Unenclosed
Fine lines
Passing through time,
Invisible features
Outside of the mind.
The door has a frame,
The house a roof;
Man craves description as purest proof -
At the core of it all: desire wondering...
does God have a name?
So go out, to the ends of the earth,
Pull the nails, and pick the locks -
With words travelled well, find...
God was never in the box.
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Drunken Dancing Fish
An old man fishing
Sat all day in his boat
Drinking beer
Watching the bobber float
Perhaps it was the alcohol
Or the rocking to and fro
But he swore he saw
A fish come up and dance a do si do!
So quickly
It was gone
But the staggering effect of it
Like a hangover, lingered on long
He sold the boat
And gave up beer
Now he drinks ginger ale
And only hunts deer
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Autumn's March
At sunset the sky rebels
into gray.
The clouds become stained
with orange, fighting the approaching dark.
The dark will win - temporarily -
and the days will march single file
off on the wings of autumn,
barefoot and happy, heading towards heaven.
And I,
I shall sit gently watching it all pass by.
Awaiting my time,
to quietly follow,
these marching end of days.
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Understanding
When I think of the ones
Whom many have said
Are the enemy,
I ponder that great coming day
When the lion and the lamb together
Shall ever friends be,
Where at the foot of God
We all shall side by side sit
One to another
The complete amalgamation
Of sisters and brothers,
There, finally, shall I clearly see:
How so very much I look like them...
And they like me.
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Lack of Vision
A nature walk
late in the year
left me thinking I should've known better
than to beleive I had nothing to fear
from the fickle northern weather -
My glasses
covered with rain drops
protect my eyes
while looking up for tops
amongst the distant skies -
All the same
the grand view I long to see
fails to show...
the rain doesn't bother me,
I just can't see past all the falling snow!
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Nada Mas (only the poem)
Reader, your voice is the poem
you are the words; and
nothing more.
Reader, there is no poetry
unless you speak it.
Reader, there is no sound
you must find what it has to say.
Reader, seek the thought
rising from your soul.
Reader, look all about you, up and down
no one else has come this way.
Reader, there is no other poem
only you among the words of the word; and
nothing more.
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Keep the Fire Going
Attracted by the glow
Strangers come and go,
Holding momentarily the warmth, never really knowing,
They, have kept the fire going.
Where I go
We all are going;
Along the way
I'll do my share to keep the light glowing.
Come onward to my hills, woods and open air
Sit by my fire with your stories to share,
Tales to tell, of life onward flowing;
Together we shall keep the fire going.
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Waves
From where come the waves
That beg and foam,
Call and plead
Rolling on never alone -
The sound and soul
Of the eternal sea,
In the spray upon the air
Come to fill a depth deep within me -
I hear and smell,
And become known;
Yet, knowing not the mystical
Flowing always, onward home -
Is this all in the great waters,
Or simply in how I see;
Are the waves the ocean
Or are the waves me?
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A Poem, A Friend
You stumble out of
The cold, blowing world -
Into the warmth and comfort of a poem;
It fills your soul with the sweet aroma
Of being welcomed... welcomed back where you always belong.
You feel that you have arrived somewhere special, as
It wraps loving Words all about you;
The joy and serenity of an old friend,
So dear and so true,
The peace and satisfaction of returning home... once again.
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Waters of Change
Here we stand now
On the edge of the dark-blue sea,
I'm saying goodbye to you
You're saying goodbye to me.
Gray clouds linger
Overhead,
Waving goodbye to a lost love
That's dead.
Cast our hearts
Out upon the churning waters,
They won't return this time
There's just not enough left that truly matters.
You alone in your boat
And me in mine,
Drifting away
On these deep waters of changing times.
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