we don’t stay young
for long

unless words

flicker the flame
of innocence
purity
and wonder

like a stirring story
of a baby with blocks

making his own first
garbled
ecstatic
poem

with the alphabet
tracing letters
that will one day

give news
of war
yes

but a million
rebirths
too

The morning breaking fast is done
way back about nineteen sixty two.
This field now fully in the sun.
There'a a full day's work to do
in Mississippi summer's heat.

We pile out of the pickup truck
men from the cab, kids from the bed
all hoping with a bit of luck
some clouds will form to shade our heads.
but sky stays clear and blue and neat.

Love Rests

I walk the red earth, tears flow
To me who visits here knows
I stain the soil in velvet tones
Earthen brows my family holds

A mound that masks a beauty
Not your beauty but mine alone
The faces that were love to me
The warm arms that held my soul

Stretched in welcome I draw near
Never seen by mere mortals clear
There in my mind they always live
Therefore for ever they can give

THE ANGLE

The Angel reached out toward my face and said
"Dear child be free"

I turned and said "I can't I'm lost, my path
I cannot see"

"I do not know which way to turn
to stop the pain inside,
an empty spot lays in my heart
from tears that I have cried"

"I feel wore down and weak right now
from years of being strong.
Now that it's time to help myself
I'm doing it all wrong"

On land that once
Was rightly famed
For forests lush
And fields untamed
Lakes or mountains
Or swamps unnamed
Nature bursting
Unrestrained

There came some men
To blaze a trail
With key to open
The jungly jail
Over hill and
Down the vale
They forged a path
With frame unfrail

So we can get
From here to there
The house’s stoop
To market square
We’re not like birds
Through open air
But ground starts covered
With snag and snare

Good afternoon! I hope everyone is enjoying their Easter weekends. It's a catch-up weekend for me.

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Remember the rose
so remember
a rosy mirror

remember the rose
a symbol of life

Youth shrivels away
as one comes of age
I pass away from this page

Remember me as a lovely anonymity everlasting
as does a rose symbolize it
for the human being
past present and future
for generations gone and those yet to seed

the rose alone never dies
as in pages of books it always lies
as a hall mark of time
so remember
the garden of life says so
and of beauty symbolises roses

There dwells a bit of hell when love cast a bitter spell.
What do you see when you can not break free?
Perhaps it can be unchained, will we lose what we gained?
Can love be a cushion for a world untamed?
What love is in name gives a rightful claim.
So another look at my life, knowing love is a double blade knife.
The love I know is gentle and free, and always the better part of me.
Love set me free when your love was clear to see.

Time lapses again and again
into its own golden, nay diamond casket
Another angel passes by
and a new one will emerge tonight
Twilight to twilight

The winds of change as usual continue
CORRUPTION and POLLUTION still continue
they have become and are order of the day
And best of all, all Religious ones have discovered
the imprisonment of LORDS
in Mandirs and Churches and Mosques
need to be abandoned
to keep alive the modern generation