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I Met the Man

I met the man
Who has become
The man, my father
Fought so hard
To not become
To always be
That lyrical, selfless soul
Only out there
To rid the world
Of joyless, empty measures
Filled with pauses, rests and
Unintended notes
Rather
His motivation comes
In rushes, bursts and
Pure brazen moments
Ready to share
His love
To the sick and the slick
The blase pack of
Tepid luminaries
Each marshal of
Their own parade
And he conducts
Them
Honors their passion
For something
Other than
The driftless pith
Of the soured day's
Intentions
With his merriment
And simple brand
Of anguish-soothing
Feign-removing
Love.

(8/3/04)

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Andrea Dietrich Date: 7/5/2015 11:52:00 PM Gosh, this sounded like Jesus you met! Then I read down the comments and saw who it was. Very interesting one! Login to Reply Suburban Lovechild Date: 7/8/2015 11:13:00 AM Thx Andrea. As for Jesus, he stops by my Hanukkah party every year ;)

Njeri Hunjeri Date: 7/5/2015 3:11:00 AM Sounds like you met a great man. I enjoyed your poem. Login to Reply Suburban Lovechild Date: 7/5/2015 12:01:00 PM Thx Njeri, always appreciate the feedback. I was watching a jazz combo in SF, the bandleader/tenor sax player was this man living and loving in the moment, it was quite a sight.

Jaycee Cervenka Date: 7/4/2015 10:26:00 PM You met a giver, a man of joy. The ones who have a tender soul meant to serve and help others with a smile are few and far between. Login to Reply Suburban Lovechild Date: 7/4/2015 10:41:00 PM Thx Janet, I appreciate the visit. You're absolutely right, rare birds indeed.