Sunday, November 18, 2012
Saturday, November 17, 2012
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Remembrance Day 2012
It is a forlorn crop, in the morning mist,
Each shadowed upright fulsome rose a testament to its Maker,
Though taken from the marrow of another, stalwart standing:
And 'neath the wayward boughs, there seems a low and shaking moan
For all those moans who have no mouths,
The sounds - even in silence - a solemn shriek of Nothing.
They are known, still; known in beds, now cold, where once lovers knit
Old Wounds, and Young Hearts;
Known, where terror and streak of incendiary Light mocked the Quieter glow
Of Morning's Light,
And laughter held sway on a blanket on a far off creekbank:
Happy play; hands clasped, and sighing.
They are faces, those risen sticks, whose bodies long ago have joined the Dust
from whence they came;
Faces, still, anguished and surprised by Death, in a sudden, terrible
Glut of Anger,
Unleashed upon a confused and saddened World.
The faces came, and stood, and spoke not so oft with mouths,
But with steps, and waves, and sweeps upon the fields of
Nevermores, where many a heart lay dying, in hope, holding awkward Tools
Of "Stop" and "Live".
We, here now, standing amidst the small wood sticks - two-fingered
Testaments to a Belief that all, still, could Change,
If they were wont;
Brave beneath the shaking hands, fiercer than they thought themselves,
When first the call came, to be Fierce,
Will think of them,
Hoping only that, in doing,
Roses might not Wither, but
Grow Again, amongst the Crosses,
as the faces had dearly
Wished, as they lay
Dying, to
Live Again.
Each shadowed upright fulsome rose a testament to its Maker,
Though taken from the marrow of another, stalwart standing:
And 'neath the wayward boughs, there seems a low and shaking moan
For all those moans who have no mouths,
The sounds - even in silence - a solemn shriek of Nothing.
They are known, still; known in beds, now cold, where once lovers knit
Old Wounds, and Young Hearts;
Known, where terror and streak of incendiary Light mocked the Quieter glow
Of Morning's Light,
And laughter held sway on a blanket on a far off creekbank:
Happy play; hands clasped, and sighing.
They are faces, those risen sticks, whose bodies long ago have joined the Dust
from whence they came;
Faces, still, anguished and surprised by Death, in a sudden, terrible
Glut of Anger,
Unleashed upon a confused and saddened World.
The faces came, and stood, and spoke not so oft with mouths,
But with steps, and waves, and sweeps upon the fields of
Nevermores, where many a heart lay dying, in hope, holding awkward Tools
Of "Stop" and "Live".
We, here now, standing amidst the small wood sticks - two-fingered
Testaments to a Belief that all, still, could Change,
If they were wont;
Brave beneath the shaking hands, fiercer than they thought themselves,
When first the call came, to be Fierce,
Will think of them,
Hoping only that, in doing,
Roses might not Wither, but
Grow Again, amongst the Crosses,
as the faces had dearly
Wished, as they lay
Dying, to
Live Again.
Saturday, November 10, 2012
Grown up Love
"Say and sway."
There is an intensity to your face, when you are standing, just so,
Amidst the "whiff of spliff", and slight headiness I always feel,
When I look into your eyes, that reminds me of The Quiet.
The Quiet is all moments, to me, when I feel a measured, and measurable, part of the Infinite, and You.
I think to describe them, and cannot, being bereft;
Seasonally, slaked and sensuous, when summer's keeping has hummed me past
your soft stroking hands, searching lips, and infinite rhythm of Life;
I feel a part of the other part that you yearn for, so desperately,
and search for, in me, with purpose, and repetition,
Joining carbon to carbon, and hip to hip, clockwork round,
Humming.
Grey and grim cannot touch this moment, nor time erase its renewed memories
of unending Youth, chafed and chafing at the impossibility of
Hot and Sweat, Effort and Earned, hula hooped and humming.
Even a pen, intruding upon impossible shimmying, cannot break the
Prescription of Remembrance, food and fondness,
Feeding grapes, flower tucking behind ear, licked noses, and
Two Bite cheese between two mouths, splitting, that was
Our Young Desire, laughing.
You kissed my eyes, naming some immeasurable, mysterious colour,
You said;
I laughed, running the vacuum in my mind, ever practical, smoothly
Whispering "Hazel", as you ran your hands curiously around my
Roundness, smiling chocolate and icing.
"Anti Retro" I warned, eyes narrowing, and you laughed, low and ragged, dragging your mouthless desires across my forehead, as a
Darwinian imprint, ever the explorer, and only dropping
to suck gently on the protruding bit of lip that was worry in me, to whisper,
"Love Me, Sweet", with promise of Years, and Time to
Perfect our own Art, between
Brushes, blending.
