Sometimes when I squint,
a lamplight is the moon.
Sometimes I don't take a hint,
I think she'll be home soon.
summer joys soon fade
when orchards bloom fresh, sweet fruit~
welcome homemade pies
early smile of dawn
as silver dew on green leaves~
sun warms them with love
waitress, a puzzle
found herself outside smoking -
killdeer by a nest
the blinders rest with ease—
seams seemingly gaunting;
haunting whispers crunch like teeth,
seekers left to guess
pestering what comes next
be a kiss that is gentle
or bent with tiles filing
finally laying—rather lying;
dying to look you
hook right between the eye
lend the heaven, tongues that speak.
though weepy,
deep and soundly they hide
behind masks clasping dearly
refraining to reclaim their faces
places they’ve felt love.
people they’ve once known—
sewn behind is their truth
and truthfully their pain is plain
written in bold
holding bruises
whether you choose to see it
or be it amiss.
wishing well feels like rope
we can feel it doping us
hoping that our next breath
is the last one to give less.
but living session after session
their weapons once sharp dulling
full hands weaken with tire
and wiry sighs leave the senses
why?
because we weren’t just prizes
disguised to heel blindly
or crawl without first running—
we are not sick and lowly farm animal
simple, dirty, managed to be manageable.
Sit in peace, close my eyes, in peaceful solitude!
My thoughts my own, I rest in quiet gratitude.
My Heart, home of the Undying is open and healed
Lifetime after lifetime arduous I journeyed, peeled
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In rich ruby rings of radiance, the sun comes out bold,
Smearing and splotching the sky with liquid gold.
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Life is a journey brief, a wondrous piece of art,
Let us treasure every breath and perform our part.
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angel of the night decends from rails of sky
to huff a kiss ...my slumber's lullaby. *
if you truly wish to see God ~
tip toe into your heart unshod
He wore bare feet, a pot for a hat,
our Johnny Appleseed, one cool cat.
Pyramid of light casting shadows on my heart
beaming only from within, always taking part.
When you pass from death to life my dear friend
I'll continue to read your poems well penned
Jolly jubilant Jack Frost jogs on snow
Wonder of winter shows snow in white glow.
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