Nature's Fear

The moon hides in the night,
The sun on the run
Has taken flight.
It's dark all around,
Even deer with fear
Lie still, close to the ground.

A flash in the sky,
The sound of doom in a boom
As nature fears this moment to die.
Trembling and blowing out of the norm,
Even the trees lose their leaves...
While in comes, a late summer thunderstorm.

Nature's fear
Draws near,
Lightning the pyre
Threatening to set all the world on fire.

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The Wild Wind

There is a place the spirit goes
Where the wild wind blows,
Where none are bound
And only freedom to love is found -

A spot of the soul
Where dreams alone can go,
To wildly spin
Upon this moving wind -

A far off land
Way ahead of man,
Where the breeze of eternity blows
And the life from God forever flows -

Into the heart
That's been torn apart,
Comes this wild Wind,
To take, and to heal, to love, and to feel, again and again.

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Silent Passing Star

I laid out late
In the weeds one night,
Laid there light and long
Carelessly humming a few old songs...
When a passing star
Caught my eye;
So bright to be so far
It must have fell from heaven
Into my little night sky.
So I looked
Hard and deep,
And asked of it
To share some delicate, divine secret..............
But never did I hear
Even so much as a peep.

It simply went along it's way
Burning bright,
Silently blessing
Such a peaceful night.

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Filling Holes

A very old man
Walks slowly out of Sam's,
Leaning on a squeaking cart
Filled with so many non-essentials.
Why has he come here today?
What was he really looking for?
What, in all these items
Was he truly hoping to buy?
Perhaps, twas filling...
Something to fill the endless hole,
Of being old, and alone... who can say.

I will look for him again.
Another day.
I will try to say hello... and fill a bit of the hole with a smile...
... next time.

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Question Meaning

The meaning of the question
Is to always question meaning,
The meaning of life,
And the life of meaning.

The life unquestioned
Means very little,
Just as a life left meaningless,
Without question, has very little life.

Therefore, we all should daily question
The meaning of life,
By doing so, life's Meaning
Will unquestionably, each day, find us.

Remember: we are free to question meaning;
May we become free enough to
Let it freely question us.

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Propriety of Fame in a Fossil

There is no wind here
Just a turning of the air -
The fossil has been formed
By something no longer there.
Lungs inhale, and exhale
Without thought -
Two things: Living and dying
No one needs to be taught.
Billy the Kid and Jesse James
Each killed by a friend -
Fire and dust console one another
In the end.
Legends: Once set in motion
Must leave the body to remain -
Tis merely the ' imprint ' of reality in the fossil
That collects all the world's fame.

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Time-Watch

Wrist-watch on your arm
Time on your hands
Watching the clock tick
Trying to understand -
Day after day
The hands just go round and round
Spinning in circles, where
Nothing's lost... nothing's found -
Going here
Going there
It's all the same
Everywhere -
Until winding down
We come to find
Our swirling lives
Have run out of time -
Then, the madness
Will stop;
Time to get off
This crazy, spinning clock -

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Very few Words

Thinkin bout puttin down
a few words,
meant for no one certain to be heard.
Thoughts on paper
made from dead trees,
little pieces of pulp, holding deep bits of me.
Wonder what's the use
what's the need,
a few voices expressed and temporarily freed.
A soul let go
a heart crying,
the blood of a spirit still trying.
Perhaps that's all we are
poets screaming,
in a search for a deeper meaning.
These words
very few,
just a brief shot at a human view.

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The Mystery of Water

The clear smooth rain
Falls gently upon the ground;
Nothing else moves
Not a sound.
Grass and leaves
With fascinating joy glisten;
The natural world renewed in hope
Quietly waits, and carefully listens.

The gray clouds break
As the sun in brilliance comes dancing through;
The watered world below reflects
Great beauty of above, from a sky so blue.
The earth once again cleansed
And refreshed;
Through the mystery of water
We all are sustained, and blessed.

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Searcher

Once, long ago at about age six
I took off following some old tracks
deep into the sand dunes along Lake Michigan
for the better part of a day;
When my frantic mother
finally found me
she implored of me, why would I
do such a horrible thing;
I saw no horror in it at all, and
did not understand how I could ever have done otherwise
than to follow my adventurous heart
into the wild;
I have been doing it
ever since,
the child in me
shall never stop searching.

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