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Thanks, Watt. And I doubt

we are stardust — Tue, 10 May 2011 21:56:39 +0000

In reply to A poignant ballad of sadness

Thanks, Watt. And I doubt it, too; it created more of a 'thing' that I'd imagined it would. When I ran into it, I hadn't realized it was soon to become almost common knowledge.

And we'll pray and hope that we can turn a corner, but it's a tough lift to truly imagine.

A poignant ballad of sadness

Watt Childress — Tue, 10 May 2011 21:19:56 +0000

In reply to They Called Him Geronimo (a poem)

A poignant ballad of sadness and badness. Would dearly love to hear you read it from atop one of the sacred mesas. I especially liked "Psy-ops Charismatic Boogey Man in a dress."

The last line was hard for me read. I assume you intended it to be so. I'm thinking that few people who have even a smidgen of respect for Native America want to see Osama compared to Crazy Horse.

'Troll troll troll yourself,

we are stardust — Sun, 08 May 2011 23:44:32 +0000

In reply to That's nothing - I used to

'Troll troll troll yourself, gently down the thread...merrily, merrily ,merrily, merrily...life is full of dread.

And happy mother's day to you and all of us.... ;o)

That's nothing - I used to

Desider — Sun, 08 May 2011 19:01:24 +0000

In reply to Suzan Harjo and Winona Laduke

That's nothing - I used to troll my own posts, and one time almost got myself fired in real life.

Funny; that's the same bit

we are stardust — Sat, 07 May 2011 22:34:05 +0000

In reply to Triggered by your poignant

Funny; that's the same bit Mr. DustyDrapes liked, too.

You too, kyle. And your

we are stardust — Sat, 07 May 2011 22:31:39 +0000

In reply to Happy Mothers Day.

You too, kyle. And your far-seeing plea is a keeper; I'm glad it's here for me to look at now and again.

On a lighter note, I asked Mr. Stardust not to get me anything for Mumsy Day; broke, all that... so he came home from Cow-tez with tulips that were expressly not for the day. But behind his back he held something, fighting a goofy grin. He held his hand out like it held another small bouquet, and there it was: A Killer Fly-swatter! Gift of my dreams...the one we had was so cheesey it was like swattin' a fly with a limp banana peel; no, worse than that. Made the flies chuckle, but never kilt one!

But now: TAWANDA! Look out you buzzing beasties; Stardust is on the prowl! ;o)

Happy Mothers Day.

kyle flynn — Sat, 07 May 2011 21:37:59 +0000

In reply to Kyle, a friend sent me this

Happy Mothers Day.

Blessed are the peacemakers.

kyle flynn — Sat, 07 May 2011 21:34:34 +0000

In reply to Tears, too many to talk yet,

Blessed are the peacemakers.

Kyle, a friend sent me this

we are stardust — Sat, 07 May 2011 20:50:42 +0000

In reply to One day Star, we'll see our

Kyle, a friend sent me this photo on the second or third day I was writing this. The child on the right looks so much like my grandson Elijah it's eerie. I wanted to post it with this poem, but there wasn't a web page included. I just found it after the sixth search. It's from a post by Jacobe Freeze; he was always about saving the children.

Asia heart of world, Afghanistan heart of Asia, Hazarajat heart of Afghanistan, Bamyan Heart of All Hazaras in world, these boys are belongs to Bamyan.look at there friendship they don’t think about there Poverty. They need your help.

Thanks, Jacob. It's hard to look away from them.

Tears, too many to talk yet,

we are stardust — Sat, 07 May 2011 20:17:43 +0000

In reply to One day Star, we'll see our

Tears, too many to talk yet, kyle flynn. Just for now: