Category: My Poetry
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Janus
Janus Look how young we were, So confidently flamboyant In our beads and feathers And coloured glasses, Impossible visions in our heads And a world of temptation in easy reach. An exotic table spread with promise And extravagant confidence Lay before us, A cornucopia of delight and danger. Gleefully destroying our ears While feasting…
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Hazelton Summer
Hazelton Summer Wandering through the pathways of Hazelton, Late at night when the crowds have thinned And all the nine-to-five-ers are safely home, We walked hand-in-hand Walking as one, A moving embrace that only we could see. We tasted the all heady flavours of Yorkville, Drew in the scent, felt the exotic lure Of…
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Come Walk With Me
Come Walk With Me As the world measures such things, It will be a very short walk As I near that final step. I have stumbled down darkened trails Lined with dangerous things. I’ve succumbed to many of them, Embraced them with loving arms Knowing they were doing me great harm. I was invincible in…
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The Mirror’s Face
The Mirror’s Face I have lived so long Without a mirror to see my face. No reflection of the tears on my cheek Nor the softened brow and smile That comes from communion with my heart. I have not recognized myself until now. I was a stranger, wandering alone Without even my reflection for company.…
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Joyce
Joyce The gentleman opposite rose to leave. Doors slid open. He glanced my way. His look was puzzled but inquiring, One eyebrow cocked In a curious question mark that said “Reading Joyce on the subway?” I looked up from the page And told him I was reading it again After many years. He seemed impressed.…
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Lines
Lines How many lines have I crossed, How many boundaries have I dared, How many fates have I challenged, How many souls have I maligned, All unknowing and innocent? A reckoning is due. One step. Two steps. Dare I risk another? Past follies and foolishnesses Have left their mark And weigh in with their reply:…
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The Greater Magician
The Greater Magician Who is the greater magician, God or Darwin? God, now that his work is done, Seems impotent to affect The world that He created, No amount of adoration Can influence or answer prayer, Or move a mountain, Or make good on all his visions And promises. God is on sabbatical, Gone…
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Unconscionable
Unconscionable I have done many unconscionable things through my actions, but not by my intent. I’ve seen too many principals crushed, Inconsequentially tossed aside, And my reserves are growing thin. These things I regret. But regret does not bestow expiation. Now is the time of my reckoning And a proper act of contrition: The reason…
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Detroit
Detroit A bent and broken figure. Nothing but an aging hippy Haunted by images of peace, love and kumbya, Still seeking mystic Shambhala Only to discover the rusted hulk of Detroit, Sitting up on blocks, dripping oil. All the while asking why and how? So much. Too much. Such promise. Our parents asked the same…
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Who Are You?
Who Are You? Do you come bearing the cross or the caduceus? Have you come to redeem souls or minister to the sick? Saint Paul or Mother Theresa? It’s fortunate that my physical care Was not urgent. My emotional state is in peril, To say the least And requires immediate attention. I would do…
Palimpsest 