Category: Poetry
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Every Step of the Way
Life is a drama every step of the way! Intensely fought battles for roles, ideals, conceptions, perceptions Aberrations and …
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The Web of Time
We are a travelers moving along a web of time within a mist we call life. We see with light given from somewhere, outside, within, in-between, seldom seen at best, reflected. We make decisions; where to go, how to get there, what to think and feel; assuming truths, affirming movement we’re not sure of, through space most…
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What’s In A
What’s In A? Spent the day just giving giving giving money money money Getting food food and coffee. Part of the day I spent spending, speaking speeding soaking walking wet in the rain past endles endless rows of things. Things and things and things with different names every name a different thing every …
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Fragments Of A Dream Long Forgotten Revisited
Fragments Of A Dream Long Forgotten An old man remembers a dream he had as a boy. One day he thought back through time and A dream about a fine and beautiful place. fragments of a beautiful stained glass Upon contemplating the memory, the man realizes, window of untold beauty began to that for fifty…
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Life
Life is drama every step of the way! Intensely fought battles for roles, ideals, ideas, conceptions. Aberrations!! It comes with sin and love with neglect and abuse, hard fought wars to conquer baser instincts from the onslaughts of those with different roles, ideals or whatever forces there are inside that make us all the same.
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Hideous Nature, Life
Hideous nature, life … Ghastly in its death bed/its beseiging compass run its course. Bewildering with its struggles/ writhing in its pain/ desire seeking fire/rifting terrorism’s claim. Severed thinking/ thoughts of creepy crawlies/ struggling through night against all reasoning. There’ll be no full moon tonight to guide the single masted ship sailing saw tooth tiger’s…
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Even the Crazies
I’ve been to the monument I’ve seen the inland sea .. I’ve walked between the rising sun among the trees of blackest night beneath the moon and star filled sky and midnight sun’s reflection. I’ve heard the diesel’s mournful wail along the rails of time the trail of tears I walk alone…
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Two’fer
Two F’er – Two – I was flying sideways in my car along streets full of passers by looking for tomorrow and a day that will never come. Past fields of wheat and flax I drove past lines and furrows along roads well traveled where spiral masses lie in wait for early spring past the mystery…
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Ultimate Rot
A picture couldn’t do justice to Arctic wind’s ferocity blowing across the great lake thirty or forty m.p.h. white caps rushing toward shore water, trees, sand and leaves … combined Shhsssshing relentlessly, my hoody inflated into a reverse parachute pushing my head and body backward. Dots of rain prick my face the occasional snow…
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Second Life
See the angry acts of many rich too proud to bond with mother earth their caskets bulge with stolen goods, no thought to share their riches with generosity, given freely their greedy souls ever searching their habits deadened, never knowing thoughts worth thinking. Some people care within their own demise their envy keeps them living, their…
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Endless Possibilities
Driving out endless possibilities/pictures skating over thin ice/holes chopped through frozen reality/broken dreams in hospital/waiting for repair. Unknown encounters passing by/sparks of visions wondering why/lives joined in sequence/the river meandering by/sweet and terrible waters. Birth spring summer fall reliving/gifts supreme/singularly seen with double meaning/sun’s heavenly face moving/fresh air beyond belief/old worlds torn asunder. Rising swells /moving sands/deadheads…
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It’s Ironic
Something funny transpired today between my nurse practitioner Matt and Me after our consultation. He ended our visit saying, “These are things you have to do when you start getting older,” and so we had touched on the subject of Life. “Men don’t live as long as women you know. “ “I know,” one of us…
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Hideous Nature, Life
