Gonna Give Rosie A Ring...

Gonna Give Rosie A Ring...

Ah,

Sweet mornin' glowing bright and true,
Gonna give Rosie a ring,
Sweet-playing thang,
Gonna give Rosie a ring.

If the day comes when I'm feelin' down n' blue,
Gonna give Rosie a ring,
All six strings,
Give Rosie a ring.

Playin' true in the morning,
Strummin' happy by evenin',
Even if I can barely sing,
Just gonna give Rosie a ring.

Someday I'll play so fine,
Happy up on cloud nine,
All because I gave Rosie a ring,
Sweet-playin' thang,
Just gonna give Rosie a ring.

And when Heaven calls,
Won't need no harp in the Angel halls,
No,
Just gonna give - give Rosie a ring,
Lord, let me give Rosie a ring.

Aahaaaa,
Yeah,
Give Rosie a ring.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/29/2009

Author's Comments

I can hear this in a late 50's style, no distortion, kind of clear and bright chord strumming. Some day I'll be able to play it. As you know, Rosie is my Strat - so when I play her, I call it "giving Rosie a ring." The cloud 9 reference is because our new digs are on the 9th floor, so I call the place Cloud 9.

Candy Apple Strat...

Candy Apple Strat...

Twang!

I can feel a little heat off the amp,
It's like a Christmas bulb in my eyes,
Pretty and hot.

I've waited for years and later finally came,
I can hear it screaming sweet in my head,
Waiting for release.

Slow steady work finally located Rome,
Now for the years to build it,
Not starting a day too late.

I can feel all my legends buzzing under my skin,
If I can play anything they invented I'll be thrilled,
Finding joy in a burst of song.

Glory days don't have to pass you by.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 08/28/2009

Author's Comments

I bought a Mexican-made used Fender Stratocaster on eBay, the guitar you see pictured here. She's in mint condition and plays like a dream. Candy Apple Red with a rosewood fretboard. I'm thinking to call her Rosie. I have a lot of learning to do - I'm also wanting to learn to repair guitars on the side. No, I have not given up the sax - but at times I get in a rut with it and have to put it down for a few days. I've wanted one of these for 20 years - so now I can alternate between the two.

Movin' Time Blues...

Movin' Time Blues...

Put it here,
Throw it there,
Push it - pull it up the stairs,
Drenched in sweat,
No time for sleep,
To take your life it will constantly creep,
Move it, move it move it!

A change of address,
A change of state,
Relaxed to busy,
Resigned to fate,
Exhaustion's folly,
I'm not one spared,
These new digs now must be shared.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/31/2009

Perfect Afternoon...

Perfect Afternoon...

Seventy degrees,
Top-of-the-line cameroon cigar,
An even burn from light to finish,
Not even a lighter-flick between,
One mile per hour breeze.

The songs of birds and insects washing over fields mostly golden,
Weeping willows draped over a small creek,
Sunshine just peeking through a ceiling of grey the last fifteen minutes,
Golden fire that eases up to your feet,
Drifts by like an old friend coming home.

Sipping coffee slowly,
As first leaves of Fall drift down from huge old trees,
They swirl across a country road in circles,
Tickled by Summer's playful good-bye breath.

The Equinox celebrated by life's song,
I am in quiet reverence,
The air of home I breath in,
Last-of-the-season dandelions speckle still-green grass,
Watching clouds kiss the top of an ancient domeless grain silo,
Witnessed by the old barn with a mossy roof.

There is something sacred in moments like this,
Something in my blood and bones knows these lands intimately.

I am feeling close to my ghosts as the season passes,
Another year drifting towards the snows of closure,
I am in this current of time,
Fishing for the best moments,
Another landed in my poetry's net,
Set to live long and glorious,
Resplendant in the color of serenity,
Tinted by a hint of angst,
Poignant in forever's unending universe.

The prairie flowers are my silent witnesses.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 09/21/2009

(135th Street, Eaton Preserve, Plainfield, Illinois, USA)

Welsh Hills...

The evening is raw and fallen,
The chill bone-deep upon the wind.

The stones by the solemn blue seaside are wary and drab,
Laid in a place where hearts rage in wounded silence.

There is a cold and ancient magic there,
Amid the barrows and monoliths in the Welsh hills.

It makes people sing.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/18/2009

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Firefly Park...

Firefly Park...

