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No sleep
One revision after
another
Publisher
demands-too
demanding
TIRED
My last nail broke
My last pen ran out
of ink
My last pad - my
last sheet!
My keyboard sucks
My monitor's dim
Can't see for
yawning
Words,
words,
words in my head
I'm done I said
My last nerve!
Going to
bed
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Second Wind
- where are you?
If I slow down, will
you catch up?
Can't stop
Afraid to stop
Must go on
Find me - before I
drop!
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Deep within the cavity chest
You’ll find its striding place
Safely tucked away
To live once more – each day:
to note the passing seasons
autumn’s rise and fall of spring
the winter’s beast that howls
the summer’s hot, hot winds.
where there is love and fantasy
where kisses never end
where tangled sheets breathe fire
as lovers twist and bend.
in scraped knees
a howling dog at moonlight
where catfights cringe the skin.
when letters from a long, lost friend
bring tears, and sniffles, and grins.
when words fail others
when feelings are lost
where communication ends . . .
a poet’s words begin.
a poet’s heart beats fire
it beats of truth, aspires
in every face, on every land . . .
it beats fierce – with Ayer!
*Ayer (Spainsh for yesterday)
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Look not too long - the past is clear
Each step revealed
Each wake revered
Longer is the backward glance
But not with joy - perchance
If Only - comes to mind the eye - of memory
Whose sake is dry
The beating heart that knows no fear -
Has not looked long into the rear
If only we could guard our steps
Avoid the pitfalls at a glance
But no - our vision in the forward - stayed
The backward glance holds its prey!
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The
Eagle soars
With somber eyes
The Wolf Watches
And cries
The winds find her voice
Lifts it from the shadowy forest
On warm, pine scented breezes
Far above despair
She listens
No reply.
The Owl
and Buffalo join her
Sending their voices on high
Together they wait - listening
In the strange quiet
Still
No reply.
The Deer
and Fox soon join them
Their voices spiraling up and up
Carried by heather scented winds
Unseen
To places they once roamed
Freely
Forgotten days
Silenced
No
Reply.
The air
Grows quiet
As the ground hardens
Winter's chill is upon them now
The rivers and valleys
Seem vague
Not friendly
So
Still.
Separately
They take their leave - pausing
Looking back as if to say
Will we see you tomorrow
How many winters
How many springs
How many falls
Will summer bring?
The Wolf Cries
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The lines on my face draw deep the history -
within the broken walls of my heart.
How it crumbles.
So weary am I!
Hold me now - what wisdom remains of sanity -
that I too may know the peace of truth.
If only you were here to comfort me; but like
so many - you have fled the wasteland of my mind.
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Walk with me
Wander through the fields
The pathways
Beside the calm water
Listen to nature sing
Lay with me
Lie in the cool green grass
Breathe in the heather
Sigh at sunset
Drift through the stars
Sleep with me
My head on your chest
Listening to your heart beat
Listening to you breathe
Take me in your arms
Surrender
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Languid eyes surf the horizon
Bites hot the suntanned light
Drowning the parched azure ocean
Beyond the withered shore
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I cannot sleep for thoughts of you
You invade my senses - breathless
You sweep through me - unseen, yet there
Gentle upon my soul - are you
Where were you last night?
My soul aches in the ashes of memory
Every breath I breathe is yours
Take it - and let me rest
My love
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Ubiquitous beauty - the ageless
Carnivorous fantasies
Devouring mortal man
Stealing his desires
Cruel impossible liar
Timeless Celluloid Dreams
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