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Faithful Shadow

I saw a death shadow in the eyes of my infancy
a soft mercy with calm blue fancy,
in childhood, when free will asserted it's wild supremacy
we sang of star charriots and laughter loyal to hyperactivity,
I see a death shadow in the prime of my ascendancy
outlining my temple of truth, whistling thy words of wizardry, 

I hear It like the madness of morning's ending,
I taste It as if from the burning breast milk of a Dragoness,
I see It in the bleeding smile of my heart's kindness,
I speak to It when love's luster unlocks the lunacy of loneliness,
I feel the humble shade of It's jade justice in a world hot and hustling,

My death shadow has a surface sweet with patient purpose,
It is not rough with forboding frost that frights the fight of flesh,
rattling the scythe of doom and cackling for cataleptic crisis it does not,
It is not a grim God or a greedy Goddess, no taxing terror trumpeted,
It has never been an angel of escape or a demon of dour delirium, 
when suffering becomes a seduction of brute beauty I share in it's wise joy,
my death shadow follows the desperate yet disciplined form of my body battle
through life's plethora of coy poisons and possessive passions,
marching along side me with martial grace, sculpting my face with lion spirit -

J.A.B.


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the cake you showed me

Happy Birthday April
where ever you are
somewhere up in heaven
flying amongst the stars

Today I'll buy that cake
that you said was your favorite
and somehow celebrate
what we meant to God

I wish you could see
the smile on my face
somewhere in heaven 
I'm sure it's someplace

And what ever gifts
they give in Heaven
in our case
lets hope that I have one

But always know
that in my heart
I would have given
you the world

God showed me the one
and you, you were that girl
but the price I needed to pay for you
was totally out of this world

So today I give you freedom
from my hating that you left
take every bit of heaven
I have no more regrets


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A Heart Song

A heart hath no boundaries,
It sees no fault, it does not fear.
It walks a narrow path alone,
Meeting sorrows along the way.
A path full of strife,
Yet it tarries along the path,
Till it reaches the place 
Of absolute eternity.


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Adversity of Scarcity

Besieged by scarcity, they have fallen,
fallen into adversity 
— the adversity of scarcity

The rain falls, but their seeds grow not 
There is plenty, but their belly is empty
They are the fallen, down by adversity 
— the adversity of scarcity

Plenty to go around, yet they get not a morsel
They are muzzled, for they have no muscle

To get a bite, they've got to chip in for the tart
But, they have to take a hike, for they can't get 
astride; they've fallen, into adversity,
all because of scarcity 
— the adversity of scarcity

They have lost steam, so they are short on esteem
They get not, if they've got not, so they get none;
that's the law, the law of neediness

To get about, they need a clout, but no crowd about, 
for they are not the “in crowd” 
They're down, so they're left out, kept out of the crowd

Now they're without, and do without, 
all because of adversity  
— the adversity of scarcity


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In Memoriam (Che Guevara)

                            I
I woke up this morning with tears in my eyes,
your face was in the morning paper;
they shot you dead like a dog,
hunted you out all day and night.

                            II
They said you'd always been a bad seed
and youths were dying because of you;
they said you're a criminal on the run
with a dirty face and shaggy head.

                    (Refrain)
But I know you better than they do,
you preached love to all the people;
you fought for them, young and old,
you lit up their nights with your heart.

                            III
And now as I see you lying dead,
it seems my dreams have vanished as well;
they can call you names, any names they want,
but I know there's only one like you, 
there's only one like you, 
there's only one Che Guevara.
              (Repeat Refrain)
                
You lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart,
you lit up their nights with your heart.



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An Ode To My Beloved

I just wanted to let you know
That I have this love for you...
Although I'm not fast to show
For you, there's nothing I wouldn't do
And I can't control this love
No matter what I try to do...

While I know our lives are separating
Which has got me pretty blue
I just want you to know
How much I love you...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

Oh how I still see you every night in my mind
You're the best girl I feel I'll ever find
And when my eyes would fall upon your smile
My heart would be put on trial
And so if nothing else, I want to let you know
That I'll always love you, that my hearts beat
For you, won't ever slow...

Because I was blinded by shyness
And now my heart's feeling rugged
So this here's An Ode To My Beloved 

So I wish you happiness beyond compare
And sorry for the times I couldn't help but stare
Caring, passionate, smart, and loving
From my heart, to you, I'll never be shoving

You will always be in my heart
No matter where we go, how far we drift apart...

Goodbye My Love...


