and subside back

into the Space of Awareness. Like waves rising are not different than

the ocean, all things arising from Awareness are of the nature of

Awareness. Awareness does not come and go but is always Present. It

is Home. Home is where the Heart Is. Jnanis know the Heart to be the

Finality of Eternal Being. A true devotee relishes in the Truth of

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to the

[Guest guest]

>Hi Mazie:

>

>Lovely things you pen from time to time, but highly classical poetic meter

>and ryhme, must be done with the greatest care! Please attend to my well

>meaning corrections of your recent contribution...

>

>Zenbob

 

Dear heart, yes!

 

Ah, this is just wonderful what you've done for the poem, Zenbob! it was

going out on the limb when i tried this, and great good fortune for us, your

keen eye has seen to do it justice with the corrections. Thanks dear heart!

 

Love,

Mazie

>

>

> > This thinking and reading and hearing in poem,

> > measures my madness with mind metronome.

> >

> > As i ritually count [out] [each] every iamb like sheep,

> > their homonym hooves tap a euphon[y]ious beat.

> >

> > My breath slows from tercets, to couplets, and then,

> > i cover up gently my head's fountain pen.

> >

> > And just as [i've] I rephrase[d] my thoughts down to sleep,

> > a simile boldly extends in conceit.

> >

> > Sylvia's whispers from night throats that bleed,

> > spooks all of my stanzas [who] which bolt and stampede.

> >

> > Rewrit[es]ing of sonnets [who] that (or which) break from tradition,

> > insist that i listen to [each one] all that audition.

> >

> > Night after night as my madmen give readings,

> > and lines [of] from dead poets will not quit repeating,

> >

> > i get one poem closer to drafting complete,

> > an elegy death for [my self] me and my poetic sheep.

> >

> >

> > Love,

> > Mazie

> >

> >>>>>>>>>>>

>

>Hopefully, the minor suggestions will only be taken in the goodly spirit

>intended...and will be appreciated for both the grammatical and poetical

>meter that they seek to perfect.

>

>Namaste,

>Peace,

>

>Zenbob

>

 

 

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[Guest guest]

Oh, I am so delighted that I did not offend! I loved the poem...and was moved to art...

I also loved the beauty that preceeded it...

May I have permission to use it (with whatever credit and citation you

request) in a novel that I am currently completing?

Your Friend...

Namaste,

Zenbob

[Guest guest]

, zen2wrk@a... wrote:

> Hi Mazie:

>

> Oh, I am so delighted that I did not offend! I loved the

poem...and was

> moved to art...

>

> I also loved the beauty that preceeded it...

>

> May I have permission to use it (with whatever credit and citation

you

> request) in a novel that I am currently completing?

>

> Your Friend...

>

> Namaste,

>

> Zenbob

 

Namaste,

Dearest Zenbob,

Namaste Dearest,

 

 

That you cared enough to even want to make it better, make it the

best it could be, that is what moved me dear one. The art of writing

is a fine thing and i so admire your pursuit of the purist form

attainable in putting a poem together, such as the perfect

corrections you made to the 'alliteration' bit. Yes, that's a

beautiful thing for writers to be so open, so caring about the art

more than any silly clinging to "i" did that, "i" wrote those words,

for of course, the Source of it all is the Beloved One. The Beautiful

Beloved. Oh yes, of course Zenbob, you can use it in anything you

would like, and if you want to attribute it to any name, then i guess

it should be attributed to "Mitzvah," for that's the one so loved who

was inspired by that Loving to write out the Joy given in this,

offered each moment from my Darling Beloved, Robert. it's so good to

meet you finally, for i have heard your name mentioned here since i

first joined about a year and a half ago. The moon is out, shining so

brightly-cool, and the meadow is filled with white wildflowers, a

moving so slowly in the night air of these lovlies it makes me weep

in glad thanks for them, and for my beloved. May we all be so Joy-

Glad in Love.

 

Love,

Mazie