Water Chap Poems

I know who could have your grave dug,
Your life stop with a reserved slug
Just for bearing a water jug
And treading on his Persian rug...

Not that...

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this just one example of many peoples
   UNFAIRLY subjected
to subservience and exempt
   from enjoying the fruits of their labor.

January twelfth two...

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Such are these days-floating-along-the nantucket, picture-
frames of days gone by forever sublime in-my-
minds-eye ... reflected upon from time to time.
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 ~ ... and oh how I live to breath this ... ~

 
~ Because I believe true-love is unconditional and is 
the treasure so-very hard-to come by in this world, 
today. Like the sweet sound of breaking the natural-
freedom-of-rhyme; and-the certain-reverence stirring 
in-the spirit of a home that lives only for this; one pure 
reason. Seen now-and-viewed in-the likeness-
of the-orange and red-brown and-yellow of-a-
joyous-leaf ... blowing-free-in-the-ease of
the wind; and knowing the sound of a 
new hope rising-to-greet-the-greener-
grasses thriving amid-the-perfect-beauty 
growing in-plain view of-the other-side of-
the morning. Stirring-in-the-depths-of-
your-heart and the-well, of your soul ... 
riding-high-atop the puffy white clouds, 
billowing-up-to-greet-the-light of-Heaven.
Yes-those wonderful things ... like the
birds chirping fondly and the gentle 
sounds of a baby's laughter, and
slippery wet little kisses ... given-by-
the-lips-of an angel. As you-hear a 
violent-shouting wake up; wake-
up-and-a-tap-tap-tapping, on 
heavens bedroom door. As 
then your awakened again ... 
and then stumble to the 
challenge of not spilling 
the coffee, and you dance 
once more with your lovely 
daughter in the kitchen. As 
she smiles as-you-spill-it-and-
yell-oh-no-tenderly and you ask 
the wife if she could grab the 
morning paper. Yes that freaky 
tone of-a-squeaky-wet-balloon, 
and the ongoing run-of happy-
little-giggles-that-fill the-air ... 
rising to new heights in the
 pool underneath-the-glory 
of-the-summer-sun ... as your 
young son splashes chlorine-water-
in-your face ... and cup. And-so-is-
love-the-prize in all its' authenticity. 
Sweet-poetry ... . A true and-raw-
emotion ... boldly-running-and-
wildly shouting! "Hey!" ~

~ "Certain conditions-and-ultimatums are just fine, but-don't-you-dare-take my morning-coffee!" ~...

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As we moved through the gate, many people I did see,
Talking, laughing, here and there, but none of them saw me.
I began to be concerned,...

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