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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, September 26, 2008. Looking down above the city,. Bustling proles and hoi polloi,. Faded collars hot and gritty. Stands the super paperboy. Never was some stupid yokel,. No, the man who says what is;. Cosmopolitan, yet local. Wasn't he the big news whiz? Not some product of the play-schools. Of more ordinary men,. Topped his class at A-grade J-schools. Saved the world with mighty pen! Fantasized of fame and prizes,. Wrote his novel on the side;. One too many compromises. View my complete profile.
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Friday, August 24, 2007. Night sky, West Virginia 2007 Rick Lee. There are only four questions of value in life, Don Octavio:. Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for? What is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same: only love.". Life's compass rose has four points true,. Four questions that distill. The breath that animates our lives,. The breeze that sails our will. What sacred oil illuminates. The darkness here below? What blessed unguent balms our wounds. And rise to face the day,.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Saturday, January 29, 2011. I marveled at the birds' design,. At feathers dull or bright;. And wondered at their soaring grace,. The tips and wheels of flight. Then walking one fine day a bold. Idea came to me:. I made a sparrow with my hands. And then I set it free. My small creation fled with joy. Away upon its skies. But now that made with such great care. So now I watch and wonder yet. Just how it came to be:. I made a sparrow with my hands. And then I set it free. Posted by Jeffrey Hull, 2:21 PM.
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Thursday, May 21, 2009. Misty morning, West Virginia 2009 Rick Lee. When the diamond points shine coldest,. Midnight's staircase all bestrewn,. Let thy beating heart be boldest. Neath the levitating moon:. Cast thy bread upon the waters,. Sow thy seed on fertile ground—. Shun all shaky-handed potters,. Bleary captains run aground;. Tarry long by those that love thee,. Guzzle deep the wine of Life;. Peer beyond the stars above thee. Past the tears and toil and strife. Mossy dreams worn smooth by years:.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Wednesday, November 21, 2012. I’m just your stage door Johnny,. Another decked out swell;. My clothes are flash, I'm scrawny:. I'm just a burned out shell. Show me that nuance, baby,. Give me that winsome smile;. Blow me a kiss and maybe. I'll hang around a while. You know my camera loves you,. The f-stop of my eye. Records what fortune shoves you;. This Nikon cannot lie. Here comes that Broadway feeling. I've had so many times;. My cheap burlesque reheeling. Old jokes and pantomimes. Our time is history.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, February 01, 2008. Northern mockingbird. Wikipedia Commons. A cheery song I lately heard. That floated from a fence whereon. In rebel gray, a friend averred. That I should rise to greet the dawn. That poked its head above the verge. And splashed the clouds with hopeful red. Where moon and sunlight daily merge—. But I in sickness stayed abed. Some intuition gently stirred,. I bid the curtains open drawn;. I know now what the mockingbird. Will lilt aloft when I am gone. View my complete profile.
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, June 20, 2008. Mount Everest at dawn - unimpressed by temporal travails below. I gave my true love all I owned. And all that I could borrow;. A fool's investment, soon bemoaned—. It bought me only sorrow. I bargained with a silent sky. To turn her heart toward me;. The sky, like I, began to cry—. But tiring, soon ignored me. I pled my case before the sea,. Which he found unimpressive;. His waves replied dismissively. I seemed a bit obsessive. I begged the mountains intervene. Want to be creative?
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Jeffrey Hull
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Saturday, September 29, 2007. Hephaestus, smith of the gods. I summon you, oh great immortal smith,. Hephaestus, ancient master of the steel:. From days of fading legend and of myth. Again let hammer ring and anvil peal! Call forth those fearsome fires of storied fame. To smelt the stones about your smoky deep. Then pour your magic ingots from the flame. Hid deep within your sacred mountain keep. Now stir the blazing coals, and fan them white,. Your brooding visage dark, as cinders fly,. And study it car...
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, January 04, 2008. Abroad, above, below, behind,. Revealed full plain to see:. The truth unwinds to those not blind. The moon must monthly hide her face. Above this sorry show;. And stars endure with chilly grace. What prospers here below. The lamps beneath the bushels hide. To flicker there unseen;. Dishonest men in pride abide. And all that's true demean. The foolish mill about in herds. With slouch and downcast eye;. The stones cry out for honest words,. Yet dares no voice reply. State of the A...
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Jeffrey Hull
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Friday, November 14, 2008. The Rising of the Moon. Moon over America 2008 Rick Lee. My ship is taking water. As I hurry out to sea. To flirt with Neptune's daughter. Or his daughter flirt with me. While bright eyed dancing sailors. On their pennywhistles play. Of sailing ships and whalers. At the dark'ning of the day. It's a jolly bit of boating. If the sailors sing in tune,. And keep this vessel floating. Til the rising of the moon. The rising of the moon, my boys,. The rising of the moon. With the risi...
