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A Mountain of a Man

He crawled methodically up the stairs
A man of six foot four

To what would become his death bed
As he did each night as before

He insisted at being at dinner
With the family while he still could

His family no longer argued the point
Of what he shouldn't or should

I only happened to be there at 
this moment to see it all

To see this man's physical reduction
To that of a toddlers crawl

He had mastered a plan from 
Point A to B resting part way on elbow and knee

I quietly stood he never saw me
Somehow that's how I felt it should be

He had struggled to keep
manly pride intact

Deciding for self what he
did or not lack

He made his way on his own

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The Uncoupling

The day I left 
A true surprise
As you sat in a tub
soap suds in your eyes

I've called your mom and dad
And am going there to stay
until my mom arrives
whose currently on her way

You couldn't ,wouldn't ,believe
As you squinted through
Eyes you tried to aleve

You said ,"you know
There's no coming back,
If you decide to
Choose this track"

What burst from me
A laugh of glee
Though neither could believe it
I was finally free

After years and years
Of fighting this fight
I quietly threw in
the towel that night


While you had come to think
no level
Could you sink
that would ever have me feeling this numb

No anger,or fear
Nor holding as dear
to a place of peace
I'd succumbed

with a voice Paced and low
and devoid of dread
I looked you In the squint
And purposely said.......

Why would I ever do that ?

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Mercy Shown

When you kill
An ant
do you stop and think

Does it come under
Extension
Of mercy. Am I placing myself on the brink

As the mercy we are given
Is the mercy
We have shown


I go through this
every year
When they try to invade my home

The ones I
Destroy with my own
Cruel hands

Behaving as an
Ogre
May God understand

I  take
None of His works lightly
As I do what seems must be done

And as I snuff
Out there little lights
I always say,Sorry Hon

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Symbiosis

In a circle
Of first graders
Who looked out
With suspicious eyes

On the playground
Next to the 
 jungle gym
No breaching would realize

  A little hand
Reached out
to bravely
Pull me inside


His little heart
Knew in protection
Exclusion
Still divides


Perhaps as myself
He's stood in the outs
 Or had earned some rank
In the friendship scouts

Whatever the reason
for bravery shown he was
and will be the clown fish 
to this prickly anemone

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Fixer Upper

Having lived in multiple ports
Comingling with people of various sorts

Living in luxury or existing in squalor
Coffers full or down to last dollar

In town after town one constant remained
Perhaps unnoticed to the eyes less trained

In areas it seemed that inherited blight
With hardly the cash to keep on a light

  An Abode a stiff breeze from going aground
repairs needed in and out all around

To make up for all that it obviously ain't
thrown at it a few gallons of turquoise paint


This phenom becoming a growing trend 
One really must wonder where will it end


So true paint can wield miraculous wonders
but it won't keep a lost cause from going under

A reflection of societal decline on the whole
Appearances above all  the primary goal

white washed graves full of all that's impure
As we posture and decry and seek to assure

An in your face hue that belies the truth the
 thinking have known since the days of their youth


 Man his own steps  proven he  cannot navigate
Still we look to another and will till its too late

 A self aggrandizing need to honor creation over creator

It's fact and not fodder for the latest talk show
Regardless of who's the debator


 On foundational level this house of cards
Will not stand ever more

There is not enough garish paint in the world
To transform this pitiable pathetic eyesore

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Snap Shot

Twelve degrees defines it
Six above or six below
civil dawn or civil dusk
A golden nostalgic show

Of other worldly beauty
A time of reflection to see
another undeserved gift
granted to you and me


The rays of the sun
softened ,blues and violet hues banned
filtered through a blanket
Of smoke and smog and sand


Taking on a sepia tint
As orange and red hues combine
Muted with a touch ,of directional light
to perfectly Align

The golden hour
Reigning supreme,among the minutes of the day
Casting all in its wondrous glow
Chasing all shadows away.

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Just Desserts

The first words openly spoken
Mama,is the soup hot yet ?
said as I
Sat on her hip

Mrs.Cotten
The visiting nurse
No longer
Could she quip

She'll talk when
She has something to say
Make her ask for 
The things that she wants

A sibling referred to as
Little mama
taking her comments
As taunts

What they didn't see
As I looked on this world
With eyes that
had just turned three

That I stayed up 
Often into the night
Quietly 
Conversing with me

 Holding my cards so
Close to the vest
No longer could willing
put to the test

The diligent love
Little mama ,
had unfailingly ,
tenderly expressed

With an arm wound
Securely about her neck
I decided,there and then
What the heck


As my sister called out
to Big Mama
 these words I'll never regret
  As I echoed them back into her ear.....Mama is the soup hot yet?

The love I have
for my sister
has always gone
Well and above

My sole experience
till my own
Children came
Of   unadulterated love

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I Get It

Empathic..... Taking on the pain
Of another as though
It bares your name 

Finding relationships
Wearing as you carry
Not only your load ,but theirs and the daily payload(to capacity)

Needing to isolate
to reboot as it were
from continuous energy bombardment and drain

Reaching out to comfort
The grieving
And your own heart literally aches

Dealing with those
Who live to greedily
Prey on others


Feeling emotional
Physical
Psychological pain on the daily

It's like chicken man,it's everywhere ,it's everywhere
Hope you still
Remember that guy


Wanting to help
And given the side eye
for my trouble

Intuitively knowing
What I'd
Just as soon not


Seeing the world
In
Technicolor and surround sound(full volumn) especially hateful words


Resulting in seeing IT
As both 
blessing and curse

Whichever it is
It's mine
I own it


Lock ,stock ,and predators
It's all
I've ever known

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Adventures In Childrearing

Mad Max and the Thunderdome
 Matinee at the brand new  cine
money for tickets but little else
Indeed we had not any

my purse the repository 
Each a burger and coke
finding the theater empty
Look it's ours,in union spoke

Finding a tier of few chairs 
Simultaneously we plopped
Only to find them unbolted to floor
As our secreted foodstuffs we dropped

Onions flagrantly scenting the air
Our toes to the ceiling
Without any flair
cans of coke rolling away without care 

Hurriedly jumping to feet
Scrambling contraband to secrete
Cat back in the bag before usher arrived
Offering free popcorn, SAAWEET.

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Three Camels and a Whore

Three camels and
A whore
Worked the desert
In the heat of the midday sun

Tanned and sinewy
Plying their trade
Sleeping in 
the chill when done

Transporting goods
 Or transporting men
To them it was all the same

Never looking for more
Than the minimum wage
For something,or someone
To blame

Taking it all upon themselves
the weight of the world as a song
Carrying the sins or the goods therein
they solemnly plodded along