Poetry

Innocence of desire

The innocence of desire Without regret Without inspiring Doubt or pain Childlike wanting Of love and joy To build you up And help you grow. The innocence of desire That pulls you in To her gravity Of purpose and poignant form With nothing in reserve To hold you up If it all turns to Turpentine.…

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Sadness is on me

And a certain malaise That’s not quite ennui I haven’t played in days. But the day is bright And grackles are talking I just can’t see the light In everyone’s squawking while walking So I sit in the shade Kept safe from the sun Wondering why I’ve lost sight Of the one who’s begun to…

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Olga was very brave

The boy of five said to the reporterAbout his companionOn the great adventure. I imagine his mother, talking to her childrenAfraid for their safetyBut certain of the choice to flee. “Just like the movies, Aleskii.We’ll race through the streets in a car.And run across fields.And hide in ditches while the enemy passesNot everyone will make…

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Art

Artists are mediumsThat carry the spirit of the ageFrom light to darkMoving through the tearsLike the hand of God If photography is deathLife is artBoundless by realityPaint what is really thereIn perpetuity.

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Rock

The rock can hold you down But keeps you steady A firm foundation  With earthly goals And nothing new While risk is rare You find your place Is close at hand With life within reach. The rock can hold you down But never floats away A place to count on With no secrets While life…

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Teachers

Like Ann Sullivan with Helen KellerYou took a frustratedAngryDemandingObstinateTorturedWreck of a childAnd taught her to bePatient and kind. Like Henry Higgins with Eliza DoolittleYou took a courseVulgarUnkemptDisheveledBawdyWretch of an urchinAnd taught her to beGraceful enough to be wined and dined. Like Peter Pan with Wendy DarlingYou created a motherlyGentleStorytellerAdventurerAnd taught herTo dance and sing and…

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And yet we try

We believe we can control And change the way we feel Delay it to another hour Adapt it to another need. Loose it for another day Find it just before the meeting’s meal. But our feelings won’t obey our mind Or follow in our planned design They carry us beyond our dreams And invade our…

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How sad

How sad Not to have What I had

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Hospice

You know you have days Or weeks Or months Left But there’s still a heart beating A brain working And you are still moving. But you feel dead inside. So its a relief When he smothers you with a pillow. But it’s still over. And sad.

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Cuts

No one seesAll of meLike you do And when you sayI’m not enoughIt cuts through Me like a saberTaking part of meBut you’re my father

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