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The Rational Absurdity of the Trinity: Keeping Believers in the Dark
Were the idea not so serious, it would be amusing to propose that three "entities" LITERALLY reside in one . . . .body? idea? wraith? It doesn't matter. Faith and Reason are uneasy bedfellows.
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The Death of Patriotism
WHY I'M WRITING THIS HUB About a week ago, a fellow Hubber, jonnycomelately, asked a question--Can patriotism make you blind to shortcomings? I offered a comment, fine and good, but when I tried to make a second comment, the System said No!, but...
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A Song to Audrey
I contemplate Audrey how itt can be that such cosmic splendor flows from her gifted pen with the natural ease of the course of waterfalls the daily rising of a new sun-- ancient yet eternally fresh inspiration and light, ...
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DEFINING ARDOR
through the aimless crowd you float, smile, elegant fingers curled lightly 'round a frosted blue glass your eyes flash promise and warning silk whispers round anticipations and magic valleys to anxious suitors about to...
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In the North....it All Depends, a Poem
at night in the winter the air is tangible a living friend that holds your breath like a soft caress if you're on your deck warm brandy icing up in its snifter the amber light from the kitchen holding promise and succor behind you ...
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TWO FRIENDS and a SKINFUL of WINE
A humorous bit of fancy in which two classical characters search for Truth in their mugs of wine
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Teaching Male Teens to Cook--A Horror Story
Your male teen can't boil water. If you went away for three days, he'd starve. His idea of cooking is to pour water on KD and nuke it. Then he wolfs it standing up. This Hub will change all that
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STOPPING TRAINS, a Poem
The prairie yawned endless beige undulating soundless entire--his only world consuming his tiny town, a dot in the sea of whispering wheat Every day the train-- puffing snorting rumbling the earth a wave of sound in his...
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The Plunge of Love, a Poem
when I fell in love, spinning down that vortex of ecstasy-- a fathomless pool r u s h i n g up to meet my plunging body-- I failed to understand that the exercise required underwater breathing. © clark cook ...
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ATTENTION POETS--DEMAND FORMATTING CHANGES FROM HUBPAGES !
HP's restrictions on line spacing & word-placement dictate format of poems. These restrictions place creative burdens on poets, & we want tech staff to enable us to layout our work the way WE want !
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IS WRITING POETRY A WASTE OF TIME?
THE WAY IT WAS. . .AND IS In most ancient cultures, poets were revered. The Greek word from which 'poet' is derived meant “the maker”, and poets were regarded as seers and wise men who penetrated the core of the Mysteries and the unfathomable...
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EMERGING LOVERS
That year the cold shattered history we huddled blue-lipped coaxed our paralyzed bones persuaded our suspended breath just to carry on. That year flirting Spring smirked in the wings denying flight. That year moon-honey flowed only in...
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THE DANCE, A Poem
During the quiet moments at the beginning you made your solemn declarations drank the wine red and deep ate those delicious little cakes that the obscure Italian baker baked in his little shop that everyone talked about , but no one had ever...
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The Wistful Accountant, A Poem
(Note to reader: HubPages formatting protocols will NOT permit me to lay the words of this poem out on the page the way they are supposed to be laid out. Very frustrating. Makes you want to go somewhere else) these words wash over me like...
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Why Hubbers Hub: Dark Secrets Revealed !
Why do Hubbers Hub? Most of us earn little or nothing from our hours of tapping out comments, asking and answering questions, thinking about, researching, and finally writing Hubs. Since I haven’t noticed any guns to my head lately, I’m forced...
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THE DIVER, A Poem
he posed rigidly, arms extended, a private crucifix at the top of the cliff a lifetime below, the beckoning waves pulsed into the echoing rocks-- rhythmic crash and foam and swirling bitter salt ascending to the motionless cross far...
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God Created Evil -- The Irreparable Flaw in Christian Thought
God, by definition is omnipotent, omnipresent, and omniscient. He knows all things, including the future. He KNOWS Adam and Eve will fail. Free will is a fraud to justify Evil, which God created.
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A DUSTY ROAD, a Poem
I met a bearded man on a dusty road and asked him for directions to a better place, a place where wonder would be common as old jewelery in a drawer dark but potent with beauty He smiled within his walk a steady pace a fluid...
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THE SEEKER, a Poem
I sought my true love like an eager ferret dark narrow places yielded only pain and reminders. I sought her then in song celebration wassail and the over-smiles of promising strangers Echoes of forgotten touches haunted...
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Stone Warrior, A Poem/Riddle
The Anglo Saxons loved Riddle Poems; slightly less than 100 of which survive in “The Exeter Book”, a miscellany of Old English poetry variously dated somewhere between the eight and tenth centuries. We know little about these short, anonymous...
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Home in the Mist, A Moment
I saw it from the safe green field four hundred lonely feet below -- thick grass, sticks, mud, a craggy home, two scrawny heads scanning the skies for bloodied rodents slow-flopping salmon juicy rabbits -- their universe. With...
