My son, if the moon
could talk to the sun, what do
you think she would say?
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“You light up my life,
give me hope to carry on,
and you fill my nights with song.”
Month: September 2015
Only Then
If the proof is in
the pudding, is it fifty,
or sixty, or older still?
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At whatever age
we are, the test of any
pudding comes with the eating.
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Peircing Gaze and Razor Pen
What draws a poet
to look both at and beyond
the ordinary?
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Longing deep enough
to strip away the surface;
endless search for hidden truth.
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Elective Matters
Is the problem with
running, knowing when to start
or, more likely, when to quit?
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To run or not to
run lies at the very heart
of this elective matter.
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A Two Headed Dragon
When temptation rears
its seductive head, how do
we go about keeping ours?
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Relax. All’s not lost.
That ugly, hungry, head might
be creation’s crown instead.
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Burned Out
What is one to do
when the universe calls for
steam but all the wood is burnt?
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This is what happens
when the universe calls and
we and the wood are burned out.
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Ways and Means
Which is easier:
to go with the flow or nod
and appear to know?
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Neither the dead fish
nor the bobble-headed doll
are finding much wisdom.
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Simply True
Is there anything
simpler than wanting ease
that’s harder to get?
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Wanting is simple;
getting hardly ever is –
a simple, uneasy truth.
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Simple Gifts
When simplicity
is not so simple, why not
go for multiplicity?
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Simplicity is
simple! You simply have to
labor for its creation.
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Eyes To See
Does the cult of fame
serve more as an indictment
of the famous or of us?
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Blind worship cannot
serve either the worshiped or
the worshiper well.
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Unanswered Question
When real issues go
ignored and lies unchallenged,
what happens to a nation?
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The state of nations
rests in the quite able hands
of its honest citizens.
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Extended Relief
When the pain rises,
like mad sparks, shocking vision,
where can relief’s glimmer be?
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I’ve heard when one’s heart
also opens to the pain
of others, relief can come.
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Assessing Obsolescence
How do we shift gears
when we’re stuck in park and can’t
seem to get moving?
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Perhaps shifting gears
is simply insufficient.
Maybe we need to switch cars.
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Eye Of The Beholder
Would you call manic,
that reckless fool, who’s surfing
this hurricane’s jagged break?
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He’s the one who’d call
us comfort-loving fools. Who’s
to say where the real truth lies?
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Riding the Storm Out
After we’ve taken
a fall, how best to cope with
the waves of feeling?
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Just wave them good-bye.
Although they may rock us now,
they are on their way elsewhere.
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The Sixty-four-Thousand Dollar Question
Can capital learn
the hard lessons of labor,
or must they labor in vain?
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The question persists:
do we have the capital
to acknowledge labor’s gifts?
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Hidden Produce
Is it possible
to glean anything of worth
from a fallow field?
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The worth hiding in
fallow fields, is found within
the calm of resting soil.
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Coarse Correction
When good works fall prey
to baser human actions,
how, again, to find our way?
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It all begins when
we’re willing to see the truth
and change course from there.
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Opium of the Masses
When it’s night and storms
fill the sky, are poets born,
or tellers of horror tales?
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From each according
to ability and need
of the audience!
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Fortune’s Favor
When the last grain falls,
the ticking clock is silent,
how will your beat carry on?
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Fortune favored me.
My children are poets, not
dead beats, so the song goes on
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Unknown Turnings
How many roads must
we go down before we find
our way back to each other?
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Just keep on driving.
We may not meet on the way
but at the destination.
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Curiously
After spending time
With grandkids in museums,
Any insights or musings ?
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Curiously, they
were more interested than I.
Evolution must exist.
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A Divine Collect
How can we insure
with each passing year, we’ll grow
wiser, more compassionate?
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We must be like gods:
hearts open, desires known,
from ourselves no secrets hid.
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Subjected
Like Henri Michaux,
poets should write what they know,
so what will be your subject?
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Sassy sons who plague
their mothers with questions such
as this is what I know best.
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Habituation
Even though we know
nothing is permanent, what
is it that makes change so hard
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Taking a new road
always seems to take more time
than the old, well traveled path.
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Secrets
When secrets are hid,
could it be best they stay so,
or must they all be revealed?
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It’s no secret that
we wish complex questions such
as these had simple answers.
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Shocking Truths
Why is it so hard
sometimes to be clear what is
wheat and what is chaff?
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The tooth always knows.
The art lies in saving teeth
the shock of letting us know.
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Running Hot And Cold
As days shorten and
weather cools, how long before
we miss the heat of summer?
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When it grows cold and
we lose electricity,
you can bet we’ll miss the heat.
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Body Surfing Stormy Seas
As the winds of change
ripple across the surface
of our lives, should we dive deep?
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To dive or to leap-
questions pondered by all who
play in ever changing waves.
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Profit and Loss
At what cost, writing?
And at what price is meaning
when sacrificed to profit?
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Writers profit by
finding meaning and pleasure
in the words that come their way.
Mondo Sedoka 