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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
Blind worship cannot
serve either the worshiped or
the worshiper well.
