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Home By Morning

Whatever the Valar intend me to do
There’s naught with the power to keep me from you
Whatever I grieve for, whatever I rue
There’s naught with the power to keep me from you

No giant spider, no bodiless rider,
no terror by fire that crosses the land
no dark, no bright, no perilous fight
can come between us when I reach for your hand

I stand on the line when the shadow creeps in
But I will be with you before day begins
We harry the dark and we weep for our sins
But I will be with you before day begins

No orcs that creep, no nightmare sleep
No fathomless deep, no wizard’s scheme
No endless hour can raise the power
To keep us apart when you’re in my dreams

A hand on a swordhilt, a hand on a bow
A kiss that consoles me wherever I go
One more day of fighting, one more day of woe
A kiss that consoles me wherever I go

No black spell singers, no death that lingers,
No icy fingers that reach for the soul
No hiss, no bark, no wings in the dark
Can touch my heart when you keep me whole

No time, no chance, no circumstance
No wave that carries me over the foam
No winter’s breath, no fear, no death
Can keep my heart from coming home

Whatever the Valar intend me to do
There’s naught with the power to keep me from you
Whatever I long for, whatever I rue
There’s naught with the power to keep me from you
There’s naught with the power to keep me from you...

I wrote this when I first found HASA.
I don't think it's my best, but I think I love it the best
I wrote this as a sort of mantra, a promise and a focus as we struggle to reach home.

It was written for the nursery rhyme challenge, but that's really not what it means to me.

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April is national Poetry Month and Happy Birthday, Maya Angelou

Still I Rise
By Maya Angelou

You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?
Why are you beset with gloom?
’Cause I walk like I've got oil wells
Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?
Bowed head and lowered eyes?
Shoulders falling down like teardrops,
Weakened by my soulful cries?

Does my haughtiness offend you?
Don't you take it awful hard
’Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines
Diggin’ in my own backyard.

You may shoot me with your words,
You may cut me with your eyes,
You may kill me with your hatefulness,
But still, like air, I’ll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?
Does it come as a surprise
That I dance like I've got diamonds
At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history’s shame
I rise
Up from a past that’s rooted in pain
I rise
I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,
Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear
I rise
Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear
I rise
Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,
I am the dream and the hope of the slave.
I rise
I rise
I rise.

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One rainy night in Princeton, Jim and I heard Dave Van Ronk sing Green Green Rocky Road

When he got to the chorus he sang it, then stopped and recited it to us as dramatically as possible.

"They just don't write lyrics like that anymore." he told us, sadly.
The moment has always stayed with me.

Ooka dooka soda cracker,
Does your mama chew tobacco,
Cause if your mama chews tobacco,
Sing ooka dooka soda cracker

Green, green rocky road,
(Promendade in green,)
Tell me who you love,
Tell me who you love.

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Compass and Companion
Mark Erelli

Out here on this road just after midnight
Silver sickle rising in the east
I'm steady on the wheel
But I know just how you feel
So just lean back and try to catch some sleep

Go to sleep my darling
There's just a fingernail moon up above
Go to sleep my darling
Am I the one you'll be dreaming of

To think of every backroad we have travelled
Of all the restless miles we have run
Should you chance to find a trace
Of a smile on my face
I'm just thinking of the miles we've still come

Go to sleep my darling
There's just a fingernail moon up above
Go to sleep my darling
Am I the one you'll be dreaming of

To me you are a compass and companion
You follow me down every road I ride
Wherever I may roam
I'm already home
As long as you are travelling by my side

Go to sleep my darling
There's just a fingernail moon up above
Go to sleep my darling
Am I the one you'll be dreaming of...

Am I the one that you'll be dreaming of

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I WAS living very merrily on Middle Earth
As merry as a maid may be
Till the Gray Magician came down along the road
And flung his cobweb cloak on me:

His cobweb cloak of gray brushed my eyes and my ears
And all the curtained air was thinned,
And I came to the sight of the quiet Other People
Who live in the water and the wind:

And I cannot go abroad to gather up the faggots,
Singing to the honest air
Because of the fingers of the brown wood-women
Catching at my blowing hair:

And I cannot sit at home and be quiet at my spinning,
Singing to the thread I spin,
Because of the crying of the green sea-women
Beneath my sill to be let in:

And I wish the Gray Magician had been swung to an oak
Or drowned in the deep green sea
Before he brushed my face with his cobweb cloak
And stole the Middle Earth from me!


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Do you remember the show Awake? A detective is in a car accident, and begins to live two lives. In one his wife died in the crash, and when he goes to sleep, he becomes awake in the other life where his wife lived but his son died.

I wish this would happen to all our representatives who make laws to hurt others, and judges who badly and bigotedly enforce them. I wish that every time they closed their eyes, they had to live the life of someone affected by their cruelty. Over and over. And over.

And although I have a long list, today I wouldn't mind if they started with you, Shannon Lundgren.

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Things Jim told me in his sleep:

I was unable to sleep recently because my brain was turned up too high. Jim was fast asleep, but talking to me, trying to calm me down. He said,"I'll make up some rumors, and you can think about them instead."

He then tells me,"Men make cheese."
Apparently my eyes got very big, and he said, "What's wrong?"
I answered, "I thought you were going to make things up!"

"Ok, I'll try again."

He thinks for a minute, and announces, "Banco Popular isn't really very popular."


things Jim told me while awake:

I was having trouble thinking before, and jim told it it was because he knocked Eyore over. (I have a stuffy Eyore on the headboard.)

I thought he said he knocked my aura over.

Current wisdom is that I am a little slow because I have an Ey-aura

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When your question/argument begins:
*Why don't Liberals understand that Americans...*
that's where I stopped listening to you

"I wish it need not have happened in my time," said Frodo.
"So do I," said Gandalf, "and so do all who live to see such times.

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The world changes, and all that once was strong now proves unsure.
How shall any tower withstand such numbers and such reckless hate? (Theoden)

The Professor!

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The early space flights are the ones that are still engraved on my heart. To keep me occupied when I ran out of book one day at school, Sister Robert Anthony gave me a copy of We 7. I was amazed at what was about to happen, and I fell right in.

I'm sad for the loss of John Glenn, and I'm sad because all the Mercury astronauts are gone now.
And I hurt that they have taken my childhood with them.

I loved all the early astronauts, but I always felt that Alan Shepard and Gus Grissom, not to mention Yuri Gagarin and Gherman Titov were overshadowed by Glen's celebrity.

I am always moved by this scene in The Right Stuff:

Frank Sharp (Texan): Which one are you?
Alan Shepard: Shepard.
Frank Sharp: Oh yeah? Well, which one's Glenn? He's the one I want to meet.
Alan Shepard: He's right over there.
Frank Sharp: 'Scuse me.
Alan Shepard: [to his wife] Louise, I'm going to the moon, I swear to God.

But still, it was impossible not to love Glenn. He had so much charisma, and it spilled over into giving people pride and love for the program at the time, which was such a good thing. It was the great adventure.

And even at 95, he never let it go. Damn you, 2016.

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