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i, ThunderGabriel CALHOOOON...known by many names
have Lived with the Navajo The Dine... note: in German "dein" rhymes with english dine.. ich dein = i'm yours !     And, i've planted corn with the Hopi...and count the Japanese among my dearest friends..
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ALL of us..SUNS !
TAP into Nature !
For
Sufjan Stevens
Fount of MANY BLESSINGS...tap tap
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Th'Radiance of Thee !

memories of infinity
RUTH... Th'wuhman i am is astonishing!
 
Wonderful
Understanding
Homo sapien.
 
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th'wonder of yeh! !!Lavender !
 
That's a field of sweet Lavender in the video !
 
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wonderful ! understand
humanity      mm..
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THIS SITE WAS CREATED FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE BLIND...with plenty of audio sound-track to convey my message...of radiance & kinship.
 
THIS SITE WAS CREATED FOR PEOPLE WHO ARE DEAF...to my words, so it seems.... Therefore, PLEASE view some of the LINKS with sound TURNED OFF becuz, surely surely surely, if you don't...you will be instantly utterly "turned off" by this UNIQUE offering...my Gift of IN sight to YALE UNIVERSITY FELLOWS...and FAIR MAIDENS.....i do love th'puns, and th'bunt....and th'nevermind-about-that botherations I choose to embrace as PART of OUR process of growing, growling, even at times grovelling....as a species....as a bazillions RADIANT LIGHTS, no matter the darkness of th'knit-a-bit Knights.. and The Valiant Peace-Keepers, some with guitars or a cello....some with a Gunn or CAL... HoooooooT ! Gal, oh, galloping gals-of-great-brilliance.....guys, oh, guys-of-grand-diving:  LET'S DO...........wit, with oir...with our withers...READ MY HIPS and the TATS of my arms, and those of my brother...Weldon !
 
FOR STARTERS, MUTE THE SOUND ON THIS CANYON E-CLIP...the video if you pay attention is ALL i'm striving tio to say....and th'Word of JC will have some quite ecstatic.. while others silently--or shouting, rage!   Honestly, if JC bothers you....LOOK ELSEWHERE ! th'answer to a dilemma is as close as ELLA.... 
 
AND, FOR PETE'S SAKE...DO NOT BE AFRAID TO CHANGE THE LYRICS !
For example....
In the canyon-song SCROLL AND TAP BELOW for DAY BY DAY.... not the version by Peter paul & mary...
 
TRY THIS !  In place of "Th'Lord Himself is near me..." sing this:  YOU, MY LOVE, ARE NEAR ME !  And, in place of  "Thee, whose name is Counselor and Power.."  sing this:  "THEE, WHOSE NAME IS WONDERFUL TO ME !" ANY MAN, WOMAN, OR CHILD CAN SING THAT SONG---IN ANY LANGUAGE....even if mute, we can "sing" with the soles of our feet..if we have them...or with the "soul" and deep-feeling of our experience...... Like I said, some people will LOVE THE SONG EXACTLY AS SUNG ON THIS CANYON-LINK video. Others will turn away....in boredom, indifference, rage, or disgust......
 
 

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*Three-two-one....The date and the count down... BACK AGAIN 5:11pm sigh*
by Toh-Michi-Yan-Go W. AveryLuke210Zing!
Giving-ALL-Glory-To-GOD


Hi...again. Hi...
I'm feeling... a... teeny tad... tired...
Lower limbs? Uh..one..umm.. One... seems to be O.K.
The other? Doc, whataya say Doc. I guess that's why I'm here...
You and The Team did such a beautiful job of patch and repair
after the fire and crash...I know I can trust you with this one.
Me? I'm feeling ready for ice.. and to "crash" ..not crash...
To float, gently, into a deep sleep of soft feathers on silvery sea
carried on wings of gulls...
People say "Gulls are scavengers. They eat dead fish."
Yet, they keep the shore tidy. And did you ever notice
how white their wings!? Like new snow! 2003 is the winter of snow,
john, isn't it? And wings.. maybe it's the year of... my wings...