The Moon full and glowing silver.
Stars and planets shine,
The Season is Summer warm and humid.

I read of art and think to paint again,
Breach all the colorless barriers that surround me,
False walls of wisdom so heartless.

The lords and ladies of lightning dance the skies tonight,
Flickering greenish yellow among grass and oak and maple,

Childhood friends I look to every season.

As the Spring blossoms wilt and fade,
I understand that we all long for more than our short season,
This being the root of all fears of change.

Could we glow season after season,
Chasing dreams of love amid dancing fireflies,
The rustle of grasses at our feet in the breeze.

Write and paint and play your music!

Never stop,
Except to witness the Fireflies dance.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 07/06/2009


Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

The Perfect Bowl Of Soup...

The Perfect Bowl Of Soup...

If I could take what's in your eyes,
Boil it down in a huge steaming pot,
Stir in what's in your heart,
Maybe a fresh onion,
Carrots and tears and smiles,
Celery and pain,
The scent of helpless joy,
And the taste of home,
Just a hint of future possibilities,
Ancient ways and traditions,
Youthful exuberance and chopped carrots,
Five drops of a dream come true...

The scent roiling up from the pot would leave me speechless,
The perfect bowl of soup.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 06/08/2009

Author's note:
I watched Ramen Girl tonight. Poets will get it easily.

Isla De Los Suenos Malos... (Island Of Bad dreams)

Isla De Los Suenos Malos... (Island Of Bad dreams)

Life on an island,
Late afternoon sun,
Dinner at a sidewalk cafe,
Latin dancing in the streets,
Mission architecture everywhere,
Colorful and beautiful,
A movie crew filming down the street.

High-wire dancing ladies,
Cameras up high on booms,
Rooflines only pictured,
"Psst - why only the roofs?"

"A movie on Global warming, they'll blue-screen the water."
"Won't that be a thousand years from now, that deep?"
"No, a hundred at most, if it keeps going like this."

Wandering home darkness falls,
A six-story apartment house with balconies,
Wide open walls at the ground level,
Looking West waves are coming chest high,
No winds only light warm breezes,
Waves right into the house and rising,
Soaked and shivering climbing stairs,
Fourth floor finally high enough,
Fitful sleep All manage.

Morning comes,
Waves lowered down to first floor now,
Far above the beach now sunken,
No storm - rising water,
Wading to where the beach should be,
Community trying to pile sand to block waves,
Struggling as water washes all away.

Back to the house,
Movie dancers in the air in crystal skirts in the distance,
Giant squid reaching into the house searching prey,
Dodge and walk upland to the air strip.

Small plane very high,
The Earth's curve below,
The land on the map shrunken and sinking in reality below,
Everywhere.

Alarm clock rings.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 05/27/2009

Author's note: My dream last night.

When Summer Comes...

When Summer Comes...  Sun shining brilliant of diamond clarity, On grasses and trees a sea of green, The Rock of my youth turned way up, Windows down on the highway and wind in my hair, Memories of Summer nights dancing noon 'til two, Walking home miles along the river  by starlight, Plastered and exhausted and impatient for another night, Raw motion emotion and music saturated, Wild and light on my feet as lightning, The river still runs there where the festival comes, The night clubs burned down or deserted, Memories of an era of incessant motion, When Rock County was the ruler of dance, Miles by scores and centuries in every golden direction.  AquarianM  By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 05/19/2009   Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe. Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls. Loving words can work miracles. .    

Dream Life...

Dream Life...

A course set in stardust,
Moonbeams and silver screens,
Paper wizards dying gasps,
Mental insulation encapsulated in desire,
Lust for status really is lust for better flesh,
An orchestration of psycho-science's black magic,
Played against instincts like Bach's piano,
Until no one knows reality from cotton clouds,
Sold dreams and living ignorant of nightmares.

It's so easy to lie on that sofa,
Exhausted from chronic lack of real life dreams.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
© 04/27/2009

Author's note:
The average working adult in the USA gets six hours per night of sleep, two of television, and very little non-corporate news. It's only with the advent of the internet that this is beginning to change.

Secret Whispers...

Secret Whispers...

It's in the heart.
To always wonder,
Why,
Am I here,
Will I die,
Or be remembered?

So we dance,
Whisper in a whirlwind,
Wondering.

AquarianM

By: Daniel A. Stafford
(C) 03/18/2009

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Finally I Can Post here Again!

