More Snow.... (Will Fall)
this body has to die,
to decompose back into earth,
for this spirit to step free,
and remember who it 'is'...
we borrow urns for the journey,
but urns are not the journey.
and pots made of clay,
cannot hold oceans forever.
the dance of death,
smells of womb, and depth...
the hidden name,
sets paper walls ablaze.
the kiss of death's lips,
turns great trees toward winter.
leaving stains in the snow...
ah, but more snow will fall!
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Perhaps We Are Then....
perhaps we are then elephants,
tiptoeing in forbidden flower beds,
drinking tea from cracked cups,
in a kitchen that needs to be swept!
or small burning things,
that no longer have form.
the cat in the window
of the abandoned house!
clothes waiting to be ironed,
potatoes waiting to be peeled.
hymnals in jail cells,
the book under the bed.
feet that need washed,
the knife grown dull.
the grave unmarked,
neath the tree that weeps!
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Small Minds!
small minds
create small gods,
limited thought,
limited expression.
lack of commitment,
limited responsibility,
passes the blame
to untouchable judgement.
a small bird
thought he was an eagle,
till the eagle came,
and killed him in flight!
we worship our fears
out of convenience,
drunkenly beat our chest
with talons of repentence.
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Speak Not To Me Of Hell....
there is no need to speak to me of hell.....
i hear the cries of women and children
dying in the bombing...
i feel the tears of mothers burying
their only sons.
i reel with the hunger,
of refugees and homeless families.
i hurt with the anger,
of the poor and desperate.
i can smell the failure,
that drives people over the edge.
i am imprisoned,
with those behind your bars...
speak not to me of hell,
but rather redemption and action...
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With A Question (For Jimmy Rumple)
for every answer,
there is a question.
for every what,
there is a why.
for every ignorance a cause,
for every cause a choice.
for every choice a reason,
for every reason a condition.
for every truth a light,
for every light a darkened corner.
for every mind there is a door,
locked and unlocked by will.
for every failure an excuse,
for every excuse another.
for every triumph,
hard work and reasoning...
which begins with a question!
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Your Heart
the burning bush...
or maybe Arthur's sword?
an unknown planet
where life does exist....
a butterfly in winter,
the Red Sea divided.
the mother of God
at the community center!
heal the sick!
help the poor!
stop all wars!
set free all those
imprisoned wrongly!
house the homeless!
be a father/mother
to the orphaned child....
stand arm to arm
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Buried...
a half a fifth of brandy
sits quietly on the shelf...
a tired old hat hanging
on a forgotten peg.
the flower garden bare,
the windowpane sighs.
the old rusted spicket,
covered by the spider's web.
empty boxes in the closet,
filled with nothing that remains.
wood stacked against the porch,
even the old dog knows.
letters falling from the mailbox,
the ink wet with rain.
my hand buried by the wellhouse,
my heart buried neath the gravel!
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Poetry Writes Us!
we dont write poetry...
poetry writes us,
the very fibre of our beings,
the flesh of our actions.
falling, broken, and vulnerable,
human mistakes and failings,
colored by love's passion;
the needing, wanting, striving
to touch and be touched,
to hold and be held,
to dance free of our bonds....
brothers and sisters to the wind.
woven together by suffering,
crying out for the light,
alive, and naked....
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Their Flight South
the tree bent by summer's storms,
prepares to shed her leaves.
and all signs of life,
leave branch and nook,
as beauty is revealed.
the weathered branch
stirred by the wind,
scratches against my chest.
sunlight weeps while shadows play,
and the sap drips with want.
the tongue of desire
wrapped around the balls of longing,
the dialogue of touching begins!
and winter's snows wait in perfect awe,
as the birds begin their flight south!
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To Be Fully Human!
hand to hand, brother,
our backs against the wall.
with nothing left to cling to...
but each other!
mind to mind, sister,
your thoughts free my thoughts,
my thoughts affirm yours....
understanding is the bridge....
heart to heart, my friend,
we are joined by the destiny
for which we were born....
love is the motion.
soul to soul, my family,
if you hurt i hurt,
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