Category: My Poetry
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How Can It Be So?
How Can It Be So? How can I be both blessed and cursed With this pressing need to express myself? Do others take the time to to look about Questioning the imponderable โWhy or Howโ Of simple things and complex things And things for which there is no reasonable Excuse for them to be? It…
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How Can It Be So?
How Can It Be So? * How can I be both blessed and cursed With this pressing need to express myself? Do others take the time to to look about Questioning the imponderable โWhy or Howโ Of simple things and complex things And things for which there is no reasonable Excuse for them to be?…
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Six Jays
Six Jays In Our Tree Conversing in their squawky language. They linger here on their journey From North to south and back again, Against a sunny sky of Spring or Autumn. Harbingers of the changing seasons. They pause here as they make their way I delight to see them flashing blue on blue To moderate…
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Mongrel – First Contact
Mongrel – First Contact As ragged and dirty as the day is long Four legs and a crooked tail And a look bespeaking many beatings. The smell is musty, the fur is matted. No collar, no tags, a mongrel for sure. The head is down and tail between the legs But no teeth laid bare…
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Mongrel – First Contact
FELLA As ragged and dirty as the day is long Four legs and a crooked tail And a look bespeaking many beatings. His smell is musty, the fur is matted. No collar, no tags, a mongrel for sure. The head is down and tail between the legs But no teeth laid bare in fearsome warning.…
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Casting
Casting To cast aspersions, Is the first step down the sinful slope of pride. To believe that I am less, or you are more Focuses on perceived, unjust inadequacies. To cast doubt, Floods the landscape with uncertainties. It leads to wasteful tail-chasing of what-ifs And contributes nothing to the task at hand. To cast division,…
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Will I Be
Will I Be? Will I be forever curious Desiring to see landscapes beyond the horizon? Often I am content with the view at hand, Taking pleasure in things within reach, Delighting in the common place. Will I be forever content At peace with myself and the world? There are no turmoils raging within, No storms…
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Pipe Dreams
Pipe Dreams Slow pulses beat behind my eyes Rising, ever rising At first slowly, then faster and faster Through tattered clouds and swirling smoke Skyward-bound with visions in my eyes Of Nymphs and Dryads beckoning Voices ringing like silver bells Eyes that dance and hair of burnished gold This is not the clay of earthly…
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This Must Stop
This Must Stop Horror upon horror. The inconceivable evil that stalks this land. How can we understand a mindset that allows The spread of weapons in the hands of madmen And children?
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Quicksand
Quicksand So innocent, no warning given A surface so level and alluring An easy path through briars and bracken To weary feet the way seems to beckon. A long and tiresome journey Wishing greener hills to see Setting out with a compass so true A clear trail below the sky above so blue. With steady…
Palimpsest 