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Romantic holiday

Just returned

It was real fun being on the road
viewing the valleys and hills glide by
we all were so happy
all galls and guys
all were really gay,
no, not the way you all are today
there were friends from all walks of life
gals and guys
some could have been bi’s
one can’t about anyone say today
we had a lovely holiday

went hand in hand
on a ferry
it was like there were
many Toms and Jerry

all were in smiles on top of the world
we had coffee at Tim Horton’s

DAYS

Days like windows, look out on the self same scene,
the tree still stands it's ground, the robin visits his bush;
the sky, though ever changing, stays above.

We live, we love, a pattern like a dial,
the petals of a flower, rhythmical and constant,
stamped out with measured step
that takes us to other places, ending up in the same.

Each day a moment caught in dream,
another in a duty, others go unseen.
If we can see the beauty in each simple moment,
now, life is so rich, we happiness endow.

CHOOSING SIDES (a tentative title)

Late at night with burning eyes
trying to write some poetry
which I can read and not despise.
Nothing good will come to me.
Imagery swirls in my tired mind.

In my recliner, pad in lap,
pen is poised for words to come.
Moths attack the window tap, tap, tap.
I yawn as head and arms turn numb.
The waking world is left behind.

The segue into dream is smooth,
It seems my walk has tired me out.
So since I have nothing to prove
pace slows to match the woods about.
To its quiet beauty I'd been blind.

Death of a Poet Laurette ...Seamus Heaney

Death of a Poet Laurette

''In the hearts of men
there is compassion
poets are a living example
so was
Seamus Heaney''

Chrysalis

Disperse the prism of reflection
Colours Crystallized refractions
wane
Warping the silken pad

Pupa dreams
Only a delirium of fruition

Moth to flame

Left to languor
Upon the befogged

Wishes now musty
Mutations insoluble

Wings of shattered want
Flutter not
Nor float upon the breeze

Extinct heart
Dawns its reality
Eyes wide now unshut
No cocoon exists

Confined to heartbreak
And its dissipation

Flying high disrobed
Mating now forsaken

Dissolattidue

fragrant drench
coiled sleeping
the dampness
leads

drop by rolling drop

the concourse rivers
full of detrius droll
evolving slowly
a bright and tinted flow

If I knew
the pressed
and ready
buried depths
between margins

how we lived
against our
contexts
and breathed
the spacial sighs
while snow
walked against
a mirror world

night waited
and wolves walked

snow globe parcels
of niche crept minutes
television
cholic

Lullaby Heart

Gluttonous loneliness chews and grinds
upon the lifeline of borrowed time
sumptuously feeding all day and night
beyond drawn curtains of human sight.

Remorseless persistent depression
invades
accompanied by pantomimed dark
charades
silent suffering voices fear to
speak
from rusted armored shells so paper
weak.

Dying shadows of displaced memories fall
across haunted eyes reddened and dull
Reason is imprisoned behind bars of pain
as the death masked warden executes your name.

dumb deaf and blind

dumb deaf and blind
They say I am blind
I don’t mind

They insist I’m deaf too
How can I deny the truth

Then they say I am dumb
Now that’s being numb

If I were so
how could you know
what I say
but alas it’s the laptop
by the researcher’s way
they can guess I am so

and
so I now confess
dumb I’m, but no woe

But so was Helen Keller
she did not consider these as handicaps
nor Mahatma Gandhi of India

he had three kind mice

Monotera ...

It all started one lovely May.
The sun there wove a golden way,
the stars, the moon in no delay
begged us a hey, begged us a hey.

We thought we'd have our life-for long
to play tunes that never go wrong.
A stream of passion keeps along
with every song, with every song.

We were words, those printed to hold
a story written deep in gold.
Yet misty shadows blew to fold
a tale been told, a tale been told

single breath poetry...

Single breath poetry

I do recall
your name after all
you were on call ,
but then your poetry was,
not, that isn't now,
as invaluable as this ...

I read your self eulogy too
and
share with you
that I too have had four fatal falls
but as there was no place in heaven
God kicked me once for all
and said
stay there till I call

Sex is my weakness
as you say too,
you have a prescription
my spouse says no, to,

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