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Learning to Hear
When he was young, perhaps about ten, Saturday mornings were reading events in his Dad's big bed, smelling of sweat and tobacco and well-oiled leather from the old inlaid headboard. Sliding into the warm sheets, cuddling the old man, cigarette...
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Child of the Earth, a Poem
He fell in love with her as a child of the earth might entwine its lithe arms around the tendril roots of an ancient fir deep in the loam, soft in the moisture he fell in love with her as a protector of honesty he could only sense but ...
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A Poet's Wish
Sometimes I wish that the damned poem-- that wretched hag-maiden of words and pauses and commas and ideas and words words words--sometimes I wish my hand-maiden, smirking and taunting with shielded eye and sinuous shadow hidden in...
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The Hospital Room, A Poem
She leans back against the cool green of the flaking wall, eyes closed, hands hanging loose open they will be firm and strong again when she pushes off the wall, her private moment done, and re-enters the room. He lies there, eyes once...
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Palas Athena Pays A Visit, A Poem
when she rose from the waves, clear-eyed and betrayed by silent stories felt on the skin, she brought no heavy treasure robbed from mud-crusted graves, no expectations of prizes hard-won but never awarded. she found such rewards too...
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A POEM FOR LILY
A LITTLE PREAMBLE Like most poets, I want each of my poems to stand on its own, a bridge between me and my reader. Each should have its own strength, its own integrity, and be whole enough to offer an experience for the reader free of intrusion or...
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Walking With the Moon, A Poet's Poem
WALKING WITH THE MOON I have walked this road with the Moon many times before, have sought shelter from chilling rain and driving snow beneath the wide fanned arms of the friendly cedar by the crook in the river where the road crosses the...
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The Unassailable Secret to Sexual Fulfillment - A Bit of Fun
Last night my wife and I were at a club, watching this stand-up comic. He was pretty good, and soon had the crowd giggling and laughing at his slightly sexual jokes. Then he held up both hands, commanded silence, and announced in a booming...
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A Nice Old Couple - a poem
In the evenings they would sit together he to the side of the fire long slicing shadows obscuring one side of his thin face, a partial mask to her chair facing the fire directly her face down, always down her grey hairline serving as a...
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"MURDER" ON THE ARCTIC BARREN LANDS
Map of portion of the Barrens relevant to my adventure. To locate our camp, find Yellowknife, then go up and Right to the word "Nunavut". Our camp was just above the second "n" of Nunavut. This Hub describes an extraordinary experience that I...
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How to make a Mexican Village Happy--at NO Cost to You. Ever.
THE TEASER This little Hub proposes a simple act of kindness that you can perform for some deserving kids in a distant country (in this instance Mexico), an act that will take minutes of your time, and cost you—are you ready?—not one red cent!...
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The Echoes, A Poem
the Echoes came to him again on that quiet night of promise, where. grey tendrils of dissolving cloud embraced a pale half-moon, where a wolf’s long wavering call rose low from the earth, where a sudden rustle in the silvered grass...
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RESPONSIBILITY - A Poem
your power lies not in the lightning or dark thunder flat and ominous in your crushing fist. your threat lies not in the powder-blue of your steel eyes not in the care-less sideglance you flick at a blind man in the...
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Mexico's Drug Wars--A Solution
In the six years of Presidente Calderon’s tenure as boss of México, the drug war has claimed the lives of a staggering 30,000 to 50,000 people. Nobody knows for sure. And the numbers don’t suddenly become acceptable when statisticians tell us...
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A Song for Lorraine - A Poem
Since you left, seven years have tolled their hollow course ringing grey and empty, a new void on an old twist to the final story. You had the ancient singing skill to re-write the faint retreating melody, and you refused to...
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A Walk on the Beach - a Poem
Walking on the beach in Bucerias, I came upon a Theme hiding behind a red snapper lying in final pose under the brilliant sun. I reached for the Theme but it flitted away, darting from grains of sand to smooth-polished stones to...
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Do Not Forget Our Fathers - A Poem
This man shrugged casually like all the other smooth young men who yawned their way to war and died in snow and mud witnessed by frozen blank-eyed horses used to haul their bone racks to field hospitals for rehabilitation. ...
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A Shell Game for Lilyfly - A Poem
Ah! hyphenated lily fly not in quest of forgotten men on sullen shores where cognition mistakes shells for flowers and squeezes ambrosia from the veins of ancient rock. These grey men are memories only, mere vaporous thought,...
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walking towards The Way - A Poem
the walrus and the carpenter never had it so good never had to have babies with ladies never had to go on existential acid trips with remarkably successful bugs. The crustaceans didn’t fare so well, afterthoughts never do,...
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for kathy
hush you need too many Words-- their lacquer-thin fragility comforts only the elements of the night, confronts the birds of the air in downward swerve, defines defines defines our progress within the spheres, among the doves and...