The gulls, if they come for me, it won't be to feast on marrow
or the remnants of charred
deltoid, nor even to peck at a scapula. .
If...p'raps to be honest..and closer to Home.. Let me say "When.."
When on the 'morrow the gulls come [like in the song we sung at MCC
in New Haven, Connecticut "I hear their wings, surely.."] surely
it will be as angels to carry me Home to a clean sh-ore
in the company of otters, my sentries, and The Fisher Of Men!
Loved, this poet


*If...By-the-bi-Beijing... Part 1, 2/9/03 WIVES*
by Toh-Michi-Yan-Go W. AveryLuke210Zing!

Giving-ALL-Glory_To_GOD

Kipling wrote his, now I write mine:
If my wives were lesbian, and I were gay...
Mountain Bluebirds! Evergreen Forests! What is this...news?!
And we lived on an island as sweet and colorful as a continent..
... We do! "Turtle Island!" and
Our children are the ones we adopted
after the war had wiped out their village.
Their parents, Limping on crutches to Heaven call
down to us, from a cloud, singing Loud, in a visible voice
Like rain "Care for them dearly! Cherish them clearly!"
And, "Once-a-year, every-knight, we'll be by with a song-
of-two-stories":

By The Book of guidelines directing "One mother (Heaven!)
One father (Sea!), fill the earth." It is  filled.

TThe children are starving.
By the same Book Divine, lines directing
"Love, as you would be..."
 
 

 
 
If I do? What's it to yng!!ou? And to them? Just a Blessing !
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

*More of my Will, 2*
by Toh-Michi-Yan-Go W. AveryLuke210Zing!
Giving-ALL-Glory-To-GOD

For
m "e"... like the dancing of Torvill & Dean in "Bolero"
and me with Scott-Flemming... Or Flemming on ice... So ONE
with the Muse and each other! Yes, please keep me together.

And let me "go" slowly... Like a whale on the beach in the book
MIND IN THE WATERS (I read long ago, at JT's) described in the article
"Iceberg", authored, I think, by Jane MacIntyre
who sang to the whale that was "dying"...
Songs... human songs to our kin...

Harken, I beg, to these words, when I "go"
I don't want to be rushed off to some cold slab of concrete
in a morgue. I'd rather rest quietly, for maybe a week
or, better, even a month... "going" slowly...
In the barn or, better, the shed of recycling.

Yes, under a pile of aluminum cans, by the deer.. Light a candle
there in the view of Salvation and farms...

GOD..Please save the farms! At least this one... 'Tis a sanctuary!
and Shafer's, and Cindee's & Wayne's, and the Enfield's...

When I "buy the farm" and GOD says, "Now... Come!"
Let me "go"...slowly... with mice in my pockets and
birds on my brow...wondering, is he "gone"? I remain, in my poems!
 
 
 

Yet, where
there is HOOP there
is
HOPE

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
SCULL...........
 
 
 
ah......
 
Understanding !
 
 
 
And bones ?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
COULD A FEW WORDS...
First published in METROLINE: NEWS FOR THE GAY & LESBIAN COMMUNITY when John Crowley was Editor and my name was Thomas Alexander
 
Could a few words Like the magic wind that kisses the pond in springtime, reveal the devotion i have for you and this place--- Every person... Every blade of grass..
 
Speak, heart, Loud... and Let this sometimes hardest part of finding the courage to honor each other.... sometimes strong as dragons, then extinguished by a teardrop.... Become the nowest moment!     
 
UNIVERSITY OF NAIROBI
 
How cheering is the Christian’s hope,
While toiling here below!
It buoys us up while passing through
This wilderness of woe.
It buoys us up while passing through
This wilderness of woe.
It points us to a land of rest,
Where saints with Christ will reign;
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again.
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again.
Fly, lingering moments, fly, O fly;
Dear Savior, quickly come!
We long to see Thee as Thou art,
And reach that blissful shore.
We long to see Thee as Thou art,
And reach that blissful shore. 
 
