Author Archives: bill gannett

Scrambled Thoughts a la Tabasco

Posted on January 5, 2012 by bill gannett

My scrambled thoughts Are like breakfast eggs With all their golden light Congealed, diffused. Tabasco helps.

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I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore,

Posted on January 2, 2012 by bill gannett

I, the lost one, find my way to the ocean’s shore, where none can hear my grief above the surf’s roar. I would drown at once the sound of my own thought- I would die now and forever to all … Continue reading →

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Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety

Posted on December 21, 2011 by bill gannett

Mary carries the Word within her womb to safety- soon the world will be delivered from captivity. Giddi-up donkey, through the wind and rain and snow. A wondrous Christ-child’s cry yearns to grace bestow! The wandering Stars combine luminous astral virtues … Continue reading →

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The wind of the Word arrives

Posted on December 19, 2011 by bill gannett

The wind of the Word arrives In silence, and wakes the rose. Petals tremble, blush and laugh With joy, and sweet love disclose.

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I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair

Posted on December 16, 2011 by bill gannett

I long to lose all my senses in your thick curly hair; what bliss to be lost in scented curls so rich and rare! I long to lose my breath in lips of eternal promise- no death can rival the … Continue reading →

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Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts

Posted on December 6, 2011 by bill gannett

“Authorities are freaking out over tents. Boy Scouts Do as they are told, but these lazy people are louts! Why are they camping in city parks? Please, why Abandon secure and comfortable beds to die? In the Big City, we … Continue reading →

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Penguins dress with style

Posted on November 30, 2011 by bill gannett

Penguins dress with style, And swim with panache. What cool tuxedo- How they love to splash!

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The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane

Posted on November 20, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28893673″] The dawn breeze kicks up the dust in lover’s lane; My gritty speech praises the Rend‘s lonely pain. I reach for the bottle rolling across the floor- My arm can stretch so far, and then no more. Where … Continue reading →

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Response (non-vulgar edition) to the AMBPPCT Circular Letter of 17 November, 2011

Posted on November 17, 2011 by bill gannett

In response to the recent circular letter from the AMBPPCT, I would like to make the following points: 1. It is NOT the responsibility of the Trustees to exercise damage control about Trust leadership, but to vigorously investigate, on their … Continue reading →

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Tree is flaming orange

Posted on November 13, 2011 by bill gannett

[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28955955″] Tree is flaming orange, Fields are gold and sere. Blue sky burns to black- Pale stars flicker near.    

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