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  • Sonnet #10 – “Awake in the Snow”

    I’ll follow you now through the Russian snow.
    For I’m afraid of nothing now you’re here.
    You’ve whisked away my driving need to know
    And blown a kiss that flies me past my fear.

    I want to see the moonlight fall on you.
    It feels like something’s rising from the woods.
    I live outside in mud and dressed in dew
    With feeding flowers blossoming your buds.

    You’re radiating fires below my thought.
    The impulse for attention, let it go.
    You’re  jewel even gods have always sought.
    Your splendor singing silent songs of soul.

    Let’s listen to the music from the stars
    And know by giving up all this is ours.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

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  • Sonnet #1 in Iambic Trimeter

    God knows we need to sleep.
    We’re rivers and birds, and trees.
    God knows we need to dream.
    Remember, we’re the breeze.

    I walk with you alone
    An empty street at night.
    Where magic things are born.
    Where dark creates the light.

    This thing I hold the most
    The dearest dream I have.
    I’ve learned to let it go.
    To grow from Earth like grass.

    You’re somewhere here I sense,
    Awake with no defense.

  • Sonnet #4 in Iambic Tetrameter – “Memory’s Daughter”

    I am awake now to each wall.
    That is the wall, this need to speak.
    There’s Buddha’s tall and Buddha’s small
    And secret castles across this creek.

    I want to walk on ancient clouds
    And fall with Isis from the sky.
    Plop, splashing down the Nile,
    These hands that swim know how to fly.

    From Memphis to Syr’ya we’ll go
    As Roman armies swarm the cross,
    Which world we land Nut only knows
    We’re trees, and sparrows, hiding gods.

    The garden’s wall so silent I pray.
    That doves will fly and pierce this gate.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering
  • Sonnet #3 in Iambic Tetrameter: A Sacred Dance

    Sonnet #3 in iambic tetrameter – “A Sacred Dance”

     
    I bring you roses to your door.
    I make this offering in Spring.
    I now know who this dove is for,
    That rises through the Sun’s gold ring.

    There’s something deeper going on.
    I feel the pieces come apart.
    The mountain eagle soars at dawn.
    And cries each piece of broken heart.

    I hold your scars around my breast.
    I sing you songs of ocean rain.
    I look up to the mountain’s crest
    And feel you come alive again.

    Each breath we hold each other tight.
    The dove will feed our soul tonight.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering

  • The Current Fed Mandate Doesn’t Allow For Prosperity

    What we need is not necessarily a gold standard, but rather a “de facto” gold standard where the fed keeps the price of gold within a tight range. That way there’s plenty of liquidity for growth, and excess liquidity during recessions is “sopped up” so that it can’t cause inflation. What’s interesting is that the Fed’s policy now doesn’t allow for growth. Because even during growth surges, such as the first internet boom, they cut off the liquidity supply. They crash boom cycles, and prolong downturns as well as adding inflation on top of them.

    I wrote the above as a comment to a Facebook post by Steve Forbes. Here is his FB post:

    “Reading book on the gold standard by the noted economist, Mark Skousen. Skousen is also the founder of Freedom Fest, a great gathering of libertarian and conservative thinkers.”

    It got me to thinking of how destructive the Fed is, and how it’s philosophy or mandate, simply will not allow for economic growth. Also, it got me to thinking again about how it’s ideas, such as adding liquidity to an economy somehow stimulates growth, or that growth itself somehow creates inflation, are the economic equivalent of Science still saying that the Sun orbits the Earth. I don’t know how they get away with it, nor how the media and politicians get away with espousing as fact, ideas that are not only not true, but the exact opposite of what they state.

    The end result is suffering. Suffering for most of us, and a huge amount of unearned, unworked for, or risked for wealth, for the few of the establishment, those who hold positions or are friends with those who hold power.

  • Sonnet #2 in Iambic Tetrameter: “Moon Day”

    Sonnet #2 – “Moon Day”

    I let the moonbeams be my guide.
    I look into the night for you.
    I must go down to see your eyes
    But somehow keep on passing through.

    The earth I roll around my lips.
    There seems to be some kind of fire.
    It’s coming from your dancing hips.
    Sweet music frees the ancient lyre.

    The oak trees’ branches grow in threes.
    But somehow only one path is made.
    Come here, my sweet, my flor-de-lis
    And guide me down their magic lake.

    I rise when splendor greets the Sun.
    My Vita Nova has begun.

    ©2013 Stephen K. Pickering