smiles
shiny glints of sunlight
the smell of coffee
starting the day, rustle of newspaper
giggles
fluffy pillows and bed
thick blankets on our skin
a soft sea breeze through the curtain
peace
sounds of children down the hall
young birds in a summer tree
pure cloud of relaxation hover over me
wishes
pictured here and in my mind
keep me alive through each day
and to make this all true I’ll find a way
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In a closet all a musty
lived a spider couple lusty
Each grin and wink a flirt
a silly twinkle chest a pert
Sixteen hands adjoined as one
sixteen eyes engaged for fun
All little hairy private parts
pounding loudly as their hearts
And along with buggy little moans
and creepy crawly little groans
A million tiny egg-like critters
are created in an arachnid litter
As the happy couple tired rests
smoking many little cigarettes
The lady spider sneered across the bed
grabbed her lover and ate his head
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a midsummer spell
sage
rosemary
parsley
and pine
a solstice seashell
mint
mistletoe
heather
and tyme
icewater diamond
green grass
ruby
topaz
and gold
rustling breeze on
long days
garnet
silver
from old
a love rekindled
in morning sun
diamond
amber
a love story
spring’s first test
leads to summer
heat
storms
and love’s glory
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I’m not worthy
to catch the sun
and feel the wind
and run awake
in a twirling spin
I’m not worthy
to feel this way
the way I do
like the world
stops turning with you
I’m a bit confused
and dizzy and lost
and hope too much
for something far
from my spanning touch
I’m a bit confused
with my feelings now
but I’ll get by
I always do too
with a shrug or cry
I choose to be numb
it will hurt less
and slow my drives
stifle my fancy
simplify the lives
I choose to be numb
though I hate it
but I can’t daze
the situation
through passion’s haze
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Now in total rest, breathing softly from the chest
We dream in deep passions, in coma fashions
In fluffy clouds of silver, stardust fallout to deliver
Rolling mental thrill, our bodies torpidly still
What secrets our brain can tell, what mystic hell
What sparkly rays of tin, that sprays within
Against that velvet canvas of our mind’s habits
Will expose us to inner worlds, to our hidden swirls
To our secrets and regrets, hauntings and dreads
And seeing this inside our head, and that being said
Will we also discover delight, and graceful flight
Through all our happy memories, past diaries
And onto superhuman duties, with toga wearing beauties
Take us in our arms, soothing us from harms
And all the waking burdens, daylight’s outer curtains
That are exposed to all, may doom us to fall
To sleep again, and maybe to dream again
Our blessed little theater, tucked lucidly in our head
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Why do tears taste salty
they contain the oceans of our fears
Why does solitude sound quiet
so we can hear our falling tears
What music plays in your minds
the tunes of life, the songs of death
What story will we tell our children
how life is an inhaled breath
Who will miss us when we’re gone
the few that miss when we’re living
Who can save us from our losses
the few that get no gift for giving
When will this lonely feeling wane
and relieve this crushing hush
When can depression trade for joy
soothe the wounds and fever flush
Where can I find peace of heart
a lonely patch of mountain grass
Where is hope in my stormy sea
in a reflection in some broken glass
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Fatherhood and sadness
wishing to see him each day
but he is with mom
Living for my son
but not teaching every day
because he’s with mom
Smiling in recall
not tickling him each day
laughter is with mom
His first day of school
in the adverse part of town
the home of his mom
His doctor meetings
he’s there fatherless moment
holding his hand mom
His grated up knee
bonks on the head and wee frown
at the aid of mom
He has grown an inch
I speculate what he eats
dinner set of mom
I have him weekends
the child support rent lets me
from the grasps of mom
We have delight then
if only two fleeting days
just us and not mom
He has his step dad
and a new brother to come
he’s happy with mom
Fatherhood and sadness
such an empty week it is
when he is with mom
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Cry for the sun departing
challenges and change
with the light and shadow about us
in the reflection of a red apple
Russet and copper oak leaves and acorns
rolly polly pumpkins
puffy paws of wheat
and shiny ears of corn
Facing west where the sun sinks
another year on the Earth’s wheel
as the child of summer passes on
the child of winter lays in wait
The rhythm of change is holy
are you ready to face winter’s ice?
and what is your harvest?
prepare the winter’s refuge now
Loss and gain sun and rain
bittersweet lament for the rebirth
a dry seed a womb
walnut leaves and mistletoe
Sunflower and marigold
bronze and crimson crackle
hides summer’s sunglow
into our dark advancing winter
Circle your stones now
and dance for protection
the aches and sorrows of change
will hold the treasure through snow
This is the time of change
watch yourself shift as the weather
on this living rock you roost
and you are of this rock’s life
Then rejoice in the thanksgiving
and invite harvest angels
to sing under a wine moon
and preserve the sun in your hearts
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