 
 
HERE's AN ORIGINAL POEM-SONG, i wrote, and sing to tune of Hyfradol
Pteridium aquilinum, the fern, th'brake
 
 Wear, weeping, wept i not!
For apple-bloom and cooing dove did bend their wings and words of Love There, to kiss me at the dawn!
 
CHORUS:
Arise ! Arise! And dawn dew shake! From brake, and back, and then
do take Pteridium aquilinum
on with Thee!
On, into this day with Love!
 
NOTE ONE.. Of the many kinds of ferns, both cultivated and in the Wild Lands, there is one called the brake, Latin name Pteridium aquilinum...
 
Living close to Nature, I have often begun my day with a shake of dew from brake and back....on, into the day, with LOVE !
Oh, Rock-on! Rock-on ! AMP UP and Rock-on with me as we TAP IN to the joy and radiance of our  ever-growing friendship.
 
 
 
 
 
>    -  A.L.A.S.....Spanish for "Wings!" My 1st degree....
>    by Toh-Michi-Yan-Go W. AveryLuke210Zing! Giving-AllGloryToGOD

>    ....alas, alack, some "woe is me" BE GONE!
>    How? Simply, now, I reveal the healing wonder
>    of my wings, these "alas" pronounced AH-Lahs
>    Spanish word for wings! What ho! I gathered
>    like a shepherd sheep or wakeman sleep...
>    "Credits!" I said, being bold, "Now heap!"
>    And like be-nimbled hat-cat poet's "OH!" pen
>    say "Swam I!"
>    I did!

>    Just that
&
>    this was the result: From c-minus down to F
>    with "Withdrawn"s and "Incomplete"s
>    a veritable collection of unwrung courses
>    I hung dripping 64
>    credits no one wanted and, of them, I made
>    MY WINGS!     A.L.A.S. !
From me to me!
>    True:
Associate in Liberal Arts & Science...
>    with a quantity of "F"s,
and learning from
>    "D"s, "W"s, and "Incomplete"s
>    and with these... wings... now dry... I fly!
>     Copyright © 2009
>    -  *NOTE: I haven't yet found the poem Cure:Sift...by Winchester
>    Wellnau(gh), nor the poems by Ursala Tresbon, Brother Mur-mur Tresbon,
>    Officer Dugg I. Dugg..and others. Still, here is a start..... being
>    translated for 2010... tally-ho!*
 
 A-light


 th'pattering of feet... some mouse-with-wigs-of-dew has come to set her hair
 t'dry upon th'lines left long,
 and straight, thru the night by Mrs Wonder-Lily. Th'spider long
 since t'bed has gone... yet...
 keeping, p'raps one or two of several..ten? eyes open
 just in case the clothes pins pinch in places
 tooo nearish to her toes,
 or, p'raps a half-hitch, not quite secure, with clove
 hitch she'll replace... We'll see...
 Th'mouse, attending to her wigs, sets first
 th'nearest dozen on a branch of sharp-tongued
 spruce not angry that's just the way they're
 made not mad th'Spruce's tongues serve well th'task
 as anchor, for a web, or wig.
 Yet, not quite secure on th'post, wigs begin t'slide.
 Th'ride long, to dawn, faster than expected; velocity
 increases as wigs call, one-to-another, "Come, play!"
 Otters! They've become a team of tail-tag otter,rushing.
 To Th'day,they're a sip of heaven,to quench long thirst of night.
 So swoop th'lines; so, disappear th'wigs!

