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The World We Eye June 08 2014 — June 9, 2014

The World We Eye June 08 2014

Sight at the world
Giving in forms of words
Its shape defined
In prose or rhymed
And sets a tone
To ponder anew
The world we eye
From a different
View.
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Scars April 04 2014 — April 5, 2014

Scars April 04 2014

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One cannot travel through life devoid of scars.

Each nightly ritual reminds of stories past as you

Sluice away at the open wounds of the day.

I trace a silver line on the curve of my foot,

Conjuring up memories of hurried feet along train tracks,

The shortcut to home. Furtively listening for the train whistle

That would squeal on us, my brother and I hastened home.

In my haste, I stumbled on a broken beer bottle, flung negligently.

The gash was deep, he tore his shirt in strips and bound me safe.

I hobbled home. We laughed. My brother gave me the shirt off his back.

I retrace the silver line fondly.

 

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Scars April 04 2014 — August 1, 2015

Scars April 04 2014

Old Memory

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One cannot travel through life devoid of scars.

Each nightly ritual reminds of stories past as you

Sluice away at the open wounds of the day.

I trace a silver line on the curve of my foot,

Conjuring up memories of hurried feet along train tracks,

The shortcut to home. Furtively listening for the train whistle

That would squeal on us, my brother and I hastened home.

In my haste, I stumbled on a broken beer bottle, flung negligently.

The gash was deep, he tore his shirt in strips and bound me safe.

I hobbled home. We laughed. My brother gave me the shirt off his back.

I retrace the silver line fondly.

 

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Hard Times May 31 2015 — June 5, 2015

Hard Times May 31 2015

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Hard times

We grow and let go

Of all the things, we think we know

We hold tight, to the things that are right

That keeps us from pacing long into the night

Pining for the time when the sun shone bright

And in the dawn’s ethereal glow

The demons we wrestle fading slowly from sight

Faith finds us, reminds us that day follows night.

Good times

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Hard Times May 31 2015 — June 1, 2015

Hard Times May 31 2015

hugs

Hard times

We grow and let go

Of all the things, we think we know

We hold tight, to the things that are right

That keeps us from pacing long into the night

Pining for the time when the sun shone bright

And in the dawn’s ethereal glow

The demons we wrestle fading slowly from sight

Faith finds us, reminds us that day follows night.

Good times

A Few Bursts Of Glory December 31 2014 — December 31, 2014

A Few Bursts Of Glory December 31 2014

Burst of Glory

I have never said it out loud before
Until today…
But in this coming year
All I ask for
Are a few bursts of glory
Shining moments
That hang, suspended…
Gleaming, twinkling,
That help me rise above the mundane
Remind me that the stars are there
To help me through the dark days
That I know will come
Because life is like that.

Happy New Year All.

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Our Need This Christmas December 2014 — December 14, 2014

Our Need This Christmas December 2014

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Each Christmas the coniferous trees
Stand righteously
Bedecked in their fir finery
on hill or home ~
While the Ash turn ashen in their nudity
The Maple exposed, stands frigidly
No adornment covering in the leafless breeze.

But the stately Spruce and Pine
Shine like the star, spangled
Bedazzled, bejeweled
Dispelling darkness ~
Lighting hearts, untangled
Awaiting Christmas bliss
We knowledge our need for this.

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Our Need This Christmas December 2014 —

Our Need This Christmas December 2