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Tag Archives: Poetry
Why Not?
A soul, timeless, at play in a field of dazzling light and changeable shapes, or, how the ordered free jazz of plotlessness keeps on turning, and turning, within the Great Mystery into which I was called to enter and praise.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged dreamscaping, fields of light, free jazz, John Biscello, Poetry, praise-worthy, souls at play, why not?, wonderwheeling
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The New Romantics
We need visionaries, now, more than ever. Those in tenderest thrall to the lore of zeal and trespass, this side of dreaming. We barker for the rise and call of the New Romantics who, in their shedding of scales and … Continue reading
The Writing Life
Sneak-peek into the process: I always write by hand, with my F-402 ballpoint pn (black ink), in one-subject spiral notebooks, the cheap kind that come in different colors (mostly I go with red, purple and yellow, occasionally blue or black, … Continue reading
Posted in Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Tagged in progress, John Biscello, lyrical living, poem, Poetry, Prose, sneak-peek, the craft, the writing life, word by word
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Thrall
In tenderest thrall to the near side of dreaming— Means to endlessness.
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Tagged dreamlife lived, haiku, infinite you, John Biscello, Poetry, tenderest means, this side of dreaming
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This Side of Dreaming
It became abundantly clear— we needed visionaries, to marvel dumbly, in bated thrall to wonder’s wheeling gist.
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Tagged beauty and sadness, John Biscello, life is beautiful, Poetry, we need visionaries, wonderwheeling
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Walkabout
Do not be afraid, the golden freight of trespass reigns in your footsteps.
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Tagged golden reign, haiku, John Biscello, Poetry, trespass lightly, walk this way
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Thin Air
As the plot thickens, Mystery sires its own call, thinning to wonder.
Posted in Poetry, Uncategorized
Tagged ch-ch-ch-changes, John Biscello, mysterious ways, Poetry, thin air, wonderstruck, wonderwheeling
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The Silence
My friend who lives in the woods told me there’s a silence there he’s never heard before. Said he’s lived in the woods for nearly twenty years and while he’s heard plenty of quiet, volumes and volumes of quiet, the … Continue reading
Into the Mystic
I became a bird, just for a little while. It wasn’t sorcery, it was need, a whirling imperative from or into the unknown, or perhaps the broken skin of a bared dream. I became a bird and flew up to … Continue reading
You Say You Want a Revolution
The secret to becoming a true revolutionary, lay yourself out upon the world’s limitless altar of secrets, and praise the hidden roots of everything you encounter daily, heart bared as proof of light’s need to air.
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Tagged John Biscello, Poetry, The Calling, turn turn turn, revolutionary being, the leap, we need visionaries, new romantics
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