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A Plethora of Poetry

Outlasting all my friends and some family,
I wish to live to be one hundred twenty.
A plethora of days to write poetry
as my last petals fall, grandkids a’plenty.

I wish to live to be one hundred twenty.
All my parts working, brain, heart, eyes, and ears.
As my last petals fall, grandkids a’plenty,
what an ideal way to live out my years. 

All my parts working, brain, heart, eyes, and ears...
Think, at that age, if my life were well-spent, 
what an ideal way to live out my years
on those days that go like this one just went.

Think, at that age, if my life were well-spent
a plethora of days to write poetry.
On those days that go like this one just went,
outlasting all my friends and some family.

Behold, A Pale Horse

("Anime", 2019, original encaustic)

Behold, A Pale Horse 

Death comes quietly
Inexorably in the light
It has always been like that
And always will
Waiting with more patience than can be known
Lurking at the edge of sight
Flitting in and out
Sometimes consoling, sometimes not
And in its own way
My oldest and truest friend
Certainly outlasting the rest
Waiting ever patient
For one more kiss
And last embrace
Whispering to me,
I will wait for you dude
Until the time is right
And then carry you away
With honors.

(4/20/24)

Necessity

the air of our quiet breathing
the bower bounce on which to live
outlasting all the blooms and bells of time
sweet to inhale in fresh woods and on sunflower hills

in an ever-changing dance
come ruins of unseasonable change
from bending heat
from lightning strikes
to flame the forests
particle showers like white fire singed
twinning thin air with a polluted cling
overhanging smoke
for cities in a gray-grind swim

just an environmental blip say some
not the change that threatens human kind
this smoke field as vast as all the world's disorder
what's salvageable?
a will to cherish crystal air that skims our wings
                                           like a New Year's revel

soulful comfort
were we wiser once?
before fire choked the passing clouds
before the cauldron bubbled

the air
atmospheric anchor
vessel of our calling
imperiled necessity
once floating idealism
the changing sails of what we own

Child

Play in the sandbox bury your toys
Androgynous youth girls and boys
Dolls for girls no matter the age
Trucks for boys play in the sage
Lift my spirit child of mine
Playful soul outlasting time
Boys wear dresses 
Girls wear pants
Androgynous youth
Play in the sand
Laughter and singing
Dancing and fun
Summers playful heat
Glorious fun

I'M Spent, My Friends

I'm spent, my friends

    What I've dreaded for 45 years
    Ever since a bomb sparked my fears
    I now witness through my tears --

  O, pray that Israel does not come to an ignominious end


  Surrounded by 23 Arab enemies from Day One
  Will it implode by itself, by its own leader undone


  Home to three religions, to Jerusalem, to Hope
  A Phoenix from the ashes risen
    Outlasting Nazis who turned six million into soap...

  
  Tell me, tell me, it isn't true, that this 
  Modern-day miracle... O, G-d, help us! See us through!

Palms Up

. for public domain 

We are, our memories,
flesh and blood,
matrimonial plans and parenthood;
and all desires
that come to naught, 
times at peace and battles fought.

Now, looking back 
throughout the years,
of joy outlasting dried up tears,
I recommend, 
despite all strife
and suffering, live a life. 

And when we breathe
the midnight air,
whether wind be foul or fair,
shake a fist, 
(or if we dare), 
raise our palms up high in prayer.

You and I

Destiny has tethered your heart to mine,
not by chance circumstance, but by design.
The echoes of lives past connect our souls,
guiding fated footsteps toward shared goals.

Two souls, through love, morph into one being;
while our anxieties are sent fleeing.
I can't imagine myself without you;
for you're my past, present, and future too.

Your scent sweetens my memories and dreams
while silencing the cries of silent screams.
You harbor an insatiable desire,
igniting passion's flame; you're the fire.

You are my muse, my hope, and my best friend,
forever soulmates, do not fear the end.
We'll always find each other, you and I;
our love, outlasting the stars in the sky.

Do Remember

Do Remember
Do Remember...
    Gifts jiggle, just like laughter 
    Hidden in small places.
    Ever after, means ever after! 
    We'll be fine... our chosen spaces.        
 Do Remember…
    Girls never want a gift of soap
    Instead… pile up hugs with mucho kisses!
    Favorite perfumes, not on a rope.
    Tickle time on my toes…2 + 5 never misses!
 Do Remember…
    Time rocks my boat..marry merry
    Hissee fits...unacceptable day or night
    Alone time always n-e-c-e-s-s-a-r-y!
    Talking time, jives just right!
 Do Remember…
    Going far while keeping near
    I won’t forget ..there’s date-day and tonight
   Vows we championed..true and clear
   You say, "I do." Me sez,"He's right!"
 Do Remember… 
    Years ago our saga triggered
    Onward through zigzagging ways
    Unique freedom…for as we figured
    Our fame... outlasting fathomed days.
Do Remember…
     I respect our unknown destiny
     Always you, who's hip-hip with me!
     Confirm our road! What trajectory
     True mates...true blue. We're WE!