Hideous nature, life … Ghastly in its death bed/its beseiging compass run its course. Bewildering with its struggles/ writhing in its pain/ desire seeking fire/rifting terrorism’s claim. Severed thinking/ thoughts of creepy crawlies/ struggling through fright’s night against all reasoning. There’ll be no full moon tonight to guide the single masted ship sailing saw…
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He Gave Us the Freedom
She looked with cold indifference at his efforts to teach the connection between our lives and nature. Bridge parties, the daily routines of life and an afternoon nap, were the essential components of her life. He gave us freedom to explore the sandy beaches, dunes, trout streams and the Great Lake where he had fished and…
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Ergo Again
Ergo i’m torn in many wonder ways captive held by scalding seas narrow channels heights below surfeit ever changing seasons finding mark/steady back against chest walls contact surface shot to shit with sweet nostalgia. —————– one single look of ‘wonder why’ exchanged was it that or or simply sad? ————— contact!!? spark !!! breath…
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For tribalmysticstories: A Tribal Mystic Story; Poem For My Father
– Poem For My Father – One day he took me to a copse of trees where we sat under a canopy of newly formed leaves above us a clear blue sky where he gave perspectives to me different from anything I had learned. Thoughts from the other side of what we think we know.…
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Without Love
Without Love … we make our way across the frozen tundra of our hopeful desires unaware that beauty rests just below the surface of our painful hearts; a streak of light unseen nestled within each throb of hurt the light of hope the knowledge that Love exists only were it not for the pain that…
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FaKakda fakakda
Heard today downtown: “Fakakda this fakakda folker spoiling far a pongha fakakda, the fakakda fun a Yiddisha fakakda? that’s me! I’m the number one fakakda fakakda best fakakda there is by far! Fakakda Me! Wooh woohwhoospuke spoof woof …. Oye veigh …. so If you don’t think this is funny then I probably need to see…
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A Time For Sleeping
A Time For Sleeping Saturday was a cold, gray day. I lit the fireplace for a quick warm up. Before leaving the warmth of the cottage I wrote a little more, donned my hoody and coat turned off the gas grabbed my camera and entered the cold but beautifully pure, refreshing northern air. I walked…
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Serenity
I told you yesterday that spring had sprung and i knew because i saw a fly and a bull ant on the floor by the fireplace, a tickling on my arm as i wrote this piece not fifteen minutes ago a tiny spider had invaded my space! There are gnats and mosquitos and other tiny…
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Trail’s End: The Great Beginning
Hear words spoken softly whispering kindly seeking solitude shelter from the storm. … See withering roses planted the sky above paying tribute, fresh water flowing through breezes in the dark to places unknown on paths never taken. … The never ending search for trail’s end. … The great beginning.
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Inner World
Inner World Four square tiles, wandering spaces, shapes of faces, coffee groups of three and five talking heads saying something. A lonely person sits and dreams her lonely dreams outside the world inside her. Couples grasping meaning wrapped ‘round shoulders in stages of adulation, their voices echo hands held in wonder, eyes roused with affection, drawn to secret dreams, the face of life’s intent. While store front neon lights surrender to…
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Second Birth
See the angry acts of many rich too proud to bond with mother earth their caskets bulge with stolen goods, no thought to share their riches with generosity given freely their greedy souls never searching their habits deadened, never knowing thoughts worth thinking. Some people care within demise their envy keeps them living their thoughts…
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When I Was Born
That summer hot and sultry mid month mid year mid way past midnight bright lights shining blinding hands grasping fingers smashing through the air i did not really care it was not my problem i was their’s for the taking …!! i heard the pain that wasn’t mine explode into my space, the air, the…
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Darkness, Dreams, Despair, Chaos, Meaning, Disharmony, Astonishment, Clarity … Once Again
Submerged in darkness within dreams of despair, life chaotic with meaning disharmony existing but for our astonishment when it doesn’t, and we see with clarity … once again.
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What I’d Write About
I stay up all night and write. Then I sleep, get up and start over again. I take a notebook and write when I go to the mall or when I go to restaurants. I listen to people and write what they say. I write what people say when I talk on the phone. I write what flows through my…
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When Night Birds Take Morning Flight
When Night Birds Take Morning Flight I watched night birds take night time flight. While breezes washed ashore I walked the line where all three meet. Sky within dark water, waves of moonlight, sparkling grains of sand reflecting light below/above … between each other’s sight within their kisses of the night … I looked into…
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Love Gone By
Songs of life gone by Once familiar faces, stored emotions strands of light and sound from long dead memories can return to life with sudden force from fields of color passing by; when first time love was in the air loving words so dearly spoken return now whispered in your ear when least expected. Familiar faces…
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They Have Paid; They Are ‘Us’
A man who by his actions does not care about the citizenry of our country … got me wondering as I do … the amount of taxes paid by the 700,000 during their lifetime jobs well done and voluntary support and building of communities and passing on the best qualities … that the 700,000 have…
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Black Hole Sun
He lived within the half arch of light clueless about space and time – his simple thoughts were only concerned with food, sex and shelter. He felt safe in his world except for the force of an endless dream. An ancient story told to him by rods and switchbacks buried deep within his being. Little bits…
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Making, Making, Making
It’s ok to feel good every once in a while! Life’s treasure doesn’t come along that often! It lies in wait for the right trigger. Or is it time, and we all run on cycles? For me the treasure never lasts as long as I want it to. (which would be most of the time)…
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Reflection: The Web of Time
We are a travelers moving along a web of time within the mist we call life. We see with light given from somewhere, outside, within, in-between, seldom seen at best, reflected. We make decisions; where to go, how to get there, what to think and feel; assuming truths, affirming movement we’re not sure of, through space most…
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Savoring the Melt
Snow covering the ground at 8 by 1 had disappeared. By 5 newly formed powder flakes/bigger than cotton balls/floated downward, /so light they rose and fell a second time/as I passed /turning my world white once again crystal flakes given form/from clouds high above/each its own and unique world/alive within the tiny gales/and silent currents forming/atmospheres above, …
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Song of Christmas Past
Song of Christmas Past I sing the songs of Christmas past of joyful times gone by … the words and stories known so well that float behind my eyes … I turn the pages of the book I see within my mind .. I listen to the sighs; sweet songs of Christmas memories of time and love…
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To Be
To Be Childish to think that everything’s linked from centered soul past the ID into the land of ink and despair … linking oneself yup with life never had nor life never lived, the moments between the anchor that keeps us from letting go the weight surfeit enough to hinder flight from taking flight enough…
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The Same Strange World
And so, he did. .. (go back to his room.) He loved the absurdity of these kinds of situations; the startled first time behavior and the look of surprise, like a kid finding an agate in the sand excitement, wide eyed, incredibly amused at the absurdity, a brief return to childhood wonder, the disappearance of…
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Three Musets
Three Quarter Seasons spring time trees grow green leaves new life bright sun great days to swim much fun ! snow days light wings falling skies gray Winter’s Warmth great lake frozen water skating fire warm skaters gathered popcorn! days end hands held walking best friends Trout Stream Camp cool stream flowing gently light dreams…
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Excerpt: Strange World
Excerpt After the nurse left his room he thought about what had occurred and in a drug and pain induced brain fog, pulled the tubes from his left arm and, using the food cart as a walker made a half assed attempt to escape the hospital for some unknown reason. From that point forward the…
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Purple Words
Purple Words – One late Spring day, my students and I walked to the Dairy Queen with the thought in mind that we would capture unique experiences and write about them when we returned to the class room. After lunch, we formed a single file line crossed Monroe Road to the sidewalk, walked west for two blocks,…
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The Light Within For Rahul Gaur
The Light Within I fixate on time constantly When i hear the wail of a diesel horn or smell fresh mown grass or look out at the inland sea i hear the sound and i’m transported to the stored light of another time each magnifying the other more deeply every time. We build our lives on…
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Jigsaw
I thought I knew but I knew I hadn’t found the answer to my question. You know you know when you’re spaced out and your brain has been on cruise control for a while and you’re still scratching your head wondering why you can’t stop thinking because there’s still a piece missing just below the…
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There Was His Face
There was his face … A mixture of youthful mirth, his right eyebrow a calligraphy flare at the end of a sentence, his mouth twisted into a half smile, his head cocked to the side, mischievousness written all over the place; a question mark at the end of his eyes that said, you don’t know what I’m thinking do you? He looked…
Tales From A Midcentury Boy / Growing Up in Michigan 
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