How many poets
Have you inspired?
With your locked in beauty
And your color hard-wired
I guess it might be
Quite a few
As you tumble down
Flashing into view
My prayers are this
Perhaps every day
That you land on me
Then decide to stay
CV 14/9/26
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I believed I could fathom her unseen depths
with my hands and fingers clutching books,
and my body hunched over much worn pages,
until with time passing
and being in her company less,
I fathomed her less,
The mystery of her being in this world,
mattered less and less,
until she, all in all, mattered less and less;
until I could no longer bear her absence.
I need the eggs more than the knowing,
ongoing Mystery more than a belly full,
Want and Need, more than satisfaction.
I need more the touch of her hand
than the understanding why.
I need more the joyful mystery
I need the touch of her hand.
My grandma took us
on a field trip today.
To learn how
donuts are created.
Me, the engineer,
was fascinated,
watching the bakers
at their work
My little brother
on the other hand,
was just here
to have dessert.
I took my grandkids
on a field trip today
to learn how
doughnuts are made.
My little engineer
was fascinated,
watching the bakers
at their work.
Her little brother,
on the other hand,
was just there
to have dessert.
O, Mimi, my sweet sincere late dear friend,
To chase foul pests, on you I did depend,
With soft paws you danced through radiant days,
With whiskers waltzing in such gentle ways.
Your eyes grey blue, sparkled with knowing grace,
In every corner, you sprawled your quick pace,
Rats and mice dreaded your presence, your race,
You chased them away from all nooks and space.
Mimi, former companion calm and true,
With velvet softness of your pat, you knew
How to spin shrines of solace, how to play,
Marking what my heart vastly miss today.
Though on you now resides the earthly veil,
Your spirit softly stretches in the gale,
In every shadow, every spark of light
Your memory sparkles, forever bright.
Rest now, dear Mimi, in tranquillity,
For as, scripted by hands of destiny,
We may cross roads in the span of the sky,
So tender and tenacious was our tie.
Peace sought my heart,
Her calm touch, a gentle start.
Her care brought sweet relief,
Like cool rain upon dry earth.
The feeling of love and care,
The warmth of joy,
A solemn expression of happiness
She is a caregiver to weary souls.
With each new sun
Comes a brand-new start,
A new dawn of life
To take the knife from my hand.
Do not take peace for granted.
When she comes, she brings happiness;
She is the doctor of my soul,
And her love makes the heart whole.
housecat
lingers in shadows
I write
Tall and sleek, a tower of might,
my eyes find the tall figure, pure delight.
I'm hot and thirsty in these sweltering days,
with salivating ways, I gaze at this faithful friend in countless ways.
Its lid twists tight, a secure seal to make,
a straw pokes out, for a refreshing take.
It is with me always, wherever I roam,
my trusty sidekick, never far from home.
You companion me now more than ever
You emerge from the common run of humanity
and occupy an eternal part of my heaven.
I loved you then, love you now
and though I gladly give you to the world
I will love you far beyond
the confines of this life.
Christopher M. Swan 2009
My feline friend
I can depend
On your soft purr
To comfort me
With melody
And striped fur
You say 'meow'
And I know how
To fall in love
With eye contact
We've made a pact
You're from above
You rest your charm
Upon my arm
We fall asleep
Of all the things
That happy brings
It's you I'll keep
It is what is coded on my DNA
It is the rhythm of my heartbeat
It is what is engraved on my soul
It is what is written in my anthology
It is my medicine
"MEDICINE "
Yeah, I think that is the perfect word to describe what art means to me
For all the times I felt the urge to down my anti-depressants with alcohol
But chose to bleed on pages instead
For all the times I wanted to curse God for all my pain
But decided to turn my prayers into a poem instead
For the time art kept me company in the midst of my dark hours
For that one time when music bandaged my wounds
And when Phora's album made me feel like I had a companion
Like I an not the only one experiencing this hell
Art saved me
Death is always with me, at my elbow
sporting a jaunty beret and a fake French accent;
at dinner, making judicious remarks on the wine;
playing cat’s-cradle with cobwebs on the bus;
baffling me at chess with unheard of gambits;
strumming his mournful guitar with a pick of thorn;
and snatching flies that vanish into his fist.
He's almost the only thing I'm going to miss.
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Sweet Holy Spirit you fill me with Joy Bliss and Peace
I seek out among all the spirits to join with me in union of Love
Your heart seeks me out from Beyond space and time
My Rose my Star My Creation My Creator
Juniper Berries and Mint ground into a fine Tea with Earl Grey
Honey sweet your Words whisper into my soul
Among all Creation You I seek
Among all Creators You I delight in most
Myths about us beyond sanity
Your strength is beyond super human my Immortal
My buddy Harley never smiles
Hard to know what’s on his mind.
At times Harley’s not such an enigma.
Come dinner time he’ll surely remind you.
When he’s earned treats he’ll nudge you.
Time for his business? He’ll jingle chimes.
Harley hates winter and lets you know:
His walks are cut short, quick in-and-out.
Harley’s not much of a guard dog,
He’s much too friendly, laid-back and easygoing.
He’s quiet and barely vocal,
Might not bark to save his life.
Harley’s always so excited to see me
He’s got this dance that he performs.
Harley’s the most genuine and wonderful companion
There’ll never be anyone more delightfully affectionate.
AP: 2nd place 2025
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