There is an intensity to your face, when you are standing, just so,
Amidst the "whiff of spliff", and slight headiness I always feel,
When I look into your eyes, that reminds me of The Quiet.
The Quiet is all moments, to me, when I feel a measured, and measurable, part of the Infinite, and You.
I think to describe them, and cannot, being bereft;
Seasonally, slaked and sensuous, when summer's keeping has hummed me past
your soft stroking hands, searching lips, and infinite rhythm of Life;
I feel a part of the other part that you yearn for, so desperately,
and search for, in me, with purpose, and repetition,
Joining carbon to carbon, and hip to hip, clockwork round,
Humming.
Grey and grim cannot touch this moment, nor time erase its renewed memories
of unending Youth, chafed and chafing at the impossibility of
Hot and Sweat, Effort and Earned, hula hooped and humming.
Even a pen, intruding upon impossible shimmying, cannot break the
Prescription of Remembrance, food and fondness,
Feeding grapes, flower tucking behind ear, licked noses, and
Two Bite cheese between two mouths, splitting, that was
Our Young Desire, laughing.
You kissed my eyes, naming some immeasurable, mysterious colour,
You said;
I laughed, running the vacuum in my mind, ever practical, smoothly
Whispering "Hazel", as you ran your hands curiously around my
Roundness, smiling chocolate and icing.
"Anti Retro" I warned, eyes narrowing, and you laughed, low and ragged, dragging your mouthless desires across my forehead, as a
Darwinian imprint, ever the explorer, and only dropping
to suck gently on the protruding bit of lip that was worry in me, to whisper,
"Love Me, Sweet", with promise of Years, and Time to
Perfect our own Art, between
Brushes, blending.
Monday, November 5, 2012
Thou has touched the Shaking
Heart, thou hast felt the touch of my hand in the murk of mind's meandering,
Deep in night ink, when all was still, and even birds dare not mock feelings extreme;
Nay, dare they not, when fire within the mind's eye dared Death to further Dreaming in my cause;
And Life joined the melee, singing a Stranger Sprightly Song of Shaking, wondering at the crew
Assembled there.
Yay! In keeping thee thus, have I called upon any, and all,
Wherein, my Soul,
Bereft as it Was, Before thy Browed and Beaten Visage,
(only thus, from care, though woe has etched its verisimilitude, seeking equal)
appeared Quieted, and downcast.
See! The whirling fire within Thee, matched,
As when Solomon, gazing softly, did wonder at Earth
Filled with Spirit and Grace, and Flame,
Known only, in that silent Moment,
As Defiance, and Essence, and Now.
Deep in night ink, when all was still, and even birds dare not mock feelings extreme;
Nay, dare they not, when fire within the mind's eye dared Death to further Dreaming in my cause;
And Life joined the melee, singing a Stranger Sprightly Song of Shaking, wondering at the crew
Assembled there.
Yay! In keeping thee thus, have I called upon any, and all,
Wherein, my Soul,
Bereft as it Was, Before thy Browed and Beaten Visage,
(only thus, from care, though woe has etched its verisimilitude, seeking equal)
appeared Quieted, and downcast.
See! The whirling fire within Thee, matched,
As when Solomon, gazing softly, did wonder at Earth
Filled with Spirit and Grace, and Flame,
Known only, in that silent Moment,
As Defiance, and Essence, and Now.
Posthumously Rejected
Come morning, sweet and late;
Come as gentle fingers in the quavering, watery light,
Nursing ruinous paths etched by agony's Tears, across cheek caves
Deep in the rock recesses of Death Victorious;
Oh! Cover with skin and bone, fierce and fire, the very breath that, ragged as a dying man,
Even now breathes victorious,
Having won its lifes's retreat,
Comforted.
Come as gentle fingers in the quavering, watery light,
Nursing ruinous paths etched by agony's Tears, across cheek caves
Deep in the rock recesses of Death Victorious;
Oh! Cover with skin and bone, fierce and fire, the very breath that, ragged as a dying man,
Even now breathes victorious,
Having won its lifes's retreat,
Comforted.
Sunday, November 4, 2012
STORM CLEANUP TIME...music to cheer you along...xo
GREETINGS everyone!
For those affected by Hurrican Sandy, thoughts and prayers come your way, in hopes that life returns to normal for you very soon....I have gone home from work every night this week worried about all the people affected by the conditions created by this terrible storm, and hope that the warmth, generators humming, and some truly wonderful staff help to make this temporary state of being a little more comfortable, for those of you we were able to help accomodate, or assist in procuring shelter, access, or travel information which made life better, somehow.
This is a busy weekend for me, too, as I attempt to clean up from the storm here; the winds took out two huge branches on my beloved willow, and made one heck of a mess of the yard, so I am out in the cold and wet, like many, rushing to get things tidy and "floodless" before the cold weather sets in. There were snowflakes in the early hours of post midnight, and "frost on the pumpkin", so I don't think I have a lot of time in my area, until the first real snow flies!!!
