Best Balm Poems

i love the taste of the moon...
tangerine, compared to the metal taste
of the blistering noontime temperature.
and to inhale the embroidery  of evening,
to me, is to be filled with soothing solace.

as one can see ...sneaking outside,
in the din of  hours, to speak with her,
my...

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I reached out for you once again
after eons of pretence, snobbish disregard 
and plain neglect.
Yes I reached out, not with strong steady arms 
that usually attend others
but with emasculated courage and battered pride.
Yes indeed I sought  you.

I summoned you dear one
from the far far...

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Stirring My Tea 12-22-23  
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Amber Balm

Evening settles into an overstuffed ebony chair,
 No longer pacing in little anxious circles
  Nor scurrying into hollow spaces,
As slivers of silver peek through turbulent
Fists of the morning’s frost
To measure tea leaves 
 Into a china pot from...

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It is dangerous to walk into the conscientious realm of another,
To make love out of emotions long dreaded, long missed, and long lived
Each choice we make to discover in one another
Is sacred, momentous, and worthy of comprehensive purpose

We, in principle, are made for each other,...

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I’m feeling blue, but that’s OK
For I was there to start the day
But carried forth with steadfast calm
Still searching for a healing balm

I’ve found it but a time or two
And known relief, but far too few
Like pollywogs or canyon wren
It slipped my fingers, . ....

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A rebuttal to Lord Tennyson's famous lines of 'In Memoriam' ~
"It's better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all."


Please tell me there's a healing anodyne,
some kind of mythical enlightenment, 
a cure capable of extinguishing the flames 
of grief burning deep...

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Sweet Romance Is In Truth A Healing Balm

Within sweet dreams where dreamy gifts abound,
And all seems calmer, fresher and so new,
There heart's desires can easily be found
In peaceful sleep, such are beautiful views

If wanting a much better, longer life,
Know living right, is truest golden path,
This...

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cotton candy clouds

dot the evening sky

pink and lavender

peaceful and relaxing

the sunset soothes my soul...

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We blind Bartaemus we have heard about the temple gate
But have seen no road, nor map for getting there
We only day after day hear the direction the footsteps wears away
And wait injudiciously for the balm of our impediment,
For the seeming joy of crowds coming back
More...

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Autumn…
             Grips summer’s hand
           Slyly – at time’s whimsy
 Quelling heated, tantrumed outbursts
          ...

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How can something be so good?
Yet forgotten!
Fragrances that call,
Attention to her beauty
Growing in the wild.
As we pass her by,
Without a care,
Or a second glance,
Not knowing the benefits,
She brings,
Edible flower and leaves,
Soothing in hot water,
Drinking or inhaling,
Alternative healing,
How wonderful a plant,
Medicine for life,
Magnificence growing,
I give her...

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Long pole rise in center of yard
Morning like a mass in Latin dictum
Vanished. Here she comes
White as the mountain robed in mist
Echoing the centuries disassembled
In the chaos memory of foreign tongue
Holding water like a psalm in her hand
And watching it break
North, South, West, and East...

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No matter how distracting the worries of Monday
No matter how disturbing the problems of Tuesday
No matter how needy the prayers of Sunday
There is one healing glow without dismay

I'll tell you just one time, it's a burn
That burn that puts to rest all wrongs
Resurrecting the joy...

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