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John Trainer Poem
See the people watcher
Still as a mantis
Endless ambient sounds, unidentifiable
Does not prevent his gaze
He studies her eyes; her smile
And undresses her mind
The watcher finds himself
Transfigured
Her thoughts are not easily uncovered
A coffin, sealed; undefiled
The watcher will only find him,
Looking out as he looks in
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Vainly I stand before you
Waiting for an utterance
Any word of understanding
But these are days of famine
The honeysuckle flow of verse,
And kindness has abandoned
No words can repair this ruin
Too late, too late, to wait
My memory of you will fade
Yours of me will never be
And thus is another chapter
Of broken dreams and lost love
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ebola
condemned, invisible
frightening, menacing, terrifying
hope is seeing light in the darkness
hemorrhage
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I see you creeping in the night
Ephemeral spirit that haunts my darkness
And lurks within my shadow
A silent whisper in my ear
Cast your lot with me,
And see the riches I will adorn thee with
I see you skulking in the morning light
Ephemeral spirit that haunts my day
It’s harder to see you in the blackness of my shadow
But I can hear your distant whisper
Join my legions,
And enjoy the camaraderie of kindred spirits
I tell you, I am but a solitary man
Capable of withstanding the allure
My rewards will come through enlightenment
And not from a whisper
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Soul
Alive, astir
Gliding, enshroud, obscure
Awaken my tormented soul
Nomad
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I gave birth to a thought today
A shiny little supposition
It wept about all the possibilities
Endless creativity
Directionless refractivity
Like protons racing around an atom blaster
My thoughts began to multiply
It was the Big Bang of my Universe
Then I heard the voice of an angel
Say, “Daddy, this is my science project.”
And now the birth of a thought
Gave birth to a Black Hole
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A forceful pace, it's not a race,
When reading just for pleasure;
Your book is due, you never knew,
More time is what you treasure;
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I have a memory of those days
In Maine, with crashing coastal waves
When reading was a future right
Mom read, “Blueberries for Sal” at night
And that huge nameless tree in the field
At dark, a dinosaur concealed
Walking a stray black cat with a string
That ran up a tree and could not cling
Mom had to climb that tree, pregnant
And retrieve the remains and remnants
I remember those days, quite well
And the fake Christmas tree smell
The revolving multi colored light
That lit our fake tree until Twelfth night
In Maine there is snow, whiter than white
And memories that induce me to recite
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The cornstalks vanished overnight
Shaven fields once flowing, green and gold
Now Dad’s evening whisker stubble
Ghost limbs of the cornfield
Flocks of nomadic Ravens
Feast on the invisible
And scowl with those empty black eyes
Impervious to man’s judgment
And I think,
There is nothing as beautiful
Than the first snow on a barren field
Shadows playing with the evening light
And dance among the vacant mounds
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Ragged stone cliffs frame a wanting sea
The podium of black moods
Grounds of final thoughts
The twenty second swan dive
There are easier ways
I’ve been falling for fifty years
And the bottom seems no closer
I can slow the descent with outstretched arms
A type of crucifixion without the nails and sin
You have no idea what goes through a mind in free fall
There is no reminiscence, only now
And still I hear it said that there’s someone in a darker place
I know; I passed her on the way down
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