Peace Muse Poems

"Cocoon"

They say...
a New World 
traces over the old,
leaving the unaware,
erased, far behind 

the old unaware, 
left far behind,
crawls the walls
in its web of lies
spinning suspect...

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"There was a Great Silence"


There was a great silence in that place, a kind of peace,
you sensed them, the unseen removed, all around you,
yet, all...

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Dancing minds
free singing bodies

Dancing bodies
reserve singing minds.

Minds find faith in wealthy 
blue-sky synergy
where bodies have experienced hope
for sacred EarthTribe's 
healthiest green integrity.

Whether we feel we...

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From mine chamber, breathless and perspiring upon the bed,
I spy you there, out my window, looming overhead.
Your gaze, a silent arbiter in the night,
I cloak...

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While the dawn collects its rhythm, 
Quietly protecting the whispers of a new day,
Tangerine sunsets composing chrysanthemum hymns,
Risk their gentling tones in rarest glimpses,
Through the...

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I melt into the plural sky
its rippling tableaus of tomorrow
underneath open light waves 
see-saws the labyrinth
like Delphi tendrils crossing channels 
all the changing faces played
automatic,...

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The spiral starts with fury's sting,
"An eye for an eye," the echoes ring.
Blinded by rage, we fail to see,
The kindled flame that burns for thee,
Will...

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“The reason birds can fly and we can't is simply because they have perfect faith, for to have faith is to have wings.”
- J.M. Barrie,...

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What do top and bottom
above and below
leader and follower
high and low
day and night
mountain and valley
up and down
pole and hole
convex and concave
vertex and vortex
frontsides and backslides
dominant...

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tender buds sprout on persuasive branches, spring
all the birds, tremble with anticipation
most gather round the feeder while others sing
hungry souls are enthralled by God’s creation

wistful...

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At sixteen
People's Bible Church
sent me from rural Michigan farm lands
to Moody Bible Institute
in siren-screaming Chicago

Church fathers assumed,
despite curious evidence to the contrary,
that I was a...

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Beneath a sun, both bright and bold,
A scoop of sunshine spun from gold.
Creamy vanilla, a child's delight,
Melting slow, in the midday's light.

Sticky fingers, a sugary...

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RED SEA

At the mouth I lay splayed
blood trickling, slowly dripping into soft mud or red Akashic ink
        ...

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Weaving Work I

                      ...

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Roses are red, or purple, or pink
an artistic palette in colors that link.
Petals unfurl in radiant hues
a vibrant symphony—amor’s untamed muse.

Red blossoms, a fiery embrace
passion...

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