Tag Archives: everything
Circular
My heart seeks answers To questions I do not know Know to ask or answer No, musings I do not Understand understanding I cannot ponder Wonder which I cannot conceive Tenants of faith I do not believe Existence, nonexistence Always, ever Always never Everywhere, nowhere Yet always, always In the center A pawn of fate […]
Anticipation
I sing the tune without notes Life, air, water, love and hate Urgent laughter, birds and boats Indrawn breath which all await Star birth and truth glowing Shadows contrast, seeds scatter Wafting aloft; a river flowing Small feet, rain go pitter-patter Glorious crescendo in minor key Within, without, all together Alone, contained, a stormy sea […]
World Out of Balance
I have heard, I have the same amount of time As all of those famous folks who came before That handful celebrated in prose and rhyme Why then do I feel stressed down to my core Our world is faster paced than prior folk faced Not better, not worse, necessarily, but changed I’m sure for […]
Love Galore – Boston, 2015
I offer this verse to laud greater Boston today. For the first time, two LGBT groups banded together with Boston’s Irish to march in the annual St. Patrick’s Day parade. They say everyone is Irish on St. Patrick’s Day. This year, Boston’s laudable gesture bolsters truth. Love Galore – Boston, 2015 Large green brewskys tipped […]
Many Lovely Things
Coming to terms with the world at small. Do you think that means anything at all? Time: construct for cosmic construction. Pimple on God’s face: a pustule eruction. We say, hey Mom, hey Mom, look at this. We’re hushed, pushed away, just ignored. How can anyone simply ignore our bliss? Till time passed retorts not […]
Again
Again, I ask you to sing me my song I do not know the tune or the words Unclear where notes or rests belong Even to me this sounds quite absurd Still, I know, if I once hear this tune I will believe I have always known it A self-symphony, under sun or moon This […]
Other Mornings
Misty mornings where I walk Horsetails grow in profusion As to myself, out loud, I talk Seeking escape from confusion Primitive the plants which grow Primitive also this modern man With more misty dawns to know At least that is my current plan
Coping Strategy
We do what we can and we do what we must Time, like a fickle storm, blows a random gust Space beyond our ken, in our imagination sings Each morning amazes us and new glory brings While we grow ever madder, really quite insane A narrow scope over which our perceptions reign Analyze what lies […]
Cheap Bead on a Necklace of Stars
When will we say enough is more than enough Will it be before our world, life cries, “time out” Will we be told, exit the stage, leave all our stuff Never convinced we knew what our play’s about Where have we gone wrong in the deeps of time Perhaps, a wrong person took a rock […]
Reflections From the Reaper’s Scythe
Life, of late, runs rampant, oh so fraught Drama, danger, fire, medical emergency Reflected flickers, moments briefly caught Shine on the Reaper’s scythe for all to see Death and life are natural, have no doubt Whisper in our ears, if we will only listen Often, we don’t hear them, so they shout Look, here, hope […]
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