Beauty Poverty Poems

 

The snowflakes fall and it is cold,
and the bright Christmas lights flicker;
the beauty outside I behold,
as the snow falls colder, thicker.

Walking I gaze at...

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Transitions and Contrasts: Just like the Seasons
Scorching, sweltering, drying, draining
The Candle of the Sky, now a supernova
Chirping birds cry out for drops of draught,
The strays...

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Immediacy

Without the

Connections

Without the 

Back and forward

Without the

Transmmissions

Without the 

Knowing 

Without the

Stories..

Immediate

Peace......

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alkali streets
bleed with the dreams of
humanity, angels in
bootlegged Blahniks

flutter wings of
dubious intention
a silent wisdom of the gods
spills empty pockets ...

gilded pillars of
Olympus, brought to
ruin by...

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Superhero strobe lighthouse helm hexagonal 
        Sixty degree angle glass captain bridge
      ...

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I will live in poverty again
I will eat less
Warm my home at 55 degrees
I will walk in thrift and dream in commonality again
I will tread...

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Poverty that made my spirit blow
There, from no one to borrow
Looking for something to swallow
But, nothing to eat even a willow

Left the house to implore
Stretching...

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My rose bushes have bloomed
the three I planted last year 
after digging up the dead ones 
that had never thrived there 
though it’s a sunny...

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I read what you wrote in that notebook
the message you merrily scrawled
Someone such as me who has imbibed reality’s bitter brew 
couldn’t help but be...

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He was a handsome man 
hamming it up for the photographer
each flash inflating his ego
but cameras only capture the shell
what can be seen on the...

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On the top of Table mountain, I am standing.
                ...

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Shadows stretch out across this lost highway. 
Cool winds dance dying leaves as the sunsets cast.

At the edge of sky, hues of gold and Crimson...

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[My new lyrics about St. Clare, 
to the tune of "One Gift" ---
from Disney's "Sleeping Beauty"]


One gift, beauty rare
Seeing God's Beauty everywhere
Lips that praise that...

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I grew up in the high Appalachians
Near the rim of the newest parklands,
Before strangers discovered the beauty
And the possibilities of running the rapids,
Enterprising out-of-staters saw...

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Was it his destiny to die in that sleeping bag
curled up like an infant in the womb
unnoticed, unseen
undiscovered for days
until others found the odor of...

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