Category: Poetry

Damon’s Door (poetry)

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Standings pass on languished days
And shadow Damon’s door.
They pause to check if sights are seen
And seek to know the more.

In troubled past do standings walk
And leave behind in trail
The markings of a well-worn way
Where history prevails.

They form the shapes that lead the charge
Of glancing side-to-side
And curse upon the daily draw
All that they take in stride

The standings form; the standings leave
What they touch – they keep
But tucked behind that shadowed door,
Damon’s fast asleep.

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Genevieve’s Well (poetry)

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Waltzing in the dreams that surround us
We look into the well that was dug
And see faces looking back up at us
Wondering who we are
And why we’re staring down at them
In their watery home.
Therein lies the truth –
That unreachable root of realization
That Genevieve put on the wall
And blasted to the world.
It now drips through my fingers
Back into the hole of water.
The droplets fall far
As they blend into
The rest of the contained.
Lost in the stare
I forget where she went.
Then,
She pulls my hand
And we run back up the hill
To the house.

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The Spirit Came (poetry)

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“And sing the day!” Choirmaster called,
“Awaken and rejoice;
For here on Sunday morning’s tide
All shout with glory’s voice.”

The members heard and lifted high
Their voice in one accord
To raise the roof on lofty bough
And sing unto the Lord.

They waited as their voices rose
To see what would become
Of heaven-bound uplifted praise
And prayers sent up as one.

Then in the midst of all the noise
Yes, one by one they felt
There in their hearts the Spirit came
And one by one they knelt.

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Shadow-Soothe (poetry)

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Upon the waves of waltzing light
Dreams but do implore
So we wade in morning light
To see the other shore

And on that day when life does close
When light around us dims
We’ll reach the other side of life
Wherein His light won’t end.

Is but a breath ‘til we depart
Where shadows act as truth
Here they bathe as rambling lies
And try our hearts to soothe.

Those who’ve lived now know the more
They do not seek to stay
They’ve seen the lot; they’ve seen the best
But still they go away.

A tweak to this and tweak to that
Yet days continue by.
…but if could see all from Day One
All in the great mind’s eye….

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To Appreciate (poetry)

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Gone are the days
That stand as fence posts
In the graveyard
Of a barren white north.

In their place
Have come days which represent
Some of the most splendid bits of appetite
Known to mankind.

It would be wretched
To see this beauty and not recognize it as such,
Complimenting on it, in turn.

To not acknowledge its grace
I should deserve the lesser days
And to return to them this instant.

To dwell there would be my punishment
But it is not
For this morning I awoke
To surrounding beauty
And said so with my heart.

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Dark Tastes (poetry)

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Tales told,
The darker, the better
Like coffee
Without water.

Bitter?
No,
Only pungent
And to the point.

No wasted experience,
Only straight joe to the brain,
And so likeably so.

Finding someone to mix the brew
Is the trick –
All beans, no wet –
And with half the grace to know how.

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Powerhouses At Play (poetry)

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Twice a week we gather
To watch powerhouses in action
Ripping homers,
Knocking doubles,
Line drives,
And lots of singles.
Errors?
Yeah, there are a few.

Rounding third,
Number fourteen
Made a wide arc to finish out
The last inning.
The teams played tough;
They played well;
They even shook hands
After the game.

What?!  Only two innings?
Oh yeah, this is Little League.

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Memories of the Soul (poetry)

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The soul remembers
Where it has been
Sadness it has seen
Happiness it has experienced
Memories of looking back
Across time
Throughout ages
On splendor and destruction.

Timeless passages
Reduce man’s visage to that of a ghost
And reprimand him
Into fashioning distraught places of mind.

Shrill piercings
Delve into soul’s remedy
Forcing an occlusion of resistance.

By the end
It develops not only passion for pursuit
But sharpness of acquittal.

Memory’s passing
Strengthens and stretches those mighty encumbrances
Letting them drop not only to their forthright place
But embellishes them with caustic front
Surrendering to their maddening calls.

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