Category: My Poetry
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Magic of a Sort
Magic of a Sort Magic and spiritualism are conjoined. I do believe in magic of a sort, The sort that delights, Offering glimpses of something more. Abra-ca-Dabra, Let me show you the way. I’ll lift the curtain and shine a light. That is what I have been put here to do. Something transcendent. I…
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A Day In My Life
A Day In My Life There is one who tends to wander And seems to be raving at ghosts. There is another who struggles With complex sentences. A third seems to puke at odd times, Otherwise, he is mute. And then there is me. Groucho, Chico, Harpo & Zeppo. Curly, Larry, Moe & Shemp. The…
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Home
Home Raindrops, born of sea and sun Fall to their watery home Of waving, welcoming arms To begin the journey again. Little wonder that people Pray to heaven for rain.
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Because
Because Too many “Why’s” And not enough “Because’s” “Because” is not a “Reason”, Merely a weak “Excuse”. My life suffers from a dearth of “Reasons”, Yet the “Why’s” continue unabated. Each “Why’” begets another “Why” And I refuse to accept “Because” For an “Answer”. A tsunami of “Why’s” approaches And I grow “Fearful” Just “Because”…
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Coracle
Coracle Downriver, Nearing the sea and thrashing tumult, The Great Undoing of all the structures That kept me afloat Are set to fail. I foresee the danger. My purposes uncertain, My compass awry. Currents and eddies have conspired To whirlpool each dizzying step And threaten to drown me In a vortex. My destination grows unclear…
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A Traveller
A Traveller Let me travel this road with dignity And reach my destination intact. Bruised? Battered? Scarred? I wear the marks of a traveller Who wandered from the path, But not so far that I could not return. There are wounds I cannot identify And pains arise unbidden. Scars appear from battles fought Whose cause…
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The Poet & The Teacup
The Poet & The Teacup Poems & Poets Crash! Most passersby see a broken teacup, Broken at least in the eyes of the world. Others pass it by Aware only of its broken-ness And it’s useless-ness. A poet sees it as it was In all its Delft-like glory And tries to mend this broken teacup,…
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Pity the Poet
Pity the Poet All I have are words and wit To ply my trade. A painter toils with canvas and colour, The sculptor has chisel and hammer, A musician has instrument and voice, And all I have are words. Just words. I must make each one work In harmony with its neighbour And wring from…
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The Centre
The Centre I cannot find the centre. With no center I lose my way. A compass may point this way or that But lacking a centre It floats on a sea of stars Where it might point this way or that. Lacking a centre, A compass is little more Than an arrow shaken loose From…
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An Empty Challenge
An Empty Challenge Here! Right now! This instant! Have I made myself clear? You are commanded to make yourself known! Don’t slink and slither into dark places Or wrap yourself in finery and dare the crowd To mock such royalty! Declare yourself! Where do such empty challenges arise And make their way Almost to…
Palimpsest 