I've been unable to post to this site since some changes my ISP made in mid-January. I just got that fixed today.

Things are a bit rough for me right now. I broke my ankle in three places shoveling snow in late February. I'm still looking at anoth 6 & 1/2 weeks on crutches with no weight bearing on my ankle. After that, it's only gradually adding weight.

I've been allowed to use vacation time to cover the last three weeks, plus one more. After that I'll have to go back to work while still on crutches for five weeks. I'll be on desk-only duty during that time.

It'll be some time in the fall before I get to go back to karate. That part is really hard.

I hope all of you are doing well and enjoying our early spring weather.

All the best,

Dan

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Quick Reply…

I'm looking around and seeing no modern day Jesus,
Just men with or without hearts,
Women their equal.
 
People still thinking they are above and outside the bonds of community,
Because they think they can play the system,
And those who see the necessity but can't find the object.
 
It's a world in whirling transition out there,
And hip waders will only get you so far,
Especially on TV or in print.
 
Walking around the edges stinks,
And being at the center is drowning in the dream-turned-nightmare.
 
It's time for another time,
Another paradigm,
And you just made me write a poem,
Without even thinking deep,
SuSanne.
 
In response to SuSanne's "Too Deep To Wade".
(http://thegoldenquill.yuku.com/topic/13911 <http://thegoldenquill.yuku.com/topic/13911> )
 
AquarianM
 
By: Daniel A. Stafford
©01/28/2009

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Got my astrology chart done 2day...

Got my astrology chart done 2day, GLOWING report from my astrologer. Should be a banner year. He actually said he doesn't ever remember doing a chart with so many beneficient aspects. Way cool.

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

I HATE grocery shopping.

Did I mention that I HATE grocery shopping? 1 or 2 bags, fine, but more than 5 sux.

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Beautiful Day In Plainfield

A Beautiful Day In Plainfield - sunny and 35, easy shoveling snow now softened. We went out for lunch, I had a small Greek salad, (no anchovies) chicken oreganato with broiled potatoes, and lemon water. The driveway is clean, I'm fed, and it's time for bed. I even got a little extra in at my Sax blog, 66 Sax. ( http://66sax.blogspot.com ) I hope all of you out there have a great day!

Thank you for reading,

Dan

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Set up Intergarden yesterday

I'm pretty happy I set up Intergarden yesterday. http://intergarden.ning.com -

Intergarden is a site devoted to hooking up people who have unused garden space but would love some free produce with those who have time but no space and need or want free produce.

Share the garden space and split the produce!

Community garden program run out of plots last year? Join and promote Intergarden!

Have community garden plots go unused last year? Join and promote Intergarden!

Have gardening knowledge you'd like to pass on to others for the future? Join and promote Intergarden! Write your tips in our discussion forums.

Intergarden is free to join. I don't make a dime off of it either, though Ning.com might through a few ads.

For me, it's all about helping people all over the world.

So Join and promote Intergarden. It's for all of you.

http://intergarden.ning.com

Dan Stafford


Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Looks like another...

Cold, sunny day. In-house chores 2day, maybe a flick 2nite. No cigar 4 3 weeks. Maybe that 2.

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Beautiful sunny 22

Sunshine on 22 +, delight in light, piles of snow brightly tall, glistening. Winter's pride in stark white.

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Tons & Tons of Blogger Templates For The Aspiring Blogomaniac:

Thx @alexkaris -Here you go, tips, tools, and above all, TEMPLATES: http://mashable.com/2009/01/16/blogger-toolbox/

Wow.

Dan

Woooooo-oooo!

#chicagosnow -18 degrees F when I left home @ 10:30 pm. Is my butt still there, or frozen off?

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Chicago Freezer

#chicagosnow - it is -15 deg. F in my driveway in Plainfield. Sunny @ 11:45am. Chicago freezer indeed.

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Updated Mom's memorial page

I just did multiple updates 2 Mom's memorial: http://rememberjudymom.blogspot.com

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.

Plainfield, IL Snow 01/14/2009

Snow is getting deep in Plainfield. #chicagosnow - youtube video posted at http://www.whizzyrds.com .

Fixed the snow thrower flat.

#chicagosnow - Fixed the snow thrower flat. Bearing greased bead seal, bike pump from there.

Words are the mind's bridge - its connection to all the universe.
Love is the heart's bridge - its connection to all other souls.
Loving words can work miracles.