Still Here Blues
I was thrown down
Kicked around,
Run completely
Out of town...
But, never fear,
I'm still here.
I was shot through the heart
Torn apart,
Dealt a losing hand
Right from the start...
Yet, looking in the mirror,
I see, I'm still here.
I thought I'd moved far along
Lost my song,
Now these many years later
I'm learning I was wrong...
For, beyond all the tears,
I've found, truly I am still here.
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Small Wonder
She broke her collar-bone
in a soccer game, meant for fun.
She's so tough and fearless, at times.
So small and fragile, at others.
Always she's a wonder, to me.
I'm afraid she just may
punch-out the high school bully...
or break, like a twig in a whirlwind.
She's soft; she's strong.
I'm proud of her; I worry about her.
She's my daughter; my small wonder.
My little girl, growing up.
And I love her,
endlessly.
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Having Some Fun Writing
If blood were mud
And milk was silk
We'd all hurt for dirt
And scheme for cream.
If flies were wise
And hills were pills
We'd all hug the bugs
And pop the tops.
If everything was truly something
And anything was nothing
This little rhyme of mine
Would hence make sense.
But free verse can be a curse
In many a witless word heard
When the writer drinks hard-cider
And recalls naught of what he originally thought!
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Falling Leaves (leaves me pondering)
Little orange leaves
Gathered and quaking,
Upon the tree
The wind is shaking -
Where will you go, oh little ones
When you fall?
- I was hoping you'd take me with you
To the realm beyond it all -
There is a dream in my soul,
Of such far away places to go;
Where all the fallen leaves
Return to the original trees;
Where the questions of autumn
Are finally understood,
And we come to see
In the end, all is good.
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Prevail
So many flowers are lost
Once they have been found-
But what was
Comes back around-
The earth takes
To give-
Love temporal dies
To return stronger, and ever live-
So hold your head
And your heart upon high-
See, the light and love from the sun
Is spread to the ends of the sky-
The dread darkness
Soon shall be gone-
Wait and listen
For the coming of a new song-
True love returns
This way-
And this time,
Forever to stay-
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Enigma
If the world were flat,
That would be that...
But, the world is round,
Therefore, the end of it all
Can never be found.
Thus meant to be,
With always more to see...
The view, over the horizon,
Contains much more
Than the lingering imagination.
Go around the earth following a line,
Even unto the end of time...
Go just to see, where you are,
And you will come to, from where you came
Drawn so near, by going so far.
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Poetic
- The poets dance 'round
the flower of words they've found
while the jesters joke
with the common folk,
and wonder, where it's all bound -
- Who would possibly know
when it all could go
like fog on a pond
and magic in a wand,
the dark of night fades with the roosters crow -
- Words are just a little gift
meant to lift
merely hitching brief rides
closer to where Mystery resides,
as poetically life goes on... bit-by-bit.
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Once A Road
I am a road
Long ago well tread,
Those who upon me have ever travelled
Are now amongst the dead -
None anymore trod my path
Nor this way pass,
I alone every day
Continue wandering upon my way -
Once I was a road
Moving big and heavy loads,
Now merely a trail
No one recalls my tale -
But I know somewhere way out there
Miles away where few can see,
Over the hill, beyond the bend
Is a fellow drifter... looking for me -
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Going
The road
With its load,
And so the path
Granting its wrath-
Is the trail
So bitterly frail,
Yet, always does the street
Give a hearty greet-
For along this way
Comes both work and play,
Always moving and knowing
You cannot cease the going-
Life will not stop or slow
Only and ever continuing on the go,
To where the lane
Stakes its final claim-
Through life the human-highway ever flowing,
Into eternity, we are all going.
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Free Is
I'll catch an eagle
Flying low,
Ride the sunshine
On the go -
Take a comet
Across the sky,
And listen to the wind
Cry its long goodbye -
I'm a soul
Not a thing,
Born to live
And bound to sing -
Free is
The spirit moving along,
Living life's poetry
With words waiting to be sung -
Free are
The clouds above,
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