Tuesday, July 20, 2021

Poem I wrote

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DOWN BY THE RIVER



If the river was whiskey


And you were a diving duck 


You'd dive in the river


And never would come up


While I stand on the shore


A co-dependent clown


Waiting to see


If you will swim or drown

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Thursday, July 15, 2021

Poem I wrote

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DUST TO DUST



I have abandoned altars


Where once I worshipped devoutly


But now those gods are dead


Their shrines covered in dust


The candles unlit, the silver tarnished


The place where I once stood in reverence


Empty 


My mind has flown like a dove


To find more fertile lands



Tuesday, July 13, 2021

Poem I wrote

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SQUANDERED - STEP ONE



When should he give up?


Raise his white flag in surrender


When should he admit defeat?


His best efforts have utterly failed


His good intentions were all in vain


The silence when he asks for answers


Is deafening


The veil of self-deception has been lifted


From eyes full of pain and confusion 


His substance squandered


Betrayed by a Judas kiss


Abandoned by the stranger in the mirror


He waits, for death or rebirth


Standing at the fork in the road



Tuesday, June 29, 2021

Poem I wrote

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TOTALLY TUBULAR



When I eat or drink I am reminded


That I am a tube


When I look at my veins I am reminded 


That I am also filled with many tubes


I came into this world through a series


Of tubes


So perhaps it is only natural that my exit from this 


Earthly plane will be through some kind of tube


With a light at the end of it.

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Friday, June 11, 2021

Poem I wrote

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IN THE VISIBLE


Show me the witches, the mages, the sages


The wild ones with herbs and spells on their pages


Who draw down the moon with the wisdom of ages


Come, show me the witches, the mages, the sages

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Thursday, May 6, 2021

Poem I wrote

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UNSPOKEN



The language of flowers, the language of crows


The language of rustling leaves


Nobody knows


I hear them talking, they whisper to me


The ancient childhood  storyland


Where my heart is always free

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Wednesday, April 21, 2021

Poem I wrote

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THE DEEP



As we talked our conversation drifted 

Further and further out 

To where the water got choppy

Away from the place where talk was safe

We ventured out, talking from our hearts

Revealing our truths, showing our wounded souls

Until I could not see the familiar curve of land



Now we were in the deep waters

Dark, filled with the shapes of monsters

Dangerous waters, cold as death

As impenetrable as evil,  black with sin 

Yet - I knew we would not perish out here

Not be driven mad, not drown in sorrow,

Not be swallowed up by the past

That we would return safely to shore

Because I have been out here many times

And I know the way back. 

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