ENJOYING
Winter's pain going...
Warm healing spring coming...
Nature...amending...
The poet is a physician of sorts
tending care to the physical
of his craft -- His patients, the
hearts and souls of humanity --
Latching belts on sleds of words
a-summit he descends, precariously
no safe tracks when in lyric free-fall
Altitudes and scathing depths
are the wails and screeches of
his siren journey down -- when and
where, a dicey pit travel...critics
offer no parachutes...and his lovers
often unavailable, amending their
own wrong steps. Can a writer really make
it safely to the other side, through the creative
pressures of ever revolving mantles and imperative
crushing cores!?
Sheer Fear
Pink horizons mollifies probing eyes as clouds dissipate above
To the heavens bow gratitude where migrant birds hang glide
Venerated cosmic gods who quieted his pain then gave it love
Yet dusk arrived now this restless heart have no place to hide
A raging sea within me foresee fragmented ancient reflections
Impervious to heavenly rays of interminable mystical sunrises
Averse in utilizing rationalizations amending illogical emotions
Sheer fear appear sinister when incongruity incessantly arises
10/31/23
Aboard cruise liner:
Vision of the Seas
May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m thankful for the story of our lives…
the one each day we are amending…
with the hope that each and every chapter we complete
will have a happy ending.
When you see a star falling,
It's time to make a wish amending,
Stars are gifts of beauty divine,
Guiding through nights, they kindly shine,
And illuminate my darkened way,
Revealing glimpses of light each day.
My gleaming star still hangs above,
Infusing my life with purpose and love,
I am a child of the cosmos grand,
A steward of skies, destiny in hand,
Born amidst nebulae's collapse,
Embracing my cosmic heritage, perhaps.
I have forged a path I proudly tread,
A chosen journey where dreams are spread,
Though I may stumble and lose my ground,
It is not my demise that can be found,
For in each fall, a rebirth awaits,
Igniting the fire that resonates.
Here I stand, on the world's rim,
Stretching my hands, seeking to skim,
The essence of my shining star,
And make a wish, both near and far.
Grant me the strength to fulfill my quest,
A gentle nudge to bring out my best,
To discover the depths within my heart,
And let my falling star play its part,
Guiding me along my chosen way,
Where dreams twinkle, and hopes shall stay.
Coming to the city? Bring your gun
So you can shoot at anyone!
Target practice is such fun;
No laws will you be bending.
All those rules you used to shun
Have been rescinded; they are done!
Lawsuits have been filed and won
To honor those amending.
Bearing arms makes bad guys run;
You’ll protect your wife and son.
Don’t believe what some have spun;
You’ll mostly be defending.
In New York, now everyone
Beneath the moon or in the sun
Can carry through the streets a gun
Since sanity is ending.
Sometimes while teetering on the edge of despair
A wounded heart embraces a life-altering moment,
Welcomes change into the tattered life, amending
The future in ways before not readily apparent;
Taking the torn-apart soul and making it new,
Not even realizing the change until years pass.
Sometimes, never wanting to acknowledge hope
Appears near the bottom of the treacherous abyss.
Written March 19, 2021
By such silent power the moon invisibly renders
Posed in its mansion in the sky it surrenders
In the hours of silent light upon the coal dark night
Invisibly shifting ocean tides to soft foamy white
Posed in its mansion in the sky it surrenders
Its force and terrestrial gravity that takes no slumber
Invisibly shifting ocean tides to soft foamy white
Amending the rhythm of winds on waves motion
Its force and terrestrial gravity takes no slumber
In the hours of silent light upon the coal dark night
Amending rhythms of winds on waves motion
By such silent power the moon invisibly renders
January 29, 2021
Proud Pantoum Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Caren Krutsinger
The stone.
Plain, Dusty, Worn. Full of holes and shortcomings.
Like me.
A droplet of water.
Changing, transforming.
Washing away the dirt, grime, muck.
Leaving behind a metamorphosized canvas of color.
The stone.
Altered forever. Carved and painted by the presence of water.
The water, falling, flowing, changing, forming.
A drip. Droplet.
Rain, Pouring down on me. On the stone.
Amending. Smoothing away the flaws.
The water of life, cleansing.
The stone.
Mended.
Turned from a pebble - like any other - to a unique fragment.
Smoothed over.
Remade.
The droplet, driplet.
Changing, moving me, like Him.
Wearing away my imperfections and sins.
Smooth, like the rock. Beautiful.
His.
I propose amending
the U.S. Second Amendment.
The right to own and transport and fire arms
shall be constrained
to include only those who demonstrate sufficient mental health
to have no desire to own and transport and fire ballistic arms,
because they are bad for Earth's environment,
and not so great for assured mutual health and safety.
Hunters
with sufficient mental health
prefer bows and arrows
and fishing poles,
and possibly javelins,
or maybe even boomerangs.
Every single word we write
When posted on the Internet
Creates an Indelible footprint
It remains in the ether
F
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Removing or amending a poem, a comment, a blog
A face book posting, a tweet on twitter
Our words don’t get lost in that Internet fog
Just be mindful... one day they may come back to haunt
So …. before you press send
STOP and think before you POST
08-23-17
the candle flicking forward
fencing the shadows
its like angelic moonlight
cocooned to its impassioned heat
expanding to surpass its limits
till the slow darkness resumes
autum's colors through the flame
as I submerge to a endless fall
visioning the psych of the flare's breath
welcoming me as it burns from hatred
the heat alight from amending nurturing
never to release the satisfaction
the emotions one never receives..
Saudade, assiduously dumping buckets of gelid-infused water overtop my vehemently flickering flame.
Arrogantly reigning my banished feelings of joie de vi-vre.
Undermining my drumming heart, snapping both ligneous sticks into splinters.
Duping our garish star, precipitating a myriad of inexorably raucous winters.
Absentmindedly amending my evocative, gaudy-slathered soul.
Dowsing my dullsville, dreary inside with black and white.
Etching my gunmetal grave with my name and date, sizzling my emotions with crimson cracked coals.
Infants fill in speaking muse
in motion slacks
Children fill in leaking emotional cracks
in home and family's nurturing support
with deaf and blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing happiness
Democratic healthiness,
free and freeing
first amending communications
grasped quickly
before autocratic adolescence
turns down our brighter sight.
As with one little light,
so with the great transitioning many
too old
to innocently fight
Wounded future children
filling in leaking communion cracks
in synergetic EarthHome
and EarthFamily's nurturing support
with monoculturally deaf
and monotheistically blind lies
of eternal ever after
nursing AnthroAutocratic happiness.
They all tell me that I love someone else
But I do not share, I keep to myself
I do not tell them, for experience
Has kept me from dealing experience
To those who could not care less about one
Who needs a person to talk about tons
Of feelings she’s bottling in, of stuff
But when she plays her cards, she has to bluff
For fear of spreading her gloom, if she spreads
It, she will have trouble finding other heads
To rest her weary mind, pessimism
Cannot lose to happy optimism
And so others avoid her, leave her gaze
They do not partake in those awful days
When she is so down, she cries at days’ end
Before she snapped threads, now too hard to mend
They all tell me that I love someone else
But I do not share, I keep to myself
I do not tell them, for experience
Has kept me from dealing experience
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