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Whispers Of The Stars

In the darkest hour, Of the coldest night When the Heavens deign To open wide And e’en Angels Take startled flight Form eerie sounds And silvered light The Cosmos converses In Cosmic verses and is Softly scriptured, the melodies The stanzas…the bars In the gelid Winter’s night… And would’st one lend a careful ear, Perhaps the Gods… would grant him hear …The whispers of the stars…


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Crook

You stole my laughter and hid it well under layers of concrete

I used a jackhammer to release them and with care

Moses was our traffic cop and we floated in opposites

Our love was stricken and the wind blew us like lonely chimes

I was your orphan taken back as a suit that won't fit

I am not a fool but was

How dos it feel on your tower

Can you see me and my clear eyes

The laughter has come back to visit

Sometimes I ride it as the sea we loved

But Moses wags his finger at me and I am reminded


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Fun-Frosted Memories

Dee’s father bought a fancy, family sled 
to her amusement and joy
He shocked the town pulling this sled around
With his good, shiny Model T Ford

Memories run through Dee’s mind
At the family hardware store,
she would climb the latter up to the loft
and sit inside the sled stored there,
reflecting on cool-warmed times-
a father’s smile…a heart sublime

-For my Grandma Dee
May 30, 2014


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the nature of success

The Nature of Success. 

On an old tank ship that was so slow it felt as
we were suspended in time, a world shrunk 
only us the ocean and the rhythmic hear beat 
of the engine… and when the ship birthed, at 
some god forsaken refinery, we felt overcome 
by shyness seeing so many strange faces. 

It was on a ship like this I met the third officer
a young man with literary ambitions, and he
succeeded on Norway´s modest literary tree. 
Often interviewed, asked awkward questions 
about writing and why he writes like it should 
be a hidden formula.

I´m glad for his triumph, yet there is a sting in
my heart, not of rancor, but of sadness…never 
having received the clarion call of acceptance.
Collections after collections have been rejected.
I feel as I have been suspended in a fool´s time,
only the sea and me and the shore is far away. 


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Untitled #237 / Or

Or is he heartless?


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Musings of Mother

"I shall be telling this with a sigh" Robert Frost My thoughts they roil like waters dark in the abyss of blackest night with memories of mother’s book marks of Longfellow read by lamp light. She called in the room around me the patter of other small feet, her gentle voice fetched angels Oh, rhymes how they astounded me like lullabies soft and so sweet. All fearsome shadows, she’d dispel Maxine, my queen read Tennyson and the Charge of the Light Brigade a little girl dreamt of caissons roll and thunderous cannonades. To be so brave the small child mused mother’s small, precious, heroine what would it take to stand so strong without father, and not confused What words where the linchpin to right mother’s tell tale wrong. Such sad inspiration*.. mother but a champion you were born. You’re adored before all others yet, tears bring memories forlorn. So, dreams stream on of Mother Goose three kittens and their mittens. My visions of your fleeting smile return almost every night, and your spirit comforts, lightens sights, if only for a little while.


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Waking up is Dangerous Business

Waking up is dangerous business. 
Killing time, wash the dishes. 
Open the bottle, swallow silence, 
Brainwash the kids, quell defiance. 

Or maybe it’s just me. 
Or maybe it’s just me. 

Break them down, impose the dogmatic
Walk away, consider it emphatic. 
Instill false virtues, pass the world into the hands of the meek. 
Destroy opposition, leave the whole world weak. 

Or maybe it’s just me. 
Or maybe it’s just me. 

Waking up is dangerous business. 
Contemplative kids end up in ditches
Passive aggressive logical corruption
Chop the garbage fine, for easy consumption

Or maybe it’s just me.
Maybe it’s just me..


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Ode to the Rain



Rain drops pounding upon my window pane,
Oh joy! Not the foreboding sound of gloom. 
The sun blotted from the sky by gray rain
bringing harmony and flowering blooms. 
I hear the distant sky's waning thunder. 
The catharsis of mother earth's womb shares 
the joys of rebirth in the winds chorus
with the sound of wonder.
In the warmth of my home, my soul declares;
the rain has come to relieve me from stress.

Shall I take a sweet nap or lose control?
In my flannel pajamas, I delight 
in quiet time alone, feeding my soul.
First, sleep with dreams, love caressed in starlight. 
Hand-in-hand, a stroll under silver moon. 
Awakened by a gentle kiss to spark
feelings stolen by my mundane routines.
With flower petals strewn,
moistened blooms beckon me out to the park 
to skip and splash like a child in blue jeans.