 
 
 

*Crows*
by D Dugg

I hear
aren't th'only ones
t'carry trinkets of found Three Musketeer wrappers;
Gold, of Weurther's original (granma's fav'rite
for soothing
late at night, i wonder where crows, late at night
stand,
with their beaks, pointing to haiku of dewinth'tops
(is it dew? or, at peaks, 'tis mist, from th'winds
o'Kilamanjaro?) toes, curled
clasp onto sonnets of branches th'trees write...
A glitter of orb th'moon, on th'web of an Ode,
falls a feather, swayed in th'sing
Katydids fling, as fishermen
wise...
 
 
 
 
 
My father was a photographer, planted trees, sang, played the clarinet and often said:  HAVE A BALL !  True, that IS a glorious pun.. Sometimes BALL signifies DANCE, and that I do !   Regarding diversity at YALE UNIVERSITY , as a Professor of Radiance and being a Master  of Ministry, Music, Marketing, Management, Medicine, Mathematics.. & mutts.. I here share EIGHT versions of the SAME song... three of which begib with D... two are the same guy:  Tom, in his youth, and then a wee tad older... My name, to some folks, is Tom-tom.. drum? um....   To those who gripe and moan and shout and twiddle their thumbs becuz there are  ZERO songs on this website by  WHITE  people, what can I say?  There are none...  Not one...  As Homo sapiens sapiens our joys & our colors are infinite.  With our LIVING we are ALL People-of-Wonder !   BE everywhere and always a PROFESSOR OF RADIANCE and BE a True song of joy that is the dance of your Life... even when we weep.. even then..  write new songs from your heart, and share old songs.. to heal
 
 
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In Prison...
Ma, June, Helen, Anita
Womenfolk, with Lyrics
Country Folk 
woman & friend
Mary  with Paul & Pete
Early Morning Rain
Tom....older with Liam
War...? Dubliners, w.o.w.
whata video !
Doc Watson Blindness doesn't have to be a prison
The Author, Tom Paxton
 Denver
 
 
 
 
 
72: Th'Poems Are T'

by Watsons Gen Toh-Michi-Yan-Go

Keep me from drinking Th'Currents of Styxx, deepest

sorrows---stronger, by far, than a ramp-slick'd with

butterButtes-pronounc'd b'yutes in th'desert rise 

high

not

-ic-able,

they burn in their red, sandstone heat, while i in my

ire & sorrows don hat-

reds; even cerberus ducks & cowers when he sees me---

as i am, seizing... The Azures of Seas quake, turning

violet & purple, while pansies

drop blossoms; in beak of abard t'hear spoken 

th'hard

grief...........................................

Even reefs, with their points.......coral, once red,

seeing the ghosts of my sorrows, turn pink.

Blink, too, do th'deer in th'thicket--they've never

known me this broken; in token sallutes, crickets


of salt, and with Lute's....

retreat... 

winter nesting............can't sleep or count sheep, 

'cuz i with this heap...sorrows, unending, disturbing

their math..
 
 
An original Poem
 
by Watsons Gen Toh-Michi-Yan-Go 
Sticks and stones can break our bones..... and names can break our hearts..
or heal them !
Tao ? ..The I Ching
Chinese Book of Changes
Torah? The Noble Qur'an ?Christian Bible?
Liam... what war
 Joan Baez video
 Eric BOGEL, author of that song
HOLD  ON  !     "TRY TO FORGET ALL THEM ENEMIES AND DEBTS
OR THEY'LL JUST CHASE YOU AROUND AND GIVE YOU SOUR DREAMS....."
Sachem Gabriel... Toh-Michi-Yan-Go... Sir... 
You aare suggesting we LISTEN to shakey graves AS IF he were the voice of..
 
Nick... He's more than the saint-of-the-moment... D'ya hear...?
BELIEVE !  in the magnificence of being Kin-To-ALL
 "th'world is falling to PEACE," says th'poet
says the musician:  "th'world is falling to PEACE," says the hero !
AND W.O.W. I STILL BELIEVE IN YEW
Those beautiful evergreens that teach us to be strong, even as we sway - yes, even as we sway !
....i still believe IN...i do, i do, i do 
me? i still believe IN... i believe in YEW
 
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