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Sometimes, I just need to go for a bicycle ride, on my Schwinn Cruiser, around the Loop Road, Rainclouds or Sunshine. And sometimes, when Lifes circumstances prevents me, I do it anyway, with Windy thoughts peddling circles in my mind. I am D.M. Beebe . . . Born July 07, 1967 in Seattle, Wa. Sprouted one hour away, due North East, in the fertile Tualco Valley. I didnt really ever go too far away from the Valley, as I didn’t need to. As Life in Tualco Valley, seems to have always intrigued me. As I pay attention to the Valley, I do notice the slight changes every day. Throughout the 4 Seasons, within the Valleys full Spectrum, Rainbow array. When I watch, and when I pay attention, I develop many reasons. To have many thoughts about Life, throughout my Lifes Seasons. So I think about Life, and about Nature, and Plants and Animals, and Humans. And how it unfolds, within my mind, and my thoughts, and my insights. And so I write Story Poems of my Lifes experiences, and of my observations. And so I go forth, to reveal my conclusions, of my slightly insane perceptions. Thank You for reading my Poems . . . D.M. Beebe

Tuesday, August 12, 2014

August Full Moon -

The galactic solstice, with the eastern horizon full moonrise illumination,
Shines very brightly tonight, over this great bountiful frontier nation.
Another lifes quarter has gone by, seams to me like reason for celebration,
Bonfires are in order, glowing embers float and fly up, to the stellar heavens creation.


Nightime starry skies, sparks brighten, as they create a burning illuminescence,
The seasons cry, with every upward spiralling luminous spirit incandescense.
Thoughts of those that have traveled like comets already, towards the almighty presence,
When they get there, they will certainly know, as they are welcomed without hesistance.


For those of us left down here on Earth, with our worldly ambitions and asperations,
Time we have, to make time to reflect and understand, and concentrate upon our lifes devotions.
Family, friends, neighbors, people we know and care about, all of our loved ones,
Life offers us chances, to make it not anti-matter, with a big-bang cosmic impact, before we are done.


As the seasons go by, with gravitational pull, the galactic solstices mark the way,
Want it or not, they dont stop, the starry keepers of time, tomorrow, yesterday, and today.
They remind us all, with their stellar clock, of our limited lifespand, with which there is no resistance,
That our galaxy, like us all, must go supernova, a temporary magical biosphere of stardust existance.


D. Matthew Beebe

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