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That Poem
Pulsar Day
What if I befriended time
Then took its outstretched hand
Separation was no more
Despite life’s shifting sand
Daytime, nighttime were as one
Without the fear of loss
Silver seconds, yearnless years
And age no bridge to cross
I beckon thee to join with me
In unrelenting drive
To put away some thought of death
To embrace what’s alive
Each minute is a golden hour
Each breath a pulsar day
When time gives us its outstretched hand
We must not look away
Pie
I loved you
I loved
Sleeping along side you
Listening to you breathe
Basking in your presence through the night
Seeing in the morning you were real
Sharing berries at breakfast with you
I’ll be damned — you were larger than life
And your walking away — without a goodbye — a most epic plot twist
A pie in the face afterall
Avilion
One fluid motion this life
Don’t let the fits and starts fool you
A seeming inability to find what it’s all for
When people pain your heart
Love them aloud anyway
Should the days forbare to reveal truth
Herald the light nonetheless
Befriend all of nature
Indulge noisy children
Sing a workaday’s song
To the water’s depth, say, “OK”
At the end of the day, this is what it’s all for
Don’t let your eyes miss the overflow
One silken strand this life to weave
Photo Location: Bay View, Wisconsin’s Avalon Atmospheric Theater
Roguing
Ripped from her victory garden
With promises of Roses & Violets
Sugar & Sweet compliments
Tiny poems as pollen
Soon left alone, till in hand
Thistle seed as some parting gift
So goes love to life
Roguing now, she
Mothering nature
In the early Spring sun
Blamed, but cultivating, still
This Time
Proceed out of Winter
My hard-earned wisdom I offer, my friend
It is inhuman to have forsaken the Sun as we have
The birds beckon you now, none too early
Travel to June
That the Summer may hold you and lilac unfold before you
Emerge from here, unbroken
afterall
Fearless
Running into Winter as warriors, prepared
Ecstatic, that next time shall not surprise us, this time!
Rod & Reel
Move amongst who’s quick to quip
“I love you,” and the like
Together, if even apart
Find yourself offering up applause
Whether they crush it
Whether they barely manage a tick
An, “atta boy”
An, “atta girl”
In this life and beyond
And then, daylight
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