July 2, 2021

Outlasting the Struggling Poet

Down by the river there are stones inside my pockets and there is water in my lungs. 

Just beside the water I can hear the church bells being rung, as I tumble, as I drag against the rocks and the garbage. 

The music echoes underneath the surface, and I am swallowed whole. 

I can recall the sanity my illness stole, while I’m drowning and no longer fighting to breathe. 

I am well acquainted with their voices, yet they surprise me every time I hear them speak. 

They still chatter even as my body sinks, lower and lower and fast I am carried away by the current. 

Outlast and forgive a struggling poet, for I am no more, no more, no more. 

My body washes upon the dirty shore, but it shall never be discovered.

Magna Veritas

Mightier than fibs and sharp swords, 
Manacled truth will with time prevail
Against high peak and gigantic vale, 
And glossed lips' deodorized words. 

Sharper than lucre's nectared studs
Stabs tested truth's right-driven nail;
Till all wrong-worn tongues wax frail, 
And fain betray old veneered guards. 

Unfettered truth predates olden floods.
Earlier than Noah's Ark and hasty hail
Unbowed stood her long-tenured trail, 
Defanging vibes of fact-twisting nerds. 

Unbent still won truth's candid cards, 
Outlasting every knavish fibbing tale; 
And justice bespectacled favored jail, 
Where oft cool heels of reptiled duds.

Why not tell it to blank wingless birds: 
If stoutest truth's tempest-tossed sail
Long neutered was by wealthier gale, 
Over gold's Monsoon-storming girds? 

~~~Magna est veritas et praevalebit~~~.

My True Blue Sky

My True Blue Sky 
(A Vision)

And then a lens 
Says focus 
Past feeling 
And a first 
A sky 
Goodbye 
A reason why 
At open with 
A thirst

A stare 
A sky before 
Me 
A true blue hue 
At last 
Without a need 
At casting 
A distance 
And a past

All and there 
A highway 
And exits 
With a call
A try blue sigh 
(Without you) 
In shades of grey 
At fall

A promise 
And not answers 
A beckon less 
At lent 
A sky 
A sigh 
(Without you) 
Above and clear 
At sent

All errors 
And outlasting 
A true the hue 
At there 
(Without) 
A need 
At pictures 
Just blue 
A frame 
At share

At then 
And there 
A capture 
A settle and 
A score 
A need to know 
And given 
At open 
And a more

A true blue sky 
(Without you) 
As private
As a sigh 
My true blue sky 
(Without you) 
At rest 
(Without) 
A why

Love Letter From the Soul Xxxv

S.A.P.(asap),

 We live, we learn
(some from the best)

Divinity, time, perseverance, 
life churning, life burning
inner heat transformed
no warning
for such 
a heart is touched

outside I hear storms
but insides, remain calm

a glass menagerie 

reflections of you in me, 
me back into you
outlasting eternity

beauty beheld in transcript
written in wanton eyes
transferred tongue to tongue
word to word, whispered
in passion 

three inch stelletos 
stretching limits
boxed carried, walked
upon the backs of weary souls
sealed with more than a kiss
there's no more slipping 
or resistance
no, no, no
it's not getting away

Perennials In Their Seasons

Winter perennials lavished with hope
under layers of crisp snow
waiting their turn 

Spring perennials hope to be noticed
duller than annuals
but more dependable and loyal

Summer perennials outlasting the annuals
proudly soaking up morning dew
last men standing

Fall perennials going away gently
giving their seeds gladly
easy like trees

As White Would Rule This Day

When black would rule each day
and white compete for fire-crossed night

Degenerate monopolies
without room or time for color's nuance
cooperative slow truth and beauty harmonies
outlasting endless distressed dissonance,
surprising lack of resolving intuitions,
absence of inspired re-investments in cooperative intent,

When dark climate clouds rule each potential thanksgiving day
and white supremacists compete in post-millennial nightmares
of jihad terrorism
against healthy multicultural communions,

Against resonant nurturing nuance,
Against resilient democratic process and co-empowerment,

For fueling competitions in stressful dissonance
between loyal thanksgiving truths
and matriarch-wombed experience of hope

Then grateful sensual beauty
of full-octave Father shining sun days
outcast our wealthy capital reinvestments
in full communion EarthTribe stage
with 2020 light of day
bright for ultra-nonviolet night.

The Lord Wins the Victory -Proverbs 21: 31

In this life, we have many a battle
battles that conflict our very nature
it calls us to give our very best
being full of strength in strong stature

As a stallion likes galloping on and on
over every fence from a field to a friend
in the knowledge that God brings victory
one soldier on, whatever our blend

God works His will in glorious ways
pointing to His word for direction
His route would lead right to heaven
from there the Lord works His election

Victory means so many different things
to every kind of peoples no matter what
but there's really the only true victory
the victory of the Lord it can't be bought

The Lord's victories eternal and  divine
outlasting all our lives timeless to be full
filling those who believe in Christ
this diamond's priceless a sparkling jewel

('The horse is made ready for the day of battle,
   but the victory belongs to the Lord.')
Proverbs 21: 31(ESV)

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