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
Poetry
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?
~
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
~
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.
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Poetic Ticket
Poetic license?
Can just anyone get one
or only poets?
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Poetic license
is free to every writer,
yet all freedom has a price.
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License to Bloom?
Should we consider
the thoughts of blooming lilies
as base poetic license?
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Perhaps not the thoughts
of lilies but the thoughts of
my blooming fellow poet…
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Blooming Lilies
When you consider
the lilies of the field, what
might you ask? What might you learn?
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Why do you bloom here,
this inhospitable place?
Why, in sorrow, beauty blooms.
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Real Magic
When things look darkest,
what high magic do you cast
to illuminate your path?
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The magic of friends’
listening ears and caring
hearts brightens the darkest path.
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Legislating Nature
When even Einstein
says knowledge must be paired with
thoughtful care, who can argue?
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Wise fools and con men
leap immediately forth,
along with politicians.
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Tender Testaments
And what are these aches?
Pains to plague remaining days?
Trophies of bygone triumphs?
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Tender testaments,
these aches and pains – trophies that
only the living can hold.
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Sequential Thresholds
Now that you’ve passed through
fifty’s door what have
you found on the other side?
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Mostly, more of the
same that greeted forty’s door,
except with more aches and pains.
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Eyes Of The Beholder
When our children stand
to toddle away, do we
chase after or watch them go?
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Where we see toddlers
they see young adults who wish
we’d see their maturity.
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Seeking Structure
Should we abandon
these questions about questions
and go looking for some rhymes?
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Like rhymes, our reasons
for asking all these questions;
to chime the passing seasons.
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Eternal Hubris
And not only that,
why do we provide answers
for unasked questions?
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That answer is easy.
Our vanity compels us
to scatter our thoughts widely.
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Eternal Quest
Related question:
Why do we ask those questions
to which we don’t want answers?
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We do want answers,
but only the kind that are
music to our ears.
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A Seeker’s Lament
Why do we humans
insist on asking questions
that have no answers?
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All answers exist,
even if we lack the means
to ask the question clearly.
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Multiple Choice
When the rising sun
pierces the hazy morning,
why must we rise to meet it?
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To rise or not to
rise? If that’s the question, I’ll
have to go with rise.
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Labors of Love
Just this once, couldn’t
pesky weeds and fast growing
grass take a vacation too?
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They would not wish to
rob us of our secret joy;
the zen state of garden care.
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Familiarity
And so we return
to the old familiar grind.
Why do we rejoice?
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It’s strange, isn’t it,
how familiiarity
sometimes breeds content.
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Homely Welcome
Can anything beat
being welcomed home by tail
wagging, joyous pets?
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A silent evening,
perhaps? Or maybe just an
old, familiar bed?
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Worth A Try
Weekend’s arrival;
Does it presage promise of
toil or tranquility?
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Wouldn’t it be great,
if toil it is, we could
do so with tranquility?
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Preserving Gain
How best to handle
the inevitable surge
of work when vacation ends?
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Just buckle down and
put your nose to the grindstone?
Or, just take another week!
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A Balanced Approch
What is the shortest
path to equanimity
on rainy days at the beach?
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Lithium, of course
is lickity split, but beer,
in a pinch, will turn the trick.
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