Some days the words refuse to let me go.
On other days words pretend I am someone they do not know.
The cut-direct should not hurt so.
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POETRY FUN
I cannot wait to write a poem.
Let thoughts begin to roam
across the blank spaces
where I see only faint traces.
Whatever lurks beneath the surface
is always a surprising surfeit
of what has passed and is to become
a new creation time rolled into one.
Nothing it seems is ever lost.
Experience is the cost
of facing new challenges sent
across the waves of time unbent.
Around and round again I go.
Where I shall end up I never know.
And where I have been becomes new.
And where I go is merely a clue.
When I arrive I shall share with you
the route I took to be renewed.
I hope you will join me on the route.
That is what companionship is all about.
Knowing I shall return at the end of the journey
to your company holds me firmly
upright and focused with eyes wide open
to the beauty of words never-before spoken.
I play today to remind myself in this space
that there is always a time and place
to relax and let go, and just have fun;
to remind myself, I have just begun.
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FUTURE WAITS
Future refuses to talk.
She holds her cards close.
No expression crosses her face.
Her fierce calm holds us in place.
We gamble our fortunes, our lives,
within her unfathomable space.
Withholding breath we wait
to discover our curious fate.
“Play the cards you have,”
she says,“before it is too late.”
The game here now will last until
each card has been played.
Holding onto cards
means new presents are delayed.
The young know this better
than their elders do.
The young play with greater abandon,
unconscious of the heavy stakes
that keep my eyes open all night through,
awake, until light from a new day
through the closed blinds seeps through.
A new day.
A new game.
Time to play.
Future cuts the cards.
No time to waste.
Vote!
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SOLEMN VOW
Where does my world begin and end?
Before the horizon or beyond it to some unknown shore
That has only appeared in my dreams before?
Is my world worth saving, again and again.
Are we simply so tired we do not mind it could end?
Helpless, it seems, I am to do more.
Technology now must save the day
as I find my own simple way
to save and protect all that I love.
I cannot sit still and not do my part.
I must give it my all, and give you all my heart.
I plant native plants and trees,
flowers whose blooms dance in fierce breeze.
Butterflies and bees swoop in and sip
the nectar of gods, nip after nip.
I feed the homeless and shelter those displaced
by flood, fire, crime, famine and war.
I visit the isolated and phone the lonely.
I stay healthy enough to stay earth-bound a few days more
to love those far away and those close around me.
I fold my hands and grip my rosary beads
praying those with power and ability
know what to do and how to succeed.
I love this Earth, its flora and fauna;
its sunrises and sunsets and all in between.
I love its sunny days and cloudless blue skies;
and days when storms hide sun behind a screen.
There is no place in the universe that I would rather be
than right here with you, as we face such adversity.
My hope lies in science and those drenched in creativity
who see beyond today to a future of love and harmony;
not just for all the people of the Earth
but for Earth herself who offers us sanctuary
within the endless energy of planetary boundaries.
Where does my world begin and end?
Right here, with you, right now.
This is a solemn vow.
take it and make it
your own
somehow.
EARTHLINGS
Each day was a new day.
No two alike in any important way
except the fact that they only stayed
in that place, for that single day.
The next day, they moved on to find
a place they imagined in their mind
of a place without rubbish nor ruin,
with clear waters, and clean skies.
Every day a new day to move on
to the same way of getting on.
The moves became more
than some could bear.
The days became weary wear and tear
on the space both outside and inside
those needing to explore
a new place on a new day.
Until the day they discovered
they lived on an island.
They had returned to the place they began.
They had circled the island
with no place left to expand.
That is the day they began the plan
to leave the island behind
and look for new islands in the unknown seas
on unknown shores they did not understand.
They left behind the ruins on their island,
left the island to heal itself
and those too tired to move on.
One wonders at such self-assured
blindness to explore instead of restore
an island that had once been enough, and more.
One wonders why here is not enough.
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HAIKU
Unwanted love goes
beyond the path laid in hedge rows
into wilderness.
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