When our hearts shatter
Into shards of grief and loss,
how can we mend the tatters?
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To mend our shattered
hearts we must be given love
enough and unhurried time.
Poetry
Rage against the Indifferent Omnipotent
When we’ve prepared for
hurricanes that don’t hit, why
is there some disappointment?
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Do we, secretly,
long to shout defiant rage
into some almighty’s face?
In Good Time
When sorrow’s sodden
wrap envelopes soggy souls,
What rekindled their fire?
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Knowing that they’ll be
given warmth and love and not
be hung out to dry.
Time Trials
When we know taking
our time matters, why do we
race against the clock?
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The true trick lies in
taking time for what matters
and using that time wisely.
Wrecked But Not Ruined
When furious winds
fly havoc ’round our spirits,
Who picks up the scattered wrack?
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Picking up always
seems to fall to those lucky
enough to survive and care.
Amusing Musing on Muses
Now that October
has burst upon the scene,
who’s changing the props?
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“All the world’s a stage,
the people merely players”…
Props and poems? Thalia!
Really?!
I mean, lemons
are fine and all, but really!
When will enough be enough?
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Endless supply of lemons,
prospect of perpetual
lemonade – life’s full bounty
Beholding the Shadows
What makes it so hard
to look beneath the hard ground
of anger and see the fear?
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For many, anger
is a well worn shoe, but fear
too terrifying to behold.
Do’s and Don’ts
What else can we do
with life’s bushel of lemons
besides making lemonade?
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What we shouldn’t do
is swallow them whole or hurl
them at passersby.
A Pleasure to Meet You
If one finally found
oneself, what would you suggest
one do with what’s found?
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A quiet tea time
reflection is a great way
to deepen a new friendship.
A Warm Greeting
As the weather cools
and Autumn showers fall, how
shall we greet this season’s call?
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Gathered together,
we’ll greet the season with
joy and thanksgiving.
The Heart of Darkness
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.”
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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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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?
~
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!
Mondo Sedoka 