Category: spirituality
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Song for Her Majesty the Ex
We were legendary, dear, doubt it never King and queen of fourteen-liners and verse Time moves on, yet in the reflection of that moment Printed in books with our names . . . we were great How was it we lost admiration for each other? Competition? No. Complication. Life Got in our way of living.…
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Spring Apotheosis
another morning you awaken from dreamsand drop into the flow of life’s sluggishriver (trapped on a sandbar of late) andsome wonder about the white waters’ rush,hoping you’ve not seen the last of this inour present life; Some want to run againbefore the race is over, want to huntagain the big game and find love beforethe…
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Deep Dark: a Walk Among the Ghosts
Moonless night. Perhaps New Moon?I hold no calendar to confirm.Out without my smartphone, disconnectedto a reason, thank you.Clover and wild onion spongysoftbeneath my steel-toed work shoes —after shift in the deep night, shallow morning.Only the sounds of distant traffic:a train a mile away sounds of electric whale;a bustle in a hedgerow ten meters north.Last thing…
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challenge poem 12
sometimes there’s a yearning. often. sometimesthe need hits too strong to submerge – you musthave a companion for your present debauch:morality does not figure in. Nojudgement -that is, condemnation, anyway –can touch the drunken, dancing sufi self.you dance and sing and no word is profane;you sing your song and dance life’s dance – profoundand sacred…
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Poem 9
oh historic asp of fortune, strike truemy breast and lay me low upon the ages!beside cleopatra, though no lowerpleb than I ever was born. strike true, asp!strike true that I may die with my beloved!strike true that I do leave this tortured worldbehind to the hands of anonymousothers who might or not love with passionall…
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undergods of creation
I have just set the sun in the sky, slightlyangled toward afternoon, when my ghost comesto tell me my images are againinfantile like a child drawing with crayons.where are the birds, the jet from chicagostreaming its way to houston, or perhapsa reiterated ‘v’ of migratingfowl—it is the season—and where those leaves,richly colored in the bright…
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Humiliation
this image of the eagles down at ourriver keeps recurring. this bald eagledives lazily, riding gravity, overthe water, skimming just over its top,and then shoots out its talons to grasp a fishbut something goes awry and the fish flopsseveral yards across the river surface.unconcerned, the eagle loops back intothe gloaming sky to make a second…
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Occult
mystery is a thing of feathers, flies awayon bat-wings, crawls into the earth through suspiciousburrowed holes, swims alongside sharks and within podsof dolphins, sings with angels’ voices, screeching onthe strings of demon fiddles and beats with drummingpercussion through the blood of all sentients. mysterythe lifeblood of knowledge and breath of wisdom, inhaledbrings curiosity to awaken…
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Down on Fifth
forever the beggar, king of no kingdombut the dusty lanes of nowhere, he smilesfor his dimes, a blessing for a dollar;at midday, or when whim strikes him, oronce the coins add up to a little something,he slips down to the huck’s on carpenterstreet for a magnum of malt (and a pintof brandy, E-n-J, on a…
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