Rain still pours from the sky as I reach home
for a matinee, Singin' in the Rain.
Cozy with hot tea, no more need to roam.
Warm, content feelings, I cannot contain.
Gene Kelly inspires me to leave my bed
dancing through my house with full abandon. 
Music plays loudly, I'm liberated.
A gray day turns bright red.
As I dance, ducks splash outside on my lawn.
My tired body feels rejuvenated    


By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders
for An Ode to Small Comforts on a Rainy Afternoon contest (Cyndi MacMillan)


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I'm Just Me

Some say I'm arrogant, the rest say I'm cocky,
But the funniest thing is that no one said it right to me,
They talk behind my back like it has at least one ear,
And as soon as I turn around they all disappear,
Its just my confidence, is there something wrong,
Well if yes the wrongs make me very strong,
I'm just being me, impersonating myself,
Too bad you can't be me, the copier is high on the top shelf,
I’m high on my pedestal, high on my own stool,
Looking down at you all, you all my students welcome to my school,
To be like me you have to keep a straight A average,
Doing extra credit just to get some leverage,
I isolate myself from all you fake people,
Solitary confinement, as I strengthen and you weaken,
All you want to be is fly with some huge swag,
Where's my fly swatter? Oh its right here in my bag,
Just sit and watch as I SWAT all you flies,
Special Weapons And Tactics, then everyone dies,
They say only monkeys are cute, then call me the ape,
Roaming through the jungle to find my female primate,
As I look in my palm, there I see the world,
Then I scan through it all to find the perfect girl,
I search the globe to find her, I wasted my time,
When there she was under my nose, now she's mine,
She's at my level, and we all know that's far,
And I'll search the world again to find you, where ever you are......


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Ode to A Healthy Prisoner

Just breathe in the clarity
Clarity of the whole
Whole or negativity
Negativity eating your soul

Head for tomorrow
Tomorrow always waits
Waits for enlightenment
Enlightenment heals mistakes

You are where you’ve put yourself
Your “SELF” now reminds you of shame
Shame brought on by acting out thoughts
Thoughts a conscious shouldn't retain

Give yourself an apology
An Apology you deserve to have
Have some faith in your timing
Timing bleeds wisdom in man 

Bless your self and live righteous
Righteous spirits rise above 
Above all if you are kind
Kind souls conquer hate with love

Poetry brings torment to a halt
Halt all your never-ending thoughts
Thoughts are forbidden evil hiding
Hiding light inside divine spots

So please write down your own deep thoughts
Thoughts penned will conquer your inside trap
Trap your life up in your cell  all alone
Alone you shall stay smelling your crap~



please don't be offended by the last line~ 
I felt it was necessary to get my point across~


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An Ode To Youth


I remember when I was young and fair
Slim long legs and soft black hair
My winsome smile and dark green eyes
Caused many a suitor to agonize
When turned away…rejected….forlorn
Wishing he had never been born!
I was always the Queen at any ball
Captivating one and all!

But youth is fleeting…beauty a sham
Just a façade…not who I am
The years fly by…beauty fades
Gone are suitors and accolades
Long in the tooth now…wrinkles persist
This is the world in which I exist
Winter is here…my Springs have flown
I sit here lonely and on my own

In life’s twilight before the sun has set
My thoughts turn to youth and the little coquette
I used to be when youth was King
Anticipating what each day would bring
Dark hair flowing… dancing the night away
Thinking life would always be that way
Oh bird of youth…I miss your song
But in the hush at evensong
I sense that I can hear it still
And in my heart…I always will!

Copyright2011 Beatrice Boyle
(All rights reserved)


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Why Did I

A few days past, at a stop sign
Eager to hit the road,
Waiting at the back of the line
And obligated to return by nine.
To my hypocrisy, this is an ode.

See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
Though I’ve done something I regret.

For, as I pulled up to the street
I was approached by another,
Who wore no shoes upon his feet
I thought a thought of pure conceit,
How could I call you, brother?

He raised a soiled hand to wave
His weary eyes found mine
If I’d had cash I might’ve gave
But sit and talk, I wouldn’t brave.
Certainly, he’d be fine.

See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
So how did I forget?

I hit the gas and sped away
And watched in the rear-view
Why I did it, I can’t convey
And in the mirror he faded away
A scene I’ll ever rue.

If anything within my mind
His form is amplified
Hauntingly, the thing I find,
within guilt’s prison, now confined
I nurse remorse unsatisfied.

See, I hope for a world of giving
Where needs are always met
Where sins can find forgiving
And all are peacefully living
So why did I forget?
Why did I forget?

4/20/15


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Janitors Broom

the janitors' broom,
it sweeps every room,
under each desk,
cleaning up the mess,
it never complains,
leaving a clean environment for our brains,
this broom is on a mission,
without recognition...


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Untitled #43 / Centripetal force

Centripetal force of a
whirling waterbottle, captured in it
the tornado of our youth
and reflecting a goofy smile.
Dare you say centrifugal?
Dare you graze the edge of a sharpened sword?


