Home Waters Poems

Tides across another stone

Deepened 
Like 
water

A symbol of home

Fish
Or
Quarrel

Do I rest 
Within the habitat of thyown....

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Wrapped up as a present,
delivered to a new home.
Inside of its own wrap
she wanted to be shown.

       She stands...

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Pain reveals us
	unbound to “normal” life
		tw-
			i-
           sted 
	upon shelves
		filled with feature-
	less portraits of lies	
		told
	at the...

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Nets are hauled and homeward go the shrimp boats
rolling slow and easy on a sunset path,
their droning engines chugging
over a rippling seafoam.

In the mangrove swamp
an...

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We were not there
to welcome them home
but came later in the long
evenings when nightmares 
ravaged their sleep. Peace
had walled in the horrors
hiding in the heads...

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i thought
i was
in a safe
home away from
home place

woe is little old sad me

it seem the heat fighters
and the crime grapplers

are in league with which doctors

because...

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Stand at the waters edge 
it's you I long to see, 
over an ocean blue. 
Walk the sand to find peace, 
as I wait to...

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They say,                       ...

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It’s a short trip to the shore,
beyond the stretch of fingertips
and stride.
There you are again,
on an edge looking outward,
not from any center
but from a crumbling...

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Sat on a boat tied to the bank
wave ripples nudge the sides
a swing motion in the stillness
in the absence of ebb and tide

Autumnal leaves fall...

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Submerging myself with water of wistfulness
Trying to be rid of the loneliness in progress
I missed going outside and swimming in a precious, pure water
I’m looking...

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I love you more today than yesterday
within these weathered walls on sallow earth,
and when I pick the last of spring’s bouquet,
I’ll hope for your return...

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Eve was invited to test the peaceful waters of God, but she could not see, hear, nor feel the rushing waves until it was too...

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Pineapple Delight

Today is the first day, 
The rest will all just follow, 
and sometimes get in the way. 
There will be good times, 
bad times,...

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The Passing of Fear
A mark on the door…

It is so quiet here, 
I believe that I can hear a snake, 
meandering across the dirt road,...

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