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  STARS Alone in the night On a dark hill With pines around me Spicy and still,   And a heaven full of stars Over my head, White and topaz And misty red;   Myriads with beating Hearts of fire That aeons Cannon vex or tire;   Up the dome of heaven Like a great hill, I watch them marching Stately and still,   And I know that I Am honoured to be Witness Of such majesty. Poem of 7/25/2019 © j.m.frase-white

  New Tiger In Town Taluhullah has a boyfriend We call him tiger buns everybody wants a taste of him or just to watch him run He smiles with feline hunger sweet and yummy too he has such sugar charm no one know quite what to do Oh, we wish her well with promise that he will do no ill that he won’t rob her intuition with the idea of a thrill [Oh, what is the cat’s name? a name always gives a clue as long as he is no chicken bred for that Frank Purdue] Universal hunger touches all of us a call for making love and babies we worry our friend’s hot tiger cat may just give more than rabies Sing songs of love and laughter and hope it is not pretense that love may be the offer good loving will be recompense Yet all the girls are purring strong the boys think that they’ve gone nuts calling their lust-like affection afraid they’ll act like crazy sluts You know how he earned that name He was the fastest in...

  Blue Moon , Stained Glass j.m. frase-white   Now in a Private Collection Saturday, Closing Out 11/11/2023 My last day at the Guild in the Back Room Gallery taking down Vermont Outdoors Peggy Watson’s paintings uniquely solitary, letting you walk in even when populated often blossoming in 3 dimensions bikes flying off the canvas plants poking through surfaces pumpkins in patches We talk of how we paint drawn by spirit, soul speaking/seeking she says “Paintings are our measure, our message, the message the world gives us.” There they hang On the wall commerce not the goal not a way to pay the rent but to feed the inner resonance that makes our lives whole 11-12 November 2023 ©james m. frase-white with thanks to Peggy Watson

 [“Inspired by Charles Trotsky painting #Ghostdance”. ] #Ghostdance Impatient! No wonder so impatient Yaweh created the earth in 6 days a wonderous feat! 144 hours! 24 of rest men slaughter each other just for the right to believe that! Magical dreamland pra/eying to invisible eternal damnation of souls victory of the just happily ever after combating bravery for power and glory the few, the brave trudge on discovering the wonders of the world to reveal the magic formula of its mystery never ending unraveling, yet knitting the fiber of a world caught in the act of creation Time, we made the concept To understand the drama between night and day The hours The motions The minutes We created To fit our life, our time And created god in our image And his time in ours Time Is not hours, is not minutes, days, weeks years It steps far beyond our meager span God we found immeasurable But still he is ours Time we n...