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Silent Night Sky

Oh how can one capture 
Your beauty on paper
Without you evaporating
Off as it is your nature

The stars are your jewels
The moon is your crest
Everyone drools
As if blessed

Your silence is serenity
That whisper to my thoughts
An overwhelming beauty
That ties my stomach up in knots

How humble I am sound
A beauty incomparable
With a radiance so profound
Your absence is unbearable


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A DRINK IN THE MORNING

Coffee in a cup, makes a cup of coffee;
just as an aroma from within, makes the air,

smell of flowers in the spring

...blossoms,
blooms,

time,

...a sweet thing, like sugar cane is to the tasting,
and the tasting is to stirring the dream,
flavor,

making flavored coffee
soul,

a drink in the morning.


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Untitled #209 / Nancy Wilson #1

Nancy Wilson!
How could I have forgotten you!
Because you’re the little sister!
Because you’re so down to earth!


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Ode to Endometriosis

Strong, like kingdom walls,
stacks of sandbags, swamps of quicksand,
or barricades of filigreed barbed wire.
It holds me inside.

I can see myself in eleven years.
Perched on sterile metal instead of 
mountains of handmade quilts,
or nests of woven moss.

It will have turned love-making and child-bearing
from an art to a science,
and I will paint pictures 
of how being a woman is supposed to feel.


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Untitled #206 / Icee

Mmm, Icee
it’s so
icy
so icy


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Ode To the irresponsible

To the irresponsible

In the eve of dawn
When the cricket advices the listeners
The moon and the stars sit
Performing their duties and enjoying their rights

The blowing breeze freezes her
In spite of her matrimonial statues
Her dreams full of horror
That of a woman smooching hers

At times when the door cracks, open
The water has ran down the drain
The tap laid bay
Like a ship at anchor

Even when they said their prayers
She bemused at his Amen
Does he hear the both?
Receives both their thanks

Will he be amused?
Or maybe flabbergasted 
To see her protruding belly
Why do you refuse a meal?
And purses the flies from eating same


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Ascension is coming in 2012

Ascension is coming in 2012
People are spiritually preparing themselves
ET is watching from up in the sky
Some say it is all a very big lie
The Guardian Alliance will take you through a portal
The Galactic Federation will make you immortal
The Greys have come to steal your soul
So many viewpoints it’s out of control
I give up trying to find my own way
My higher self has something to say
Be still and quiet and listen inside
The answers are in there for spirit to provide
The universe is a wondrous and expansive place  
Humanity is destined to be in God’s grace
We can choose hate or we can choose love
God will not judge us as he watches above
Illuminati spreads chaos fear and lies
Let’s get together and get rid of these guys
Humanity will prevail and ascension will come
It is important to remember that we are all one
I love project Camelot for the great job they have done
I honour you all each and everyone
Ascension is coming in 2012
5th dimension awaiting for us to dwell
My name is Wisdom 11:11
I trust that we all will end up in heaven.


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Pleasant Melancholy

It is symphonic
It is rhythmic
It tells a story,
of love and life,
of pleasure and pain, 
of joy and sadness;
a story of defeat and triumph

It is the invisible book
of the human experience
It has the power,
to move you,
to make you yearn for more,
of its delightfully painful, 
audible deliciousness

It can deliver you;
it can be your cry of deliverance
It is so mysterious; 
it could only be celestial

It straddles the emotions
quietly packing a punch,
but pulls it, only to suck you in 

When it hits,
it leaves no bruises
It knocks you out,
into the habitation of joy;
a relief from heaviness

It is transcendent;
a passport and transport, 
to the esoteric zone; 
the inner longing of the soul, 
warping the time in its wake,
at such a pace, 
that leaves you transported

It blows in,
from beyond the firmament,
riding the undulating,
invisible crests of space

It is copious in joyfulness,
filling the soulful emptiness; 
an aid to cope with the sorrowfulness
of humanness,
reaching deep into the soul,
soothing even the savage beast

It is infectious, but does no harm

It is delightfully musing;
rousing a deep satisfaction,
yet, in it, lies a deeper longing,
for something or somewhere,
fleetingly familiar, 
very present, yet very distant

Seemingly desiring to reconnect,
to something or somewhere,
enchanting, elusive, and disconnected

Shhh! Can you hear it? It is music! It is Jazz!


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Benign Neglect?

In this life, 
of inevitable recompense, 
of inescapable accountability, 
for collective responsibility, 
indifference to injustice
is not an option;
an epitasis, it is,
in this metaphoric 
epic drama of life


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I Used To Believe In Fairytales

I used to believe in
fairytales
Happily Everafter and
Wedding Bells
Drifting on the ocean,
under open sails
Hearing the echoing
waves thru seashells
Feeling as if I'm on
Cloud Nine instead of
nails
Being royalty like Our
former, Princes of Wales"
Having a passion for LOVE,
that's tipping the scales
Yeah, I Used To Believe
In Fairytales