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Counting Stars

A poem

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The lush shade was so inviting
after the scorch of day
a place that looked inviting
Here tonight I could safely lay

I dreamt I could lay there
with you together there
we could count the stars

The night was cool and refreshing
but thorns scratched my soul
nowhere I would safely lay
I dreamed we would lay there

Both of us lay there, hand in hand
And we would count the stars

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Drowned

A poem

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At one in the morning, thereabouts,
you fell overboard and started to fight
Fight for your life, drowning

Your friend, did he push you in jest?
Relaxed by booze, you slid under
never to breathe again, your friend

Will live with that all his life, regret,
ten days before your remains were found
your mother, how will she ever stand again?

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Flowers Dance

A poem

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My garden is full of flowers,
they dance a graceful waltz
with the breeze, with butterflies
most of all with bees

Flowers dance in sunlight
flirting with music unseen,
listen, you hear it, will-o-wisp
pollen gathering meanwhile

How much sunlight is contained
in that small drop of dew?
gleaming so brightly, beaming
on the leaf below the bloom

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Dusk

A poem

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Dusk at another airport
One can see the heat hanging
A yellow orb is low in the sky

Slowly turning to egg yolk
And then mango

Sinking slowly as a goodbye
Turning the color of oranges
Finally some red markings
As that sun drops away
Minutes pass, the clouds celebrate
With pink, pale red, apricot, and aqua

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Angel

A poem

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The layered bridesmaid petticoat
you wore as an angel, no, fairy,
everywhere we went, wand and wings

To me you are an angel, no, fairy
in my mind before your birth
feely came with you everywhere

Feely got irretrievably lost one day
my woebegone, sad angel, no, fairy
a lion so soft arrived, you named him Niamh

You are no longer small in petticoat
you wore always, my angel, no, fairy
so I am homesick now my angel

I smuggled Niamh into the wash sometimes
you waited for him to smell just right
held to your face, my sweet angel

I’m homesick for driving around to find Niamh
before him, feely, my angel, no, fairy
homesick for you my sweet angel

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Brave

A poem

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I think you are brave to keep living
when you don’t know how anymore
when the odds are stacked so heavily

I think you are strong to keep smiling
when the waves keep crashing in
when the pain will not give up

I think you are wise to stop caring
what the thoughts of others are
accepting what cannot be changed

I think you are brave to keep being you
when so much wants to destroy you
dignified in the mess of humans

I think you are beautiful despite
the scars, the symptoms, the pain
when no one understands anything of you

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Fall Into Winter

My Silver Birch tree finally changes leaves to gold
green remained long after fall told it was here
flowers bloom still, colors in array
abuse of the atmosphere is something we will pay

A cold snap last weekend chilled my heart
winter winds work their way with driving rain
the damp dankness depresses my lungs
I thrive only in fine dry warm weather, wellness there

The coming winter fills me with dread, yet happy I choose to be
misery may love company, but company will soon flee
each day brings birth to joy in life
I will not stress, strain the time or lose myself in strife

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Moonlit Dreams

Moon, you followed me every place I went
yet you are fading away from Earth
only eight inches thus far, but further?

Moon, you are my true love, soft Light you bring
we forget to celebrate you, except the Chinese
how sad for you, so you are departing us

Moon, if I could beg you to stay, my tears would not win
you must do as you feel right, as I keep
my gaze on your sphere, as we spin on Earth

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For My Mother

Unnaturally cold, a marble face

No blood flowed

When cutting her breastbone

Hot stumpy fingered hands

Will never grasp again and twist

Until whipped back as if from a coiled spring

And then to blame that wrung thing

For the pain inflicted in return

Malice that cut another’s quick

Until like a wild animal, they simply bit

What she sowed, so did she reap

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Paths of Gold

Light is fading now, nights draw in
But I’ve walked on paths of gold

Sun’s warmth is now failing us
Given to leaves that turn and fall
To adorn the ground we tread
What artist can paint these hues
How is this designed
Sad to feel the summer cool
Afraid to face the Fall

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Watching The Butterfly

Children’s Poem

The pretty butterfly that catches your eye
began life crawling as a caterpillar
It changed in a chrysalis, a bit like a sack
Nature has tricks and that is no lie

Watch on the ground as well as the air
creatures help make food for you and me
Bees won’t harm you just see them drift
from flower to flower because they are there

Nature is magical, all have their place
Trees are breathing to give us clean air
Tell all your friends that you know this secret
ask them to plant a flower in a pot or someplace

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Why

We ask why? of God
But I think he asks why of us

Why have we destroyed forests
Put poison on the ground
Made war and slaughtered many
Why do we traffic people
Make slavery of them
And continue to sell armory

Why have we corrupted ourselves
We need to ask ourselves why?

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