Yes, Deirdre Harrison, yes
I sang that song to my son
for years before he asked me to stop
I love you too,
Billy Holiday
"I'll always think of you that way"
in the way I hope my son
remembers me
when the trumpet plays its solo
and lesser sounds stop
This cabaret has cleared out
and the carousel has stopped turning circles
but "when the night is new"
I will find the corners
of the moon
and the meaning
of a strangely shaped life
A right angle turn
makes a perfect corner ceiling.
This is where my eyes wander,
a place to huddle.
I sometimes find myself here,
always after midnight,
thinking, contemplating, questioning
life's constant battles.
My corner of solitude and solace
has a nurturing presence,
maybe it’s the simplicity
of the geometric design.
It is here
where my complexity,
can find soothing simplicity,
in all the corners of my mind.
This passage,
through many a longing night,
now angles become angels
never to be a fight.
If you believe, as I do, in fairy tales….
then believe this message from Little Jack Horner….
who with only his thumb discovered
miracles can be found in the most unlikely of corners
From His cross is born a river of light that floods the hidden corners of the soul,
Power and dominions have crumbled under the gaze of the One who weaves eternity into hearts,
Each divine touch is a whisper that wraps us in the mantle of eternity and love,
To the very end, He loved us with a love that deeply penetrates the fabric of time.
Life reigns like an eternal song, death is just a dream that unravels at dawn,
Christ has triumphed, and the echo of His victory resounds through the cathedrals of the heart,
In every heartbeat, I feel the victory blossoming in the sacred silence of the mornings,
His love is an ancient symphony that embraces us beyond stars and shadows.
Each ray of light is a sign of a promise that never fades,
For He has conquered darkness and made us temples of living hope,
In this dance of eternity, we find and lose ourselves only to be found again,
Under the eternal sky, His love guides our steps toward the infinity of divine love.
i'm whiskey beats outta country
jazz, too classic
old's city in LA
high damn
runnin up you like water
all most hiding skin
and overatures
lest i grieve through absurd
trist's with confi, daunting
clapper town
east block alter girls
choired saints lost frames
too paint
sorry bouts
runnin up like water's mam
There’s a corner of eternity
where I’ve built a simple home.
A place that I can go to
when I want to be alone.
A place where winds of
time and space glide gently
through the air.
A place each time I leave,
I’m longing,
wishing I were there.
We deal with many things in life,
so much that brings us down.
We swim through burdens, paddling,
hoping that we will not drown.
I guess we all have to survive,
we have to make our way.
But there is more to life than that,
you have to get away.
Follow your dreams
and wonderous things,
allow your mind to go
to places where your body can’t
and if you do, you’ll know –
that Heaven is inside of you.
You’ll find that you’re still there.
Go find your corner of it,
build your home and rest from care.
A jolt of trembling steel—
a crack that doesn’t shatter,
but ripples,
sending storms into every silent corner.
Cries fold in on themselves,
tight, suffocating strands,
all tangled too deep to get air.
This is the weight of love unreturned:
a death that breathes,
a life that drifts—
distilled by sorrow so pure
it makes its escape past the body’s treachery,
wetting the memory of the quiet erosion of tears.
one side of our eyes
evil persist, other side
stagnant thoughts of good
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2001
My short story continues with this insightful excerpt:
A Century Turns: Soviet Union's Life Expectancy: II
"A fictional perspective of articulating an ambitious nature that hinges on varied facts," ... by the Poet.
And now ... the school bell has rung. The park that he pleasures in both muscularity and mentality, ills in parity--in a nutshell--the school has taught him that the eraser is the better half of a pencil. It is always the seldom used that comes to the aid and heals the whole abused. That illuminating factor was his focal point that would encourage his future from the descension of the crown, and to the ascension of communism's embrace.
I dreamt I saw an angel
just outside my window pane;
I could see her glowing face
through the lightly falling rain.
I jumped up from my warm bed
and broke free from my dream,
But when I looked out again
she was nowhere to be seen.
I've looked down a gravel road
which was covered by fresh snow,
I'm sure it called out to me
but I had no plans to go.
Sometimes at night I'll look back,
just every now and then,
To see the roads not travelled
and I'll wonder what might have been.
Loves had come and loves had gone
quickly through one's youth it seemed,
Many now are but shadows
of those on whom I leaned.
When young the burdens seems hard
while one's lost and torn apart
And like so many others,
I've lived through a broken heart.
Yet, age brings us something else
and so oft' we're unaware,
There's so many little things
for which we don't need to care.
Memories will come and go
and at times unannounced,
In the end what's in our hearts
is the only thing that counts.
Hot water feels like heaven rolling down my back
And even in the dead of winter sweet citrus reminds me of the sun
Sweeter still my mom presents me with my favourite snack
My best friend’s phone is always on for me
I know that he always has my back
My icy breaths give thanks to every growing tree
My grandfather’s piano rings with charming sound
Although the nights are long, dark and black
I will always be grateful for these little corners of life that I’ve found
CUBES HAVE EIGHT CORNERS
Dice have three dimensions
Opposite faces total seven
Luck represents a fourth
Winning is finding Heaven
Rod McKuen ,'CORNERS'
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the conversations are rolled into the corners
stretching into a fifth dimension
perpendicular to all points
this is where i love you
curled back upon itself
unavailable to the eye
the physicist’s graven image
produced at energy levels
no longer on demand
counterfeited
lying useless on the floor
moments escaping
till you do
back into the visible spectrum
where the colored quarks
come to rest upon
a mask i have come to know
all too well
and given up all hope
of ever removing it
we chat in silence
the quietude in our pervading existence
is what we ultimately share
the empty spaces between galaxies
collisions that are temporarily ignored
a cosmos enveloped in its own existence
a life to be never seen
conjectures upon a table filled with mathematics
and nothing more
the weak force begetting pyrite
once radiant and full of promise
now lies a barren moonscape
awaiting expulsion, embers now ashes
fate in the coming winds
Fergus Falls 2000
In every effigy there is infamy...
I conceive every domain.
That is my immortal doctrine...
I see into the shadowy corners of its facade...
Feel its faded power and ruined
opulence? The cracks remain...
I construct the lines of fate...
That is only by decree.
A washed in sweet opium
I study life's delicate filigree.
I clutch for the golden ring.
The object of a lifetime desire;
To find nothing...
But ashes and twisted bared wire.
All the fire, passion n bleak rain.
Bleeds down
Down...
Into an endless drain.
Deep in the black ground...
That is my eternal pain.
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