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Summers Divinity
Strange delivery a smiling girl a smiling sun in a crystal sky Summers’ Divinity A pleasant breeze Flowing hair laying in the grass heated air Silken touch childlike innocence shining eyes Under flowing hair Give to me Let me see your Summer’s Divinity Beaches and tans lovers holding hands Heaven’s golden stair on flowing heated…
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The Hunt
A ravaging wolf is Howling at the moon Swallowing darkness in the hunt Passion driven blood lust Hunger hunt or mate to find?
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Worship Life
Caterpillar, weave your womb Emerge a butterfly from the tomb Graceful wings of God’s device Gifted to live twice To also see God in a bird in flight in summer starlight Whispered in the wind Never to recind… Worship life
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What the Monkey can do
I abandoned aspiration Somewhere in an off-white hall Then Last night Poets held court in the park & somewhere Among the red blue and green Haired leather A spark or two awoke, Danced w/ punks junkies & other assorted fans Of the darkness That gives light to art I know what the monkey can do…
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Watching Butterflies
The other day was a beautiful day. 83° low humidity. Jill rightfully wanted to go out for a while. We started on a drive, ostensibly to Princeton. On the way, I mentioned that there is a nature park pretty close to home. She agreed to a walk, so we pulled into… Crystal Lake Park. With…
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Dead Soul Brother
Greg, What was your last living thought? You went so peacefully, quietly the way it should be done but not at 28 It’s so very hard to think of you as Not So different, you and I We were a gentle riot you and me You were such a gentle giant Always had a minute…
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Poetry
Worlds of words Oh, to think If the people were All Poets Or could Almost understand Holiness would bless caress & undress Yield w/ wanting to the word “Yes” So set desires on fire seek them with innocence Need not be a thief or a liar Poetry is sacred to me & Genius is within…
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Rambling
“Lose the fear of pain Walking in the sharpened rain” Willie B. Good I was looking for a particular notebook/journal… Part of the reason was to find the poem containing the lines above. Willie B. Good is a pseudonym, an alter ego, old blues man. I found the notebook, which has some good stuff, but…
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The Window
Distorted images shining up from wet pavement Slow lonely traffic uncertain destination Civilization a wilderness mispercepted Discovery born of unschooled education Decadence, future father of Roman change Will the futures dawn ignite Heaven or Hell Will Eden triumph or Hades again paroled Looking thru a window into a wishing well Looking out a window at…
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Rant #1
In view of the fact that God limited the intelligence of man, it seems unfair that He did not also limit his stupidity. Konrad Adenauer WTF! I’ve been pretty much housebound since surgery a few weeks ago (knee replacement)… I’m not driving yet, so I’m limited to going out to Drs appointments and occasional trips…
Poetry, Random Ramblings and Rants 