On a bright, sunny
day what causes some folks’ thoughts
to turn toward the gray?
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Sadly, some people
see not light in their spirit
nor beauty in their mirror.
On a bright, sunny
day what causes some folks’ thoughts
to turn toward the gray?
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Sadly, some people
see not light in their spirit
nor beauty in their mirror.
Could it be, that we
write ’cause we can’t draw a tree
and ’cause we can’t hit high C?
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Why we write remains
a mystery. For some it’s
a simple necessity.
How bad can a day
that begins with tangerine
clouds turn out to be?
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Tangerine trees and
marmalade skies made good days
for John, Paul, George, and Ringo!
Given a whole world
full of wonders and mentors,
what will be your muse?
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The world is my muse,
my amusement, my koan,
and my temporary home.
If you were going
to St Ives, how many folks
would you likely meet?
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Seeking quality
I would like to meet only
Cornwall’s Grand Bard, Mick Paynter.
Why must our journey
so often lead us into
these grim and marshy places?
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Though our journeys lead
through beauty, it’s the grim we
tend to remember.
How best to travel
when the way is dark and we
have lost both our will and our way?
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Wallowing blindly,
enduring the tract less void
may be part of the journey.
And in leave taking,
what responsibility
do we owe to those we leave?
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Hard questions like these
have no easy answers, but
love will help us address them.
When wracked with pain
insurmountable, is an
exit plan permissible?
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Whether suffering
or not, we should all ponder
how we’d prefer to leave this life.
Does father really
know best or does mother just
let him think he does?
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Neither Father nor
Mother know as much as they
believe. Ignorance is bliss.
When shooting the moon,
Should you lead your target or
Just aim high and say a prayer?
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In the game of hearts,
it’s all in the hand you’ve been
dealt and how you play your cards.
If cows jump over
moons, what is left for us mere
mortals to attempt?
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Teach cats to fiddle,
and the little dog to laugh,
or tableware elopement?
When hunger rumbles
deep within our starving souls,
what repast will fill the void?
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When the soul hungers
the divine rejoices to
have a chance to fill the void.
If you were planning
a menu for a full life,
what would you include?
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A meaty vocation,
an aged vintage romance,
and some salty memories.
A warm loaf of bread,
a cool jug of wine and thou…
Did Khayyám miss anything?
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A bit of heaven
such as this needs only deep
gratitude to be complete.
Is there anything
better than a golden end
to a rain soaked day?
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A golden Lager
and tropical cabana
might win by a nose…
Considering meals,
is it quality food or
company that makes the day?
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Even quality
food turns to mush when we dine
with company less sublime.
Is it better to
sup with jays or eat crow? – a
major question of our times
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A meal with either;
Heaven for the introvert.
No burdensome social noise!
Why do we struggle
to control actions beyond
us before we leash our own?
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To control or not
to control – what, when and how –
those are the questions.
When frustration rules
and patience flees, how can we
regain our own sovereignty ?
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What is sovereignty?
Freedom to choose? Or control?
Control is an illusion!
Is it a comfort,
when viewing the road ahead,
that we’ve gotten where we are?
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It all depends on
whether we are behind bars
or walking free.
When we so yearn for
solid ground, what will help us
on this uneven terrain?
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For a species born
in trees, unused to ground,
surely comfort can be found.
When facing a fight
will weapons and wits win us
wars or weave us worse worries?
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First we must learn what’s
worth fighting for and then do
our best to win without war.
So, all in all what
would you say to those who think
pens are mightier than swords?
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Swords might cut or kill
but mighty pens might heal, which
simple swords might never do.
Writing may help fill
our spiritual void;
what else might it accomplish?
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Writing can also
empty our ego as we
struggle to give the void form.
What more can be said
by orators or poets
that hasn’t been said before?
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As much can be said
as can be seen and be felt.
Thus is poetry’s power.
If we just follow
the faith deep within our hearts,
can we not find paths to peace?
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Ah, but there’s the rub.
We must first find the time to
meet the faith that lies within.
What can the world’s faiths
teach us when they seem at such
odds with each other?
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They may speak their truth,
these Rabbis, Imams and Priests,
but true faith, dwells within.
And while we’re looking
beyond obvious meanings,
what’s up with the nightly news?
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Whether night or day,
the news, though changing, remains
the same -some good, mostly bad.
Do you really think
Jack and Jill went up that hill
to fetch a pail of water?
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It seems more likely
they struggled up that slope
to flee an older sibling!