After working all day on it, today, I put a pretty major dent in the task. Smile. My hot cup of tea never tasted quite so good! It's amazing how little things like that keep you determined to accomplish what you set out to do, isn't it?....
I hope you have shelter, warmth, food, and love near you, and if you are not where you want to be, or things are not happening quite as quickly as you had hoped, remember there are many hearts - and hands - doing their best at helping and hoping that life will return to normal soon....
Meanwhile, my prayers go out to the Obama team in the USA, to "keep on keepin' on", with this, and other huge challenges they have faced, with the stoic hope and fierce determination of a people who will not go back to "things as usual", and who will not forget the man who rescued an industry - despite the greed he had to face, in doing so.....among other achievements which his opponents - while padding their pockets in case the "boost" did not take fruit - want you to forget very quickly! Don't be fooled!
Here is some "music for cleanup". Hope you enjoy this little autumn surprise! Take heart...
GOD BLESS and TAKE CARE....more "written thoughts" shortly!
Keep the Caring in your heart.....
Dawn M. Nevills
Some songs for you - Click, wait for song to download, listen, and enjoy! (and feel free to sing along!)
(Join, too, if you can...even for a little while...it's great therapy, to sing your troubles away! Smile....xo.)
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Smokey-Robinson/Cruisin%27/r_751665#rid=751665
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Roberta-Flack/The-First-Time-Ever-I-Saw-Your-Face/r_623540#rid=623540
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Ray-Price/For-The-Good-Times/r_777827#rid=777827
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Chicago/Baby-What-A-Big-Surprise/r_777777#rid=777777
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Minnie-Ripperton/Lovin%27-You/r_751740#rid=751740
For those affected by Hurrican Sandy, thoughts and prayers come your way, in hopes that life returns to normal for you very soon....I have gone home from work every night this week worried about all the people affected by the conditions created by this terrible storm, and hope that the warmth, generators humming, and some truly wonderful staff help to make this temporary state of being a little more comfortable, for those of you we were able to help accomodate, or assist in procuring shelter, access, or travel information which made life better, somehow.
This is a busy weekend for me, too, as I attempt to clean up from the storm here; the winds took out two huge branches on my beloved willow, and made one heck of a mess of the yard, so I am out in the cold and wet, like many, rushing to get things tidy and "floodless" before the cold weather sets in. There were snowflakes in the early hours of post midnight, and "frost on the pumpkin", so I don't think I have a lot of time in my area, until the first real snow flies!!!
After working all day on it, today, I put a pretty major dent in the task. Smile. My hot cup of tea never tasted quite so good! It's amazing how little things like that keep you determined to accomplish what you set out to do, isn't it?....
I hope you have shelter, warmth, food, and love near you, and if you are not where you want to be, or things are not happening quite as quickly as you had hoped, remember there are many hearts - and hands - doing their best at helping and hoping that life will return to normal soon....
Meanwhile, my prayers go out to the Obama team in the USA, to "keep on keepin' on", with this, and other huge challenges they have faced, with the stoic hope and fierce determination of a people who will not go back to "things as usual", and who will not forget the man who rescued an industry - despite the greed he had to face, in doing so.....among other achievements which his opponents - while padding their pockets in case the "boost" did not take fruit - want you to forget very quickly! Don't be fooled!
Here is some "music for cleanup". Hope you enjoy this little autumn surprise! Take heart...
GOD BLESS and TAKE CARE....more "written thoughts" shortly!
Keep the Caring in your heart.....
Dawn M. Nevills
Some songs for you - Click, wait for song to download, listen, and enjoy! (and feel free to sing along!)
(Join, too, if you can...even for a little while...it's great therapy, to sing your troubles away! Smile....xo.)
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Smokey-Robinson/Cruisin%27/r_751665#rid=751665
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Roberta-Flack/The-First-Time-Ever-I-Saw-Your-Face/r_623540#rid=623540
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Ray-Price/For-The-Good-Times/r_777827#rid=777827
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Chicago/Baby-What-A-Big-Surprise/r_777777#rid=777777
http://www.thekaraokechannel.com/online/karaoke/community/Dawn-M.-Nevills/Minnie-Ripperton/Lovin%27-You/r_751740#rid=751740
Sunday, October 21, 2012
The Elf Adventures by Dawn M. Nevills
The woman walked her dog slowly past the twinkling garden lights in the fading light. The dog looked up at her, quizzically: it was a very intelligent canine, and quirked his ears at her, as she whispered "psst", and then shot him a glance, at which he sat down, immediately, waiting.
"The elves are home", she said, quietly to him. He quirked his head to one side, his ears twitching.
