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Mommy's Shadow (free verse)

I wrote a poem for mom the other day.
I’d share it with you, but it turned out close.
So maybe I’ll just summarize her ways
and you can learn why I still love her most.

She wasn’t blessed with many brains I fear,
but mommy was true incarnate love.
At this point in the poem I dry a tear.
I forgot to tell you mommy’s up above.

I wasn’t there when my sweet mommy died.
It haunts me in cold ways I can’t escape.
Better the poem will tell you ‘out it hide.
You’ve heard enough, let the coffin shawl drape.

FOR NOW

A long awaited southern wind
arrived with warm damp air today
bringing tiresome winter to its end
as scraps of old snow fade away.

Not quite yet time to turn the page
to springtime blooms and nesting birds
or thunderstorms which blow and rage.
Winter has not spoken its last words.

Even so, the sun feels good
on my head which is hat free
and I ain't sure if it should
but, for now, that's good enough for me.

Laying Down of Arms or Legs....

Laying Down of Arms or Legs….

Lay down your shield
lay down the fear, pick
up the sword, launch
your spear.
Do not hide behind
a kinsman’s tear, there is
no shelter from what’s
now here.

I seek no succour from friend
of our society, this statement I
make in social not religious
piety. There can be no
compromise when dealing
with propriety, not in street,
town, city or deity.

Nothing Better A Real Friend

There's nothing better, a real friend
She wasn't being courteous
Changing plans and not telling her
She took her kindness for granted.

Her feeling hurt, left in the dirt
There's nothing better, a real friend
Feeling regret, she asked, you mad?
No time, just common courtesy.

No explanation is called for
What's necessary at this point?
There's nothing better, a real friend
An apology, I'm sorry

Fate

Three hands turning in a circle
as day lifts her skirt to the night
one slower than the other
slower than the other

I want them to stop
take the darkness as my mistress
for tomorrow only brings
another day like today
and this day was unkind

But alas
the light shall come
like a bitch in heat
panting and pawing
scratching and clawing
til there is nothing left of me
but three hands
moving in a circle

M u l l e d P r o p o r t i o n i s t

Anger sizzles
ajar three fingers
a winter gasp
disentegrates
whispered in
from night gape
drawn pulled
eager

The plump morose
mouth drawn in
its hiss
while fingers grate
and gather round
the fronds of hair
tucked tight at
the wrists

The orchestral beat
of music mad
steady on its wireless
throb
like a snarl gone beyond
the mad

To All The Women I Loved

Mother
you bore me in your womb
for nine months of trial,
waiting in anticipation
as I grew within you.
On the day of my birth,
you struggled between life and death
so that I could enter this world.
Without your love
I would never have witnessed
the sun, the moon and stars.
I owe my life to you
now until the end of time.

the willow weeps (a rondeau)

the willow weeps while seasons flow
as weeks, then years, all come and go
for past and future cares she cries
and sadly sighs as each day dies
hushing the spring and summer’s glow

she droops her head and looks below
as if she sees, as if she knows -
anticipates a winter’s sighs
the willow weeps

and even though beneath each woe
all know exists an embryo
so nascence bursts and blossoms rise
with bloom beneath new summer skies
still, whilst de novo flowers grow
the willow weeps

oldest phenomenon awaiting the doc

when I see your mind
showing such clarity

I wish you send
your doctors to me
for consultation
yes for free

your mind is as rife
as rife can be

I couldn't ever dream
mine will ever so be

you are the Genes
of indelible poetry
let the whole wild see
how you encashed
your negativity
says Lovedly

some ones beloved
still you may be!
Amen

APPEARANCES

APPEARANCES

The Sun sets crimson red
into Horizon blue-indigo
and rises fire electric
the world to show
until moonlight strikes
In Life's ebb and flow.

But the Sun is nothing more
than a burning star
and the Moon a lonely place
barren and scarred.

We see things not as they are
but as we wish them to be--
icons of Immortality.

Where is the Christ I once knew
Where did all the miracles go..
And why does the Flesh suffer so
into horizon blue-indigo.

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