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[6-16-2009 Update Insert: Most of what is in this space is now moot. I found out what I was doing wrong and have reinstated Archives and Labels searches. They do work. However, in certain cases you may prefer Labels to Archives. Example: 1976 Today begins in November of 2006 and concludes in December of 2006, but there are other related posts in other months. Note: Labels only shows 20 posts at a time. There are 21 hubs, making 21 (which is for 1976 Today) an older hub.] ********************************* to my online poems and song lyrics using Archives. Use hubs for finding archival locations but do not link through them. Originally an AOL Journal, where the archive system was nothing like the system here, this blog was migrated from there to here in October of 2008. Today (Memorial/Veteran's Day, May 25, 2009) I discovered a glitch when trying to use a Blogger archive. Now, it may be template-related, but I am unable to return to S M or to the dashboard once I am in the Archives. Therefore, I've decided on this approach: a month-by-month post guide. The sw you see in the codes here stood for Salchert's Weblog when I began it in November of 2006. It later became Sprintedon Hollow. AOL provided what were called entry numbers, but they weren't consistent, and they didn't begin at the first cardinal number. That is why the numbers after "sw" came to be part of a post's code. ************** Here then is the month-by-month post guide: *2006* November: 00001 through 00046 - December: 00047 through 00056 -- *2007* January: 00057 through 00137 - February: 00138 through 00241 - March: 00242 through 00295 - April: 00296 through 00356 - May: 00357 through 00437 - June: 00438 through 00527 - July: 00528 though 00550 - August: 00551 through 00610 - September: 00611 through 00625 - October: 00626 through 00657 - November: 00658 through 00729 - December: 00730 through 00762 -- *2008* January: 00763 through 00791 - February: 00792 through 00826 - March: 00827 through 00849 - April: 00850 through 00872 - May: 00873 through 00907 - June: 00908 through 00931 - July: 00932 through 00955 - August: 00956 through 00993 - September 00994 through 01005 - October: 01006 through 01007 - November: 01008 through 01011 - December: 01012 through 01014 -- *2009* January: 01015 through 01021 - February: 01022 through 01028 - March: 01029 through 01033 - April: 01034 through 01036 - May: 01037 through 01044 - ******************************************************* 1976 Today: 2006/11 and 2006/12 -- Rooted Sky 2007: 2007/01/00063rsc -- Postures 2007: 2007/01/sw00137pc -- Sets: 2007/02/sw00215sgc -- Venturings: 2007/03/00216vc -- The Undulant Trees: 2007/03/00266utc -- This Day's Poem: 2007/03/00267tdpc -- Autobio: 2007/04/sw00316ac -- Fond du Lac: 2007/04/00339fdl -- Justan Tamarind: 2007/05/sw00366jtc -- Prayers in December: 2007/05/sw00393pindc -- June 2007: 2007/06/sw00440junec -- Seminary: 2007/07/sw00533semc -- Scatterings: 2008/08/00958sc ** Song Lyrics: 2008/02/sw00797slc ********** 2009-06-02: Have set S M to show 200 posts per page. Unfortunately, you will need to scroll to nearly the bottom of a page to get to the next older/newer page.


Friday, November 2, 2007


First Verses The Gush of Spring (for sound effects, fun, and beatniks) In joy I walk along; I sing a happy song, For nature's mellow gong Is rightly ringing long. The mattresses of frost Beyond the wall of land With mighty force are tossed, Where oceans spanned By glassy waves That ever break Against the wall And shattered, fall On miles of sandy graves From whence they never wake. The hoary mattresses That now are gone Allow the messes Of sleeping spring To twang e'er lang The song they sang On last year's lawn. Oh happy, bouncing spring, Freed from winter's bed, No longer are you dead! You do not sleep, But rather bring The slamming dawn To scare the hare And flare the bear And move the heavy air As one would move a chair Across the floor Or drop the music score. In joy I amble on My oily way And run this marathon Each turn of day. The vernal rush Is always heard In softly spoken word, A lullaby so hush That never did The Scotch So sweetly notch The word and song That lies not hid Beneath old winter's dark, Beneath its eerie bark, Beneath its cold, Beneath its scraping wind, Beneath its charging bold; Beneath its face of stone That drops quite wrong On those who sinned. And yet the room, Where spring is now exposed And winter's sheets are torn, Does find me there, forlorn, As all around the gloom Of night's shades fallen Cause the gush of spring To be deposed As would a reigning king Who grew with such quick speed So as to suffer need Of that which would make clear This messy time of year When all is like A can of beer Gurgled and thrown away At noon of day And life is far and near With footsteps heard, The song of bird, The beat of drums, The deaths of bums, The whistle of a train, The sound of plane, The mush and gush, And all such like. - Brian A. J. Salchert

1 comment:

inafrnz247 said...

How beautiful!  I found your journal in the AOL blogs link..  Somehow, your sn seems familiar.  I enjoy your writing ~ I'm already looking forward to that first walk in spring...

Thanks for sharing!