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Best Poems Written by C.L. Baker

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The Sock

I saw it there in the road: A sock!
How, thought I, had it come there to be?
Did it endeavor to escape a foot?
Discarded and black as the blackest soot.
Yet now it's found to be in front of me?

This will not do; This never knowing.
Investigation! I must insist.
Immediately my day has to stop.
Following this crumb that had come to drop
I halted the traffic who were now pissed.

Approach did I, all the horns ablaze.
Undeterred, I cried out "No never!"
But soon felt I anything but smitten 
To retrieve not a sock but a mitten.  
Another disaster altogether.

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The Walking Man

The walking man walks with no place to go,
Head tucked down with his eyes lookin' low.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


He's seen it all, lived the wars out there.
Now he's blowing around like a leaf in the air.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


So it's you and me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be.


He's tired and warn like a piece of coal,
But he could light the city with the light in his soul.
We gotta reach out 
We gotta hold his hand
We gotta reach out 
To the walking man


Walking man don't mean no harm he don't mean to lie.  
He's just one careless face from a way to die, a way to fly, to say goodbye…..


Because it's you an me and the walking man makes three;
Such a better number to be
©2013C.LBaker

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Chasing a Dream

To what end can I chase a dream
You know it would seem 
To be insane…………
Never knowing what's real but still feeling the pain

I can reach for the flowers in bloom 
But they're all consumed
The fires' to deep - I just wish I could sleep

I look to the moon for answers but she just smiles
I don't have a clue - I've got too many miles

To what end can I chase a dream 
You know it would seem 
To be insane…………
Never knowing what's real but still feeling the pain

I cry out in the night - but the echo hurts me
It breaks me down into broken dreams
I run for the door but its no longer open - to me
I cover my eyes...... but still I can see

To what end can I chase a dream 
You know it would seem 
To be insane…………
Never knowing what's real but still feeling the pain

©2013C.L.Baker

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The Journey

I'm on a journey now,
Destination unknown,
Into the world outside my home;
A path the sun has never shown 

I' won't be there so soon,
It's gonna take a little while;
Like the distance to the moon
But can't be measured by the mile

Through the winds of neptune I try to see,
Barefoot across the burning ground.
Keep moving on that's the key
To keep my bones from being found

Across the oceans of this world
I swim the distance with a salty tongue.
I fight against the curl.
Upon my muse my fate is hung.
C.L.Baker©2013

There's nothing such as time.
This journey's ending soon. 
I see the final stretch to climb
In the shadows of the moon.

I came so far from all I'd known. 
Through misty shores I see what's true.
I've found another home.
I journeyed here for you

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In Time She Wakes

In time she wakes; I, the the sun, that kisses her face. 
No lies or disguise, just the radiant reflection of African skies on the rise in her eyes.
Beauty unmistakable, incredible, unforgettable;
My eyes drink the scene until I'm full. 
Her hair, her face, that skin, where to begin? 
So smooth the soft surfaces surrounded and swirled in swirling sheets that keeps my amber bright morning light tight in her sight. 
She can't quite fight the bite to ignite with all her might. 
Yet before the day slips away she'll sway and play in Plettenberg bay. 
And from her lips drips the sips from oceans where now sleep the ships and slips of men that crashed and smashed from sirens singing and calling out their longing and wanting so haunting - the sound spilling from that same coy style of a Mona Lisa smile. 
She wants to linger on but horizons blue, orange, yellow and red hint of bed instead it must be said. 
Soon to the night she'll wed but before that rest she shares her shape in shadows on the shore. 
A dance does she once again as I gaze with the last blaze of my rays across the waves, 
until again, through the morning haze, I'll wake her just to see her eyes kiss the skies that light up from the light in my eyes. 
For she is my earth, my world, my purpose, I am her sun. 
This breathing circle, this vision, no dark nightly dream would it seem could ever forever our helix make undone.

C.L.Baker©2013

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Clawing, Scratching, Screaming

Clawing, scratching, screaming
A heart's endless scheming
Can you hear me? No!
Can you feel me? No more!
Do you see the pain drip from my eyes to the floor?
Remember my taste?
Oh what a waste.
I can't un-remember anymore.
Look to my hands, see their desire;
Choking out words to quell their fire.
Nails dig in and drag
Breaking a cracker's crack!
You never looked in only looked back.
Jump, dance, run, fall
I will some lifetime from now
Smash this wall.
Never again but that's not true.
I'll live this, the longest death
Every time I think of you.

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The Weeping

And so begins the weeping,
The weeping that comes in waves;
Waves that crash in evening tide
To begin the sorrows fade.
And yet in sorrow I sit,
Melancholy under night;
Night whose air reminds me still
That remembrance is the light.
And who shall be the teller,
The meter for this old song?
Sung in whispers meant for none,
Save for those who may belong.
On air and breeze cries carry,
Yet alone they reach the sea.
And I endure their telling 
As the waves crash over me.

C.L.Baker©2013

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To Die

Don't cry for me, I've only just died. And yes, I know you tried and tried
But the life ends and hearts do mend. Now I'm the atoms that war and love can never defend.
A universe spinning all around and now I'm home, I'm found.
Its the pain that goes away for me but I'm not a forgotten memory, don't you see?
It's all around us that life is a gift but the death is the return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.
So reject the pain and celebrate with me for my death, like yours will be, was a certainty.
But not of lost life but of the chance to be free. Not now but you'll one day agree.  So lay aside the regret don't fret the time is now for livin' and later comes the dyin' but please no cryin' Let the tears be for you not for me that one day you too can become free in the dust, in the air and travel everywhere without a care while mourners stare and enemies glare.
To Die is no dream it's a return to the love in the universe and beyond - Beyond the burn and concern of the world and the horrors that are done in turn.

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What Is a Tear

What's this banging? And once again more.
Is the purpose of a tear to open the soul's door?