Essence
Rain from the sky,
Mixes with cloudy emotion,
Lingering behind my eyes-
A foggy recollection is given to ask,
Where before have I seen this day,
From my discordant past-
Perhaps a mountain top, or a canyon floor,
Somehow I feel this day I know,
From somewhere far before-
These mystic memories cryptically contain,
Timeless pictures of hope,
Displayed within eternities ever expanding frame-
Unsettled becomes my heart,
By this essence of thought,
Wondering if in it all am I merely watching, or actually taking part-
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Never Ending Blue
I've been up
And I've been down,
I've been here and there
And all around-
I've played harmonica in the band
In the key of R&B,
And through it all
This ol' world looks a bit different to me-
Now, it could just be tainted
In my cloudy colored view,
For it seems I'm forever filled
With a never ending blue...
The world never slows
Everyone on the go,
So fast
To be so low-
But, time she's no friend of mine
She'll rule you and fool you,
Warp your mind, and leave you behind-
For time, it's true, like me (and maybe you)
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Writers and Poets
Here I sit
At a desk dimly lit.
Holding an unsharpened pencil
Over a piece of old, faded paper,
In my mind lingers a vague intention
Within the unformed idea
Of somehow writing something.
With no clear idea, theme or plan.
Only the restless desire to write.
It's raining. Again.
It seems to rain often.
Not the weather.
Life.
Interior drops fall,
Like flower pedals sacrificed.
Beautys death, the ransom price.
My desire lives in poetic rhythms,
Not in serious writers cadences.
I am not a writer.
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Old Timer
He was the best influence
a boy could ever have,
right up there
alongside my dad.
His farm was just across the pasture
from the house I grew up in,
it was over there
that I spent many a day working for and with him.
He taught me so very much
like how to tell right from wrong,
when to be soft and gentle
and when to be brave and strong.
He was part rancher, part farmer
and always a full-time, hard-working, top-hand,
I learned from him to work without complaint
and to ride for the brand.
He showed me how to drive a tractor
long before I could handle a car,
and how to spot a lost calf
hiding at the edge of a field way off far.
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Run
-Geronimo ran, and ran, and ran...
And still got stuck
On worthless land;
He and his people were looking for the right side,
- though it was such a long run to go,
He tried and tried,
Along with so many others whom we shall never know...
Yet it seems, when all is said and done
They made it no closer
Than where they'd first begun.
-Jim Thorpe ran, and ran, and ran...
He ran out of desperation,
He had to run
Just to get off from the damned reservation;
He ran and ran
Faster and better than anyone ever had
And for some rancid reason
It made some people mad...
He had run all he could
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Aging Poet
Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust
His hungry heart emptied of it's fertile blood
His souls melodic purpose nearly gone
The mellifluous music now so silent
The end, of a once wonderful and powerful song.
What happened to this poet
With dread you may ask,
The ancient story ofcourse
The evils of age and wear, and so damned many things out there
Working at his heart, fulfilling their wretched task.
When poets speak truth and beauty into this old world
Any breath may be their last
For so many evil spirits will stalk them
With an endless passion to haunt, from the past
The deepest hearts, so oft, become weary and tossed
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Ambivalent-Afflated-Alliteration
Every step I take is awake
I rest no more -
Every step I take to my wake
Where I rest forever more -
I dance in circles, I dance a round
I dance around myself, a circular clown -
I hear a distant cry
It is my child, it is my father
It is my father's child, it is I -
- All God's children cry
For we do not want to die
We die because of what makes us cry
We cry more and more to go
Where we can go to cry, no more-
Dear God love us to live and
Let us live to love
Let love live in us-
I am a man, I ache to be a better man, than I am
If I can
Can I, if I am? -
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Great Poetry?
How could anyone ever truly
Define great poetry?
Factors are so many that contribute
To the way each person does hear-feel-and see.
The season, the day, the very time,
Along with each readers wisdom-knowledge-and mind.
A line read one day
May deeply stir the spirit
While the very next time read
The reader simply just can't 'get-it'.
Besides, who is to judge,
And who is to decide?
Who always speaks truth,
And who pray tell has never lied?
Let the one who has never struggled with emotion and word
Cast the first critical stone,
Let the pure, perfect poet
Read and write completely all alone;
Enshrined by himself
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Lucky?
The lottery hit well over 500 million bucks,
And everyone was making plans
As if they'd already got the dough -
Some made lists of unneeded vices,
Others, plans to invest it all
(' 500 million just isn't enough these days ya know! ') -
So many - who mind you hadn't even won yet -
Were quickly showing signs of paranoia,
Plans to move far away, change phone numbers, get lawyers,
security systems, gaurds, and guns!
(' gotta be prepared ya know,
this kinda cash can cause friends to turn on ya! ') -
The day before they lived without a worry.
Then so suddenly, overcome with the emotion of it all
Their fear ran amuck:
' What if strangers call,
asking for a buck? ! '
' How dare the vagrants so bold be,
to ask for even a pittance
from one of such wealth as me? ! '
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Freedom Of Expression
What some so casually name
'bad writing'
Could yet lay claim
To the title:
Good poetry.
With unenslaved words
Birth is given to
Freedom of expression,
The criteria it may lack
Is replaced with deep meaning,
Brave enough to explore
The depths, dangers and delights
Of simply being.
No shallow cliches.
No axes to grind.
Just flowing with the ache of desire
For lifes Love to find.
Ontic words mystically spoken
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