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LIMBO
There is a silence deep
still and hidden
all truth forbidden
to my soul
my heart pretending
not to fear.
and my mind suffers
from the knowing
which I must endure.
If the sun rises
into your eyes
and the cheek,
if the super moon
still sends out its
beams of light,
if rain drops
wash your weariness,
while gently you
caress the clouds,
if the rainbow with
colors paints
your hazy days
and the world's,
why should you still pale?
She One
What a beauty she
Such beauty friend
is rarely found
the world
I have gone around
she soothes the mind
and speaks of soul
who would even dare
to think of her as a whole
adore her angelic beauty
she will love it more
than the vile eyes who glare
galore
and
she fears to dare
as she shudders more
such inspiration comes to me
a romantic poet that I so be
such marvelous
creation of Almighty
is not to devour
but to enjoy by the hour...
It's a world of business
the work ethic edges us
the people in the background
fade into the pale walls
nonchalant transactions
It's OK as long as you
earn a buck for yourself
even if it's off someone
else's back
The circus act of devouring
lions going through hoops
of flames or the magicians
doing disappearing acts
the fat lady in the freak show
making us glad we're not there
An inexplicable start
an inexplicable end
the two flagpoles
that mark
an enigmatic journey
Lie soft
and unhindered
untainted
and submissive
for the upward spiral
of a tiny white serpent
Yielding to its
benign
and delicate touch
the lotus flower
opens to receive
the light of a million
stars
You are no more
what you thought
you were
You are
the stream
that got lost to a river
you are the river
that got lost to the ocean
From the vileness of a woman's heart,
treachery shows its face again,
threatening to tear my soul apart
when kindness begets pain
Alas, heartbreak has been my old friend
whom I've embraced as a challenge
I won't deny the sting of its bite
but with a stubborn will, I remain,
unbroken.
Oh sir, nice to meet you
I see you chose
The weekly-unlimited option
I’m truly excited
What’s our schedule like today?
Are we starting downtown?
Going to the museums?
How about we head uptown
For some fine sea-side dining
I don’t want to state the obvious
But you are bending me! Ouch!
Let me tell you my friend the Gatekeeper
He’s a bit overprotective
So straighten me out
And we can get this train
Out of the station!
(for Jennien)
Masses of people rush by me
like large waves of oil spilled sea
crashing into the streets of tomorrow.
I look to their eyes only to see
a disc spinning like and old 45
that keeps bumping and skipping at the end
and
Random patterns dot the duff
with sun and shade this autumn morn.
This new area is steep and rough.
Stay or leave? My thoughts are torn.
Huge water oaks bid me proceed,
these monarchs of such middling seed,
whose leaves and mast cover the ground,
ball bearing acorns, slick leaves all around.
And this hill is not that steep,
my staff is wielded in firm grip.
last thoughts right before I slip.
Love makes friendships grow
In the span of a few years
When poets unite.
Love covers imperfections
Strengthens touch or word spoken.