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UglyReal Live
What man, after all, needs to glance up from bed and find gauze curtains with crochet flowers blocking the morning light
When is there any right time to feel the frustration of taking to task offspring, not his own
Why, I ask, would he ask for the bounty of trouble, help, and honest beauty She brings to the table, when there’s plenty of “elseness” on his plate
Who’d wish for a real-live helpmate when the workshed walls are already perfectly papered with such willing hands
Where is there any avenue he’d daydream for a walk, anyway
Oh, love
Fragrant: A Haiku
I’m living here now
A cove I did not create
I’m thriving despite
Green Skies
The things we learn to love
Born of sorrow, sometimes
Longing, for what has gone away, never to return
Decide, I decided
Let go, as the Sage said
Learn to love anew
Accessed Abundance
And so the bus took me
Careened into my path and made me say goodbye long before I’d feel able
The undercurrent drew my name
Encircled my entrenched legs, thinking, “Why wait another night?”
Here I live now
No where to sit except pretty
No place to swim but the deep
None ticket nor tide table in hand
These things are not needed
Eventual
A scrapper from the start
Scratching and scraping
And giving
Her all
A lover to the end
Shine and sparkle
And dapper
Surround her
unambivalent
there is no one to cry to,
and hope?
hope’s away on summer holiday,
it seems;
but the air today was to die for,
i thought.
my heart felt glad to be alive,
alive, oh!
Map Dot
I live
On a little vintage street
In a little sunny home
With a little strapping kid
Where the biggest courage looms
For the biggest of ideals
At the biggest point in time
I live
The Will: A Haiku
The how and the when
I have not yet decided
To live my own life
July 1, 2016: A Haiku
Here is where I live
The end of your fingertips
Your utterances
