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John Saltos Poem
I once held a rose in my hand
Nurtured and cared for;
It was all I had.
Content and satisfied I deemed myself,
For it held
True love indeed
From its stem to buds to roots
I could not find another to cherish,
And like a ferry
I was merry-go-around
I gazed at it nights and days
And even went out of my ways
To water and keep
How could such a flower,
Such a blossom,
Fall out of my grasp?
The flower was not for me to keep
Nor was it for me to nurture.
No, it was not my duty
For after all my efforts
It turned gloomy,
And i became moony
Like a wolf.
And i sought to fertilize my flower
Trying to keep it float,
Trying to make it love.
When my efforts weren't enough
I went berserk like a lion to its prey
But i failed to my dismay.
All i wanted was to watch her grow
And if that's what my flower does
I will be happy indeed,
A poor humble farmer on life's teeth.
I will be happy that my flower, I did not ignore,
I will never ignore;
Happy to say that my flower is in good hands
That she has plenty of land
And that that land
Is meant for she,
That such land is better for flowers
Than for keeping close at Home
Home
Where true love takes heed,
A farmer's Home,
Where true love lies indeed.
Copyright © John Saltos | Year Posted 2009
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John Saltos Poem
Shedding Feathers
One by Two
By Two and Three
And Three keeps shedding
because there is more,
Divine Feathers
which held and defined His soul.
He let them be White,
Paper White,
but proud as a Knight,
fighting enemies and Holy battles
on a destrier with a saddle.
He let himself be unconquered,
His Soul intact.
Many brawls and fights won
though corroding shield and armor,
a warrior with no starmer
and no history,
no claim.
Lest those feathers shed,
which claimed his immortality,
from slight gray to slate
they precariously turned.
'Here are feathers'
he somberly called his
Dear Friends,
fledging each one.
'Let me come down and drink
and give alms.
I'll soil myself and shed my feathers.'
he roared
while his friends cheered.
'I give thee my own soul'
he said almost passing out,
'to which one and two i hope you do enjoy.
My Plumage is with me No More
but forever with you evermore.'
Copyright © John Saltos | Year Posted 2009
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John Saltos Poem
A posture of integrity
A sunset in the background
A conquest left behind
A sea of fire to come back
A woman turned its back on it
A boy cried in her arms
A fleck in her cheek
A run to the street
A desperate cry
A bomb inside
A child in need
A useless creed
Alas! is the clamoring
At last! is the saving
At least is what follows
A lot is the burden
Ash is the mood
Another heaving is not aloof.
A help when its opportune
As a fee that is never renewed
Copyright © John Saltos | Year Posted 2009
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