Category: My Poetry

• Magic Is Subtle *

  Magic Is Subtle This life is an elaborate hoax. In the end there is no saving grace. Robbed of one final act of defiance Save the manner and the hour Of my departure. It’s a projection, a holographic illusion Displayed on an earth-size screen. The illusion is not so obvious, Like a palmed coin Appearing…

  December 2, 2022

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• An Elaborate Hoax

  An Elaborate Hoax This life is an elaborate hoax Where in the end there is no saving grace. Robbed of one final act of defiance Save the manner and the hour Of my departure. It’s a projection, a holographic illusion Displayed on an earth-size stage. The illusion is not so obvious, Like a palmed coin…

  November 30, 2022

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• If I Could *

  If I Could If I could take you back again What would I give? The years of watching you go Were like slow relentless steps On the road to present ruin. No way to anticipate the path That lead us to this point Of cold indifference. Hand-in-hand we set out On a voyage paved with…

  November 26, 2022

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• Farewell *

  This does not signify anything nor foretell any imminent event. But when the time comes, I wanted to be able to conduct some aspects of the inevitable proceedings. Therefore, I submit this for the lucky one who is asked to say a few words. My Farewell (Eulogy) To my family and friends, Do not be…

  November 24, 2022

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• Reading To Children *

  Reading To Children Suspend all disbelief Cast off your cap of cynicism and cloak of doubt Clear the mist before your eyes Listen to laughter on the air Learn these lessons anew Such sights never existed before this moment Never to come this way again They slip like sand from cupped hands Up-turned faces with…

  November 24, 2022

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• When Trees Were Real *

  When Trees Were Real Once upon a time When Yuletide trees were real Dragged scented and dripping Through doorways too narrow And placed in rooms too low-ceilinged To accommodate both tallest branches And a star. Boxes of birdnest lights And broken ornaments Too much loved to cast away Spilled from closets, attics and garages. Tinsel,…

  November 23, 2022

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• Stone Upon Stone *

  Stone Upon Stone Striving, ever reaching to make that spiritual leap. From earthly clay to heavenly heights. With these simple tools of words: A task, a challenge, a goal That seems forever beyond reach. I want to paint. I want to sculpt. I want to sing. I weep in frustration. Piling stone upon stone, Note…

  November 22, 2022

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• Guilt *

  Guilt I feel a sense of responsibility for every disaster. What did I do to cause it? What did I not do to cause it? What could I have done to prevent it? What did I not do to prevent it? Every calamity comes with a burden of guilt. That’s just the way things are,…

  November 21, 2022

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• Dream Time *

  Dream Time Sometimes when I dream I become ungrounded, set adrift On a Picasso landscape That seems uncommonly normal. Dreams are grand adventures, Mystery tours to faintly familiar landscapes By unfamiliar means. Dreams are like that. I remember in stiletto-etched detail The day I became lost at the age of four In a foreign land…

  November 16, 2022

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• Spied A Mouse

  Linda Spied A Mouse From out the corner of her eye, Linda, a tiny shape did spy. Our laundry room was the scene The site of much neglect has been. Against this siege a barricade arose And orders to this threat dispose. How this threat came to be? The fault lay clearly with me. Dealing…

  November 11, 2022

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