DELIA QUIGLEY
-BOOKS AS ART~ART TO INSPIRE-
Category: poetry
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March 1, 2020 Bad news arrives in a text message My beloved uncle Ed has left his body His was a good life though not without Trials and tribulations a long life entails He adored my father, his hero in life When death took their father, my dad Stepped in at seven to go out…
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Tampa I leave for forty years and return To find you’ve grown wide, long and leggy Cars speed by Daytona 500 fast, dangerous Streets, sidewalks, malls, everywhere crowds People from all parts of America here Come to see the Bucs, the Rays, the Bolts To be part of this first championship season But the bulldozers…
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It is long past the time of Christ Long past the days of Buddha and Mohammed Great teachers come to save us all. Long past the age of innocence Before technology taught us too much Changed our world and our perception of this world. Those were the days when First Nature reigned supreme The days…
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Part 4 You got your feet wet publishing with BookBaby and CreateSpace. So why change horses in mid-stream? First of all, I love that expression. I use it often to temper my impulsive nature when new technology tempts me with updates. Things can get lost; time wasted learning new programs, you know what I mean.…
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Lifting The Veil ~ Human Nature is about all the wonderful drama and messy bits that make us human. It is a unique work of art created by writer and Photo Artist, Delia Quigley. With songs, poems, and stories, Quigley takes you on a journey from 1968 to the present. Delia’s photo art highlights her…
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I was ten, almost eleven Free as a young bird I walked down alleyways alone Rode motorcycle samlors racing my brothers home My father was the Chief of Staff, US Army JUSMAG It was 1961 Bangkok, Thailand A child’s Disney world I remember water canals Gekkos Water snakes Buffaloes Talking mynah birds Leaping off roofs…
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I am in the midst of moving my possessions once again It all happened suddenly, unexpected, a complete surprise One day I was contemplating new plantings for the garden And the next I was contemplating suicide as an alternative Then Kate Spade and Anthony Bourdain settled the question If you have achieved everything, and still…
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In the city of darkness There are those who weep Those who sing love songs Piercing cries to God for mercy In the suburbs at dusk Lives with shattered dreams Eat gourmet dog food Off of silver dishes All along the lanes To the end of the circles Lights are springing on Another day’s gone…
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The people are tired Their bodies strain under weight loaded with sugar and white bread The pain of living is dulled by medications legal, mostly illegal Life holds little meaning pleasure and pain only Churches have closed All denominations shuttered Entitled children wander across the internet looking for a sign of god We turn to…
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The creative process is to me the eight limbs of yoga practice. Even the breath is essential …prana….life. I prepare my body with asana, then connecting to the breath I slowly begin to distill and concentrate my senses: sight, sound, touch, taste, smell, so I am awake, intensely alert in the moment. My concentration is…
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Mandala’s can tell your story I know I was once a reader of mandala’s At my retreats I would have women color mandalas To pass the time Calm the body-mind Sit together in quiet conversation I would lay out books filled with mandalas And ask them to choose a design One that called to them…
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DELIA QUIGLEY 