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Ina Goodling Poem
Two ravens in the summer dusk
Were, back and forth, debating
From two phone poles, loud and brusque
They kept deliberating
When one gave their rebuttal
The other answered back
But far be it from the kettle
To call the raven black
And while I stood observing
They looked at me askance
A creature undeserving
Of a simple sideways glance
On this one thing they did agree
Those two birds of a feather
And, mocking all humanity
They flew away together.
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The sun is setting in the west
While crowned in gold, the eastern crest
Stands sentry in its scrubs and sighs
Offering its sage advice
A single lizard darts about
Driven forth by searing drought
Towards healing waters beckoning
Seeking Horeb’s rocky spring
Among the endless rocks and weeds
Between regrets and sinful deeds
Above, a pale blue sky so clear
Who knew that Heaven was so near
And through it all, this wayward soul
Uprooted outcast, blindly rolls
By gentle zephyrs carried on
Comforted by desert psalms.
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If I could take it all back
Every wrong ever wrought
Every regrettable thing
Every broken wing
I'd lay it all to rest
In an unmarked plot
Over which I would plant
Quiet thyme
And no-leaf clovers
Lilies of denial
And forget-me-nows
There would be no memorial
No elegy, no eulogy
No monody, no dirge
Not even a calaverita
Unless one is desperate
Enough to count this poem
This nobituary, if you will
No lamentation
No regrets
No go-away birds
No mourning doves
Nor egrets to bear the pall
Only leave the dead featherless
Laid down without down
To comfort them
And the egrets
Stand stilted and white
As nothing
Melancholy
As marble statues
In the silk gray dusk
Like lilies on a grave.
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I told my love that we should meet
He asked me when and where
I said “At dusk, of course, my sweet.
Let’s meet up then and there.”
Yet of my love I see no trace
For the dusk is wide and vast
As I wait here in our trysting place
Alone in twilight fading fast.
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To the boy who battled dragons
In the mists of yesteryear
Did you ever imagine
That you’d be standing here?
To the man who’s made of stardust
Our brightest son and sun
Will your light shine the farthest
When all is said and done?
To the boy who built his castle
In the once-upon-a-time
On the day you turn your tassel
Did you know how bright you’d shine?
To the man who’s making history
As you light the way for others
Is it really a mystery
That I’m proud to call you brother?
*For my brother
Blake Burgess
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In this blue hour between branches
The waxing gibbous moon
Hangs like an almond blossom petal
Gleaming bright at noon
And the little tree that wreaths it
So breathtakingly blooms
That I’m inclined to float away
With this almond blossom moon.
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And now we are two otters
Set peacefully adrift
In kelp strands entwined
By anemone gardens
There is just you and me
Upon emerald waters
The simplest gift
Is your hand in mine
And I am safely harbored
From the perilous sea.
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Leave all else behind
And bring only pockets to fill
Sandals to kick off at will
And a very open mind
Collect shells and rocks
The holey ones and sacred
And pearly bits of nacre
While you collect your thoughts
Lastly, leave no trace
No sign, no mark, no clue
But let it leave its mark on you
In the sun, salt, and smile on your face.
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Somebody ought to go vacuum the moon
All the space dust is starting to show
Somebody ought to take care of it soon
For the wolves are all restless, you know
They say it’s too dingy to give a good howl
And we’re starting to get complaints from the owls
How is it that in the great “vacuum” of space
Someone still left dirty prints on its face?
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Rats! Rats! Rats!
Romping, frolicing, ruckussy rats!
Cuddly, bubbly, lovably rats!
Pestering, menacing, troublesome rats!
Rats! Rats! Rats!
Getting in your hair
Crawling through open holes
Bouncing ‘round from chair to chair
Licking leftover food out of bowls
Tickling, bothersome
Pickling, lothersome
Just plain nuisancy
RATS!
*I wrote this poem at the age of 12 and I want to share it here in honor of World Rat Day (April 4)
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