Best Figuring Poems

my mind wanders
as through 
a dense forest
reevaluating
decisions made
across the years
paths taken
those avoided

isn’t life mysterious
thinking we have it
all figured out
only to realize
it’s chaos

at times beautiful
suddenly catastrophic
orderly...

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What is holding you back?
What is stopping you?
What is making you uncomfortable 
about asking?
about wanting?
about dreaming?
about wishing?
about expecting?
about planning?
about setting new goals?
about learning new things?
about...

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When I gaze far off into the night sky
The chaos is not pleasing to the eye.
Seems there was never an overall plan
When the beginning of...

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Maternal tears
Never managing to let go
Vicarious pleasure, vicarious pain
Wishing their life were easier
Wishing they could avoid the pitfalls
You see so clearly
The traps that seem so...

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I love people, yes I do,
Fight against invisible lines
Barriers of words
Sentences figuring escape
I love people, yes I do,
For every scrap of all
Of you is only...

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I am who I am regardless of who you want me to be
I am finally figuring out what it is to be free
Lose a little...

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Stand down,
The battle is won,
The fight has been fought,
You are neither daughter nor son,
For you are the star, the moon, the sky in which reality...

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Forsooth! My husband lost a tooth;
The fairy never showed.
He called the dentist, figuring
Some loyalty was owed.

The secretary set a date
But since we are away,
He could...

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Long ago, a long layover in Tokyo persuaded 
my flying partner and I to venture out to
visit Disneylando, as the locals called it.
We started out...

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Why must I speak, fair one?
For I must only be here
and near you to know your color.
Let me trace only my eyes.
I’m figuring your splendor.

And...

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He walked to the end of the pier to talk to the storm.
Figuring if he stayed calm and emotion-free, it might work.
The storm released a...

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When I hear you say, “have patience,”
I want to tell you about the wheel and the mule -
when both stop, both die a little.

Then there...

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He recently turned one
Got his first hair cut
blue jeans with pockets.
His gait has changed
almost as if he knows
he’s headed somewhere
not now, maybe
when he figures out...

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AntiPoem 2

You know only one thing and that is:
Dying is not on the agenda.

Let us march now inside St. Mary’s,
March reverently through these green repentant...

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The bible 
our pure poetry

Divine voice

art -- gallery imagery 
Father’s expanding palettes of time
space infinite – 

shadows of unframed
formless canvas -- man's freedom 
to light,...

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