Long Frailness Poems

Sleep eludes me, my thoughts engulf me...
   The room is quiet....
    I hear a branch outside my window, scratch the glass, in winter's wind
      ...

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I'll hide the waste the fire can't burn
I'll move in a hurry, before the stench of agony sickens the air

Enter the orchard, dying branches begging for fruit
This season is rough, but this weather is brief

I...

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Deep in the Silent darks,
wandering and swaying around
I was, once content with life full
and concern less.
None to lad me with the
burdens of responsibilities,
nor someone to share
my loneliness.

Life held for me little surprises,
and even fewer
excitements in...

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My daughter had been sickly for a time
The flu, they said, her health will shortly climb
A few days later came the call we dread
I'll ne’er forget the words the doctor said:

"We got your daughter's blood...

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The rain clouds gather outside and
I see his umbrella bouncing over the hedge.
I hear him enter the gate with case in hand;
He slowly closes the gate and heads for the door.

A light knock reverberates into...

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acceptance of failure
is a talent acquired over time
the young man i was
could never comprehend 
the freedom failure
bestows
the feeling of humanity
in every tear shed
over an impossible path

i have discovered for the first
time that i am as...

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He stood there in the doorway 
His legs dangled in white shorts 
His blue shirt matching the rags
The mechanics used to clean tools
His fingertips yellow stained of fungus
I could barely see his blues eyes 
Through...

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I got six endearments in life as far as I could recall
From my pre-school to a working staff of a school 

My uncles and aunts called me Darling in Kinder
An apple of their eyes especially...

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And then…
         there were none.

Within the perimeters of the releasing of
angels, there was a glimpse of hope.
Outside the border of the letting-go of
demons, there was the sight...

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There is a vile brutality to love
A beauty in sufferin & disease
There is a tinkerin madness
An eternity to fleetin seasons
We find a wholeness in lack
A lack in imagined perfection
There is hymnal in the hades
And a...

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We all succumb to the frailness of sleep.
Strength that rises with a robust sun
must dissipate when a bronzed moon reaps
what our spirited hours have sown.
Our dreams become the ripe fruit grown
within the rich soil of...

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Feeble, a word not often used 
in this hi-def, mega bite world,
where almost anything can be done
with the tap of a fingertip,
the aged still feel feeble.
This crackled feeling runs along the rims
of brittle nails 
and...

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Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-

Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…

Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky...

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Zephyrus breezes speak gently-
Undertones of placid eras alive in memory-

Tumult rages awaiting rigorous gates to detonate their command,
Planning utter obliteration of finite serene ways…

Blue and pink swirls of peaceful dusk
Replaced with a grey and murky...

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Spirt of God
Speak to me
Speak to me in the quiet
Speak to me in the stillness
Speak to me in my brokenness
Speak to me in my frailness
Speak to me when I don't want to listen
Speak to me...

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I have walked through Fields of doubt,
I have driven across arid plains,
I have swum the rivers of life,
And still, hope eternal, remains.

Never yield to the frailness without,
It is the strength within that shapes us,
There are...

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I have walked through Fields of doubt,
I have driven across arid plains,
I have swum the rivers of life,
And still, hope eternal, remains.

Never yield to the frailness without,
It is the strength within that shapes us,
There are...

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What grace does lie upon your face
Of lines that life has drawn.
Your smile still lights up your eyes
that reflects the beauty at  dawn.
The dimple upon your cherub cheek
still speaks of the young girl
Who's flame...

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This deafening atrophy, sameness quest
though summiting by sound, I so ingest 
my frailness, owning not His field of blest!

This dropping back, or down, would this suggest
I tender the renown, and not regress
that in my heart,...

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