Category: My Work
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Value
Value What is the value of my presence? My worth declines with every passing year As skills and talents slip away With an outgoing tide that never returns. I am shrunk into a desiccated shell Until I am left, a rolled-up ball on the floor Propelled forever by a dung beetle Walking backward to go forward.…
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My Walking Stick
My Walking Stick It’s a simple walking stick, A branch from a tree That once grew in a forest Between a cricket-infested field And a beribboned railroad track. And in time, it fashioned itself Especially for me. I saw in that forlorn and broken branch The potential to become a thing Both elegant and…
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Parallels
Parallels A wild-eyed Rasputin-like figure, Hair and beard in stringy strands Clad in robes that shouted charlatan. He conjured more than smoke and potions. He stole the minds of troubled souls And those who sought miracles In troubled times. History may be circling back on itself. The orange ogre is Tsar Nicholas His companion, his…
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Value
VALUE What is the value of my presence? My worth declines with every passing year As skills and talents slip away With an outgoing tide that never returns. I am condensed into a sort of desiccated essence Until I am left a rolled-up ball on the floor Propelled forever by a dung beetle Walking backward…
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Seems Like Magic
Seems Like Magic I think to myself, “Gee, that sounds like a neat phrase. Maybe I can use it later.” What to do? I’ve often wondered how a Priest, Minister, Rabbi or Imam Comes up with a new sermon/subject Every Saturday/Sunday. A preacher friend once confessed That he keeps a few sermons In his back…
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Turned Away
Turned Away I might have turned away, Turned my face to other things That caught my fancy more than you. I might have gone about my day In perfect, peaceful ignorance Of what you held in store And spared myself the grief Of losing you. With honey’d words and nectar’d kisses You called and I,…
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Regret
Regret So many phrases fade into obscurity Remembered for nothing Save that any one of them Might have brought me fame Had I caught it, Might have bestowed fortune Had I remembered it, It might have granted me immortality Had I recognized it, Hell, it might have even been sublime Had I understood it. I…
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Cowering Late At Night
Cowering Late At Night So many dreams dissolve Leaving the empty spaces Of hollowed-out souls And gutted lives. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. We were promised rain-bowed skies And seas like sheets of glass, Fertile soil and gentle breezes, Fruit to pluck from tree and vine And all things under our dominion. Go…
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Sailed
Sailed The horizon is so wide, Wider than I could ever have imagined Stretching from fingertip to fingertip With arms outstretched And so many ships have Dared the dragons Then sailed over the edge. I cannot catch them all. I tried but I failed. Now, those that lie within my reach Serve only to recall…
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Chemistry
Chemistry Running for the shelter Of your mother’s little helper Is my shelter any different than yours? I lean on chemistry and good intentions To see me through my day. They are co-dependent, Equal in status And serve a similar purpose. Chemistry is the grease That smooths the edges That allows for growth Of good…
Palimpsest 