To many blows have made a hole
The wound where all the blood
Of poetry poured out
Onto the ground
Drained she waits
For desert winds
To dry the tears
Into salty grains
Of rolling sand
Her body wrinkles
And contorts just like
A tortured scream
Into the night
The moons takes
Pity the man and turns her
Into the only tree
That can survive this moral desert
And she reaches out
An olive branch
Sometimes you get a very personal blow
To the stomach
And your are expected to recover and even
Get better
Because they say whatever does not kill,,,
But does it heal?
And what about those football kids who got
Too many blows
What ever happened to their heads
Ministers
Please pray for our souls and keep our dreams
Alive
If you continue to add
Lively colors into my days
I will write poems
For your paintings
And will run to find
A singer in the street
To add his music
In the lower left
Corner
The one that hangs loose
And ready to flow
Out of the frame
With grace
Though a dance .
This way
The arts will stay
With us
In the same room,
Will day?
I have broken 1000 times
In a million pieces
And all it took was you
to swirl by
in your form of light
From the north
To build me back
Like a column
Piercing the sky
The colder I get
The more fragile
Can you stay
Long enough
To make me green
Suple and soft
And ready for spring
For I have been long
hungered for light
November’s ending
But It sent a beaver moon
To get us out
With promises of light
It’s gotten cold and dark
And we are out with flashlights
Looking for ourselves
When maybe we should
only hope to find
Connections
To each other
Things should come in pairs
Like shoes
For symmetry reasons
And Redundancy
In case the left foot loses
Optimism
The right can kick things up
Powering through
Realms of quite silences
Or dips of energy
With the minimum
Required energy flow
Until restoration
Of full power and joy.
Writing with friends
If your own pen is undecided
Helps smooth the trajectory
On the floor of the ballroom
The words align
Sing to themselves
Sooth the listener
Dance in tandem.
Adversity can crash the spirit
not even words come out
and when they do
they walk with a limp.
But if they manage
to cross the long road
from me to you
why would you
not take them
and wrap them
with care
for me
because
they may be
the only gift
all year
I look around and I see
Small people trying to fill big shoes
Big people trying to fit into small shoes
The pain of adjusting to circumstances
That never change fast enough
Except for the few perfect ones
The ones that slip into molds
Silvery sisters and brothers
Of all the common
Cinderellas I deeply respect
And never expect to see wearing
Shiny, but merely comfortably
Their loving Souls .
Light was flowing gently at an angle
Upon tormented waves
tickled as they were they sprinkled drops
Through salty half closed eyelids
As they laughed and jumped ashore
Just barely touching at is feet
The sandy one pushed back
The waves took one more bite
The light tried and tried again
To tame them.
The 20 miles were rolling up and down
In front of my bike and this guy
Passed swiftly in front of me
With a pink shirt and totally fit
And I could read on his back
In plain white the message
“Stay sweet”.
At the crossroads we stopped
He turned his head back and he said
We are too light
then flew ahead as he smiled
He said
you will lose your soul if you go
He sighed
watch your step as you walk
He looked
as the light was getting harder
He listened
as the storm started to roar
He asked
will you chose love over war?
The time of magnolias is when biking is best
When old trees work towards filling your lungs
with fresh air and perfume
When you open your eyes
Because there are hills to climb
Lakes to swim and birds to applaud
For their lively concerts
And lazy mornings to unfold
Lay upon grasses and rest
thank you lord for this rainy day
without which i would have not had time
to find joy in the current setting
of the life we were given to live, just once
thank you lord for the rain, scars, and the shadows,
for the silence without which i would never have
appreciated the desert of pain, the light i have been bathing in
and the music of the morning birds
thank you lord for this rainy day
when i count my friends round the table,
and pour bitter coffee in unmatched cups
as we get ready to sing and sweeten the day
thank you lord, even if i do not know how to pray
i know the night will crack open
and make room for the day
with the hands of love, and force of joy
bring it on, this new day
you hear them lament
and you think their voices
are beautiful and still
too thin
as if they are never enough
to fill the air
to cover the ground
to stand on their own
occasionally there are voices
rising above the chorus
they lift and vibrate
my chords and yours
they speak with an intensity
that makes the mouths of man
speak their words
willing breaking the bonds
they lift up a storm
and then they fall sweetly
back into the chorus
now that we know
You say fabulous
As I say good morning
And the reality of the day
Turns from inside out
Like a flower and blooms.
If you see an open door
run through it
push it open and run
into the light
leave your boundaries behind
light fires to the worries
and dream for once
about what lies
beyond the clouds.
Hurt is when liars lead
When the word breaks the promise
When there is no spine
To keep the organism vertical
When truth fall prey to power
And the ones who set value
Only care about money.
Healing is when we get up
From the mudd we were thrown in
When truth chooses leaders
And they value morals
And morale, when vision
Sets the path to the future
With kindness and where we realise
We have arms strong enough
To embrace it all
Beauty is a woman in pink
Turning her face towards us
Just as we were thinking
She was going to leave.
I hope my love and yours will intersect
Crossing an ocean of neglect
Illuminating with a spark
The path for the poor sailor’s ark
I hope the songs I sing
Will have the rhythm that you need
To either lull your sleep
If you are tired
Or to shake your feet
if you are ready for a lively beat.
I hope that if I happen to be sitting close to you
You will reach to touch my hands
And lift them and the moment
To the level that pure joy intends .
So much I wish with hope:
You live in love
And you give thanks
For Little moments that make up your life
That you give your helping hands to children
Strangers and your friends
And give your ears
To the small voices
Of the folk
Who spin your world