"They're making Christmas gifts already!", she said, explaining, and then sighed. "Always so organized....and me just trying to be in time for Hallowe'en in ten days!" She smiled at the little dog, patting him on the head.
"And what do you think about that, Max, my funny little guard dog?"
The dog jumped up, prancing in front of her, affectionately licking her hand. Then he dragged her, pulling at the leash, towards the lit side of the kitchen, where he knew she had already placed his kibble, as a reward for a smart poop and a little jog in the yard. Elfwise....and towards dinner, where the twinkling lights inside looked mysteriously just a little like the little elf ones scattered about the yard, like street lights for mini dwellings in a forest.....they blinked just a little brighter, as she laughed softly in the darkness.....like twinkling stars, which, looking up, someone might have noticed, almost seemed to answer......!
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"The elves are home", she said, quietly to him. He quirked his head to one side, his ears twitching.
"They're making Christmas gifts already!", she said, explaining, and then sighed. "Always so organized....and me just trying to be in time for Hallowe'en in ten days!" She smiled at the little dog, patting him on the head.
"And what do you think about that, Max, my funny little guard dog?"
The dog jumped up, prancing in front of her, affectionately licking her hand. Then he dragged her, pulling at the leash, towards the lit side of the kitchen, where he knew she had already placed his kibble, as a reward for a smart poop and a little jog in the yard. Elfwise....and towards dinner, where the twinkling lights inside looked mysteriously just a little like the little elf ones scattered about the yard, like street lights for mini dwellings in a forest.....they blinked just a little brighter, as she laughed softly in the darkness.....like twinkling stars, which, looking up, someone might have noticed, almost seemed to answer......!
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Saturday, October 13, 2012
THANKSGIVING
For sunshine bright and glowing moon,
For laughter's rich and merry trills,
For quiet thought and gentle smile,
For harried day of challenged thrills;
For hugs, and hams, and apple's juice,
For narrowed eyes, and lovers' truce,
For each new day the bird's song brings.....
We give Thee thanks, for Everything.
xo.
For laughter's rich and merry trills,
For quiet thought and gentle smile,
For harried day of challenged thrills;
For hugs, and hams, and apple's juice,
For narrowed eyes, and lovers' truce,
For each new day the bird's song brings.....
We give Thee thanks, for Everything.
xo.
Monday, August 20, 2012
Monday, August 6, 2012
Dawn M. Nevills - ReverbNation#!/artist/control_room/1316932?tab=store&subnav=store_buyproducts
Dawn M. Nevills - ReverbNation#!/artist/control_room/1316932?tab=store&subnav=store_buyproducts
A collection of Shakespeare's Sonnets....great for thespians, poets...or those who, like me, believe
Shakespeare only comes alive when the words do, too!
Just released to retailers....pick one up for the Stratford Festival lover in your family!
(Just don't be surprised if you see a few doing a slow sashay in the lobby...wink.)
A collection of Shakespeare's Sonnets....great for thespians, poets...or those who, like me, believe
Shakespeare only comes alive when the words do, too!
Just released to retailers....pick one up for the Stratford Festival lover in your family!
(Just don't be surprised if you see a few doing a slow sashay in the lobby...wink.)
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Saturday, June 2, 2012
Intermezzo Dewings - A Sonata in Spring.
Oh, the steady pulse of spring, within the bright blessed orchestration of Season's Sound!
Birds, that chirp and warble, wakeful with the gleaming dew;
Bees and cicadas, measured drone and drill to warn and sound the methodical beating of each noted Pause;
Drawing deep from each, its pleasant sap and savour;
Rustle and round, the mild, playful whir of an errant, circling wind, flitting and flowing amongst the petals,
So that even the rollicking roll of a burgeoning, fuzzled caterpillar, is stilled by a waving, watchful Twig.
Oh, Tree and Twitter, hum and hasten....altogether! Drawing back its probing, curious Finger bod,
The Snail sighs, and waits, its glistening trail of wet and wonder, strange paving for a drying breeze, and,
Frond-like, the hula grass whispers and opens for its starring
Butterflies.
Birds, that chirp and warble, wakeful with the gleaming dew;
Bees and cicadas, measured drone and drill to warn and sound the methodical beating of each noted Pause;
Drawing deep from each, its pleasant sap and savour;
Rustle and round, the mild, playful whir of an errant, circling wind, flitting and flowing amongst the petals,
So that even the rollicking roll of a burgeoning, fuzzled caterpillar, is stilled by a waving, watchful Twig.
Oh, Tree and Twitter, hum and hasten....altogether! Drawing back its probing, curious Finger bod,
The Snail sighs, and waits, its glistening trail of wet and wonder, strange paving for a drying breeze, and,
Frond-like, the hula grass whispers and opens for its starring
Butterflies.
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