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...for your enjoyment PRESENTS...
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Farahay's...Alaskan and Other Stories
Someone sleeps, or does she...
I wonder where she is in sleep...
And so should you, NOW.
The ERA of...
Govenor SARAH PALIN
Or into dreams awakes and does not miss me
Till daylight creeps through plastic curtains
And lays beside her with me.
How far along the road between todays?
...and could this be the lyrics for the theme song for
the up and coming "08" Presidential Elections????
Why and Why Not
...a history of Sarah Who?
Why, why, why and Why not...?
It's just because, and magic is the answer
to why we like a smiling, mosh-pit dancer.
She's the epitomy of freedom, hair flying in the air...
An epithany of pleasure, not a thing to measure;
because children seldom come with condoms,
but wolves with wishes and liberated women do.
It's just because, and magic is the answer, still...
We need a pillar of the village, a light from off the hill.
Why, why, why, and Why not...?
It's just because, and magic's still the answer
to why we like a healthy, bouncing body...
Not one afraid, ashamed, or with some shoddy guilt;
one built to run and gun and mix her work with fun.
Because, false martyrs can't afford to have a conscience;
but heros without medals and all their mothers do.
It's just because, and magic's best the answer... still,
we need a pillar of the village, a light from off the hill.
Why, why, why, and Why not...?
It's just because, and magic will's the answer
to why we like an energetic, thinking woman better...
She's the epithany of new solutions sharing all her treasure,
the epitomy of "Get 'er done", when she knows we really need her.
Because, ambitious men don't always come with moral fences,
but angels, saints, and mothers with creative senses do...
Just because, actions' magic is an answer... Still,
we need a pillar of the village, a light from off the hill...
It's just because, and magic's still the answer
to why we like a healthy, bouncing body...
Not one afraid, ashamed, or with some shoddy guilt;
one built to run and gun and mix her work with fun.
Because, false martyrs can't afford to have a conscience;
but heros without medals and all their mothers do.
It's just because, and magic's best the answer... still,
we need a pillar of the village, a light from off the hill.
It's just because, and magic will's the answer
to why we like an energetic, thinking woman better...
She's the epithany of new solutions sharing all her treasure,
the epitomy of "Get 'er done", when she knows we really need her.
Because, ambitious men don't always come with moral fences,
but angels, saints, and mothers with creative senses do...
Just because, actions' magic is an answer... Still,
we need a pillar of the village, a light from off the hill...
by m.l. farahay
and two writings. There will be links along the way, and
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- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Two
...the formative ideas, ideals, education,
and mis-conceptions from
the teenage years.
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Two
- Page Two... The Heron Rises
Alaskan and Other Stories
Who, What, Where, and When
...it is all about adventures.
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Three
...ah, love, sweet, sweet love's attraction,
and the passionate bonds that tie,
sometimes, in laughters' knots.
- Page Three... The Heron's Love
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Day In and Day Out
...what we see, what we feel, what we are.
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Four
...God bless the young ones and all their struggles, too,
they just keep right-on coming and increase
the adhesion of family glue.
- Page Four... The Heron's Creation
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...Toss your child into the air.
Let fair spirits capture there
great joys' unbridled flight -
great joys to celebrate life;
then clutch the child to your chest,
kiss with whispers' tenderness,
and roar with laughter blessed.m.l. "Mike" farahay
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Five
...the spices of life slow-cooked and simmered in dreams,
where truth is stranger than fiction,
and flight is without wings.
- Page Five... The Heron's Fare
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Into The Future They Go
...more than likely, leaving us behind.
Valentine Alaska
I can almost hear the coyote calling from some far-off hilltop.
Her howls slice like a sharp knife through skinless fat to divide
the hoot-hooings echoing from a pair of snowy owls coordinating
their dark-time tell-tale hunts.
The sounds ride with the eerie groaning of a wind chilled in the
snow-covered valleys to waft out the scents of birch and alder
burning in the belly of some old smoke belching, barrel-stove.
The sounds and smells rise in natural harmonies to tell us,
We are almost home.In the morning…
Chickadees chatter 'way flitting like soiled ping-pong-balls
bouncing back and forth 'tween the Cottonwood's branches and
quarter of Moose hanging like executed convict from the eaves
of this new laid log cabin. The small, warm, walled space is
pregnant with the adventurous discoveries of two lovers
laying prone on a feather-tick mattress thick with waves
cresting shadows on the shade of an old, oil lamp's light
warming with smells of their appetites' samplings.
Can't you, just, hear the embers pop and crack with
bedsprings singing to their satisfaction?Alaska clings with legs wrapped 'round my waist and arms my neck.
She holds on with nettles of devilsclub and the sweet scents of
fireweed blooms… If she could have, only, found a means to keep
my feet from moving, she, still, would have me in her
mountain-walled cabin; for her's is a home roofed with
waning sun warring 'gainst star-lit skies willfully windowed
in the borealis' ever beckoning memories.They, with me, pop in and out her shaved, spruce-pillared doorway
like a litter of nervous puppies looking for a place to pee...
We all sling wet slobbers with every curious, searching jerk
of our frantic, frustrated heads' hungry seeking-out of the hot,
steaming solids erupting with the fresh scents of baking bread
and blueberry cobbler. They, sometimes, overwhelm the honeysuckled
fragrance of her flaxen flowered hair and other beauties sleeping
deep beneath Spring's green, tundra blankets covered, now, with
Winter's scentless, white, chill, still, hiding life's loving
and brightly colored, young valentines.m.l.farahay 2/14/00
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW, Six
...all is well that ends well for all;
but for some, it never will,
and this affects us, all!
- Page Six... The Heron's Rest
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Links List
- Farahay's from THE HERON'S VIEW
...something about the present, the author, the artist,
and a damn, hard driver.
- Page One... The Heron Hunts
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- Page Nine... Cedar Art 1
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