Poem: To Those I Know By Heart


People are songs

melodic magicians

who orchestrate the chorus

of our hymnal life

Some drift out

in random times

where their notes are left

to dissipate

within the holy air

Others repeat over and over

stuck in the groove

the turning wheel

of fate

which plays endlessly

on and on

And there are those that

blast

loudly around our bones

only to shake us down

to listen for them

alone

quietly in the descending night

But

the ones that hum within us

and weave gently around our key

are easy familiar tunes

we will always

know by heart

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Poem: The Demented


I move you

as you watch

through eyes reaching back

to dance floors hung with

cigarette smoke swirls

Your double-breasted jacket

brushing cozily against a firmly guarded chest

Slowly moving together

feeling forever young

until

the music fades away

And then you turn

to see me sitting next to you

Are you searching among

reminiscence and room?

The pirouette now is sedate and stiff

partnered hands upon cold metal rails

that follow your lead

It is not love that holds us up in the end

But the lonely grip

of the metallic burn

the flickering memories that dart

with us

in and out

as our dance partners

once did

 

 

Cloak


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THE SUN BREAKS THROUGH

WITH DARK CLOUDS

AROUND

BUT THE DAY AHEAD

COULD BE WARM

AND BRIGHT

LIFE IS OFTEN  FILLED

WITH SWIRLING BLACK

PIECES

ADRIFT AMIDST

THE GOLDEN RAYS OF

JOY

THAT SETTLE IN YOUR

SOUL

AND PILE HIGH

TO FILTER OUT THE

SUN

HOW TO SIFT THOSE

CHUNKS

OF DIRT AND DARK

AND KEEP ONLY

RADIANCE

THE NEVER ENDING

LOOP

OF DESPAIR AND HOPE

THE BALANCE

AND PLAY

FEELING ONE

CREATES THE CLOUD

OF ITS CLOAK

THE TRICK

THEN

KEEP AT BAY

DUSK

AND EMBRACE

ONLY

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