Birds of One Feather

Written on March 4, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Birds of One Feather.

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Let Us Not Become Confucius

Written on March 4, 2015 by tinkwelborn

The dog stood in line in a vet’s tiny office, just waiting for inoculation. She was waiting her turn, behind all the others, where the one in the back always suffers. And after some wait, she just couldn’t take anymore, so the door she turned to and gaited. Patience, a virtue, but not so in […] Continue reading →

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You Are What You Eat

Written on March 3, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ A fly in the ointment, had no appointment; he did what he wanted to do: All was free-fare with everything there! and he fed to his fill until through. Then being thus sated, still nothing abated his…

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November’s Tale

Written on March 2, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ A marbled morning sunrise at five, and I want to know, who sculptured this? Is Michelangelo still working on ceilings? after all those years? ~ A small ‘’tweet’‘ comes, from close overhead; followed by ‘’squawks’‘ in the distance. ~ Two birds. Two…

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an essence in being

Written on March 2, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
? ~ I hope I become some part of memory ? somewhere of someone a snapshot of mind ? an image a record a minuscule sign ? I too then shall last beyond my just measure ? a…

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The Word Loses Its Verve

Written on February 25, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ The written down Word loses its verve, Artifacts served in the making. That of Before, happens no more. Once is enough for the taking. ~ For birds in the trees, no meaning to please. It’s the tricks of the […] Continue reading →

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streets w/o people

Written on February 24, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ the first full day brand new new year I sit in my car radio playing a song from a singer no one remembers as I did when I lived some other year no one is moving no one is here streets w/o people music I hear where people are missing nobody there some say […] Continue reading →

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The Sound Heard Round the Common Ground

Written on February 18, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ It froze first night of winter weather, the rain and sleet and snow; where dark of night would change to ice, from sleet, first rain then snow. ~ And when the winds all blew together the ice began to splice; and all…

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Willow

Written on February 14, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
– A willow stands upon this land, an antiquated tree. How old you ask – I cannot say, but older than are we. – I met this tree when I was young a boy of maybe three. And even then it was beyond…

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Pox Americana

Written on February 14, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ Once, a man told me the lynchings of Blacks Cannot be compared to the Nazis Extermination of a whole nation Is genocide; not so, the case of the other. The systematic, deliberate slaughter Is murder for murder, for murder’s sake. One, genocide, the […] Continue reading →

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Episodes

Written on February 9, 2015 by tinkwelborn

The puppy of Hooville pees where he must! Two Robins are fighting for the same bush. A man walks his Bulldog, taking it home; Where there, the dog buries a well hidden bone. A lady of genteel living alone, Lives off a trust of well hidden fortune. She hires the young lad to work in […] Continue reading →

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One Will Move Forward

Written on February 8, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
…and then she will ask me, to say something nice – there’s something, I’m certain, should surely suffice. My mind dashes back through slivers of time – To memory moments, sliced by design, and think of, ponder, give over to wander though time…

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Rain

Written on February 6, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ It’s raining in Central Virginia. It’s grey and everything’s wet. No blue sky today in Virginia, Just water is all we will get. ~ Percussions of patter, trickles of splatter, A hundred, if thousand, rivulets. The pounding and splatter of water on…

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The Last Days of Quarai

Written on February 6, 2015 by tinkwelborn

Originally posted on Tink's ChapBlog ~ Tales of the Tribe. Mythopoeic Verse:
~ I with my camera take shots of the rocks, and ponder the labors all lost. For years upon years, this place remains here, when day after day all trickle away – The memory, a history, a place called Quarai. Once diurnal pueblo…

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The Garden of Eden

Written on February 5, 2015 by tinkwelborn

~ Where sometimes I sit, More often I sit, Somewhere out here in the garden. A Garden of Eden Worn down and beaten, Gone now all to seed and broken. Where sometimes a bird Will flit to the yard Researching for bits to be eaten. It riffs through the sheaths Of fallen down leaves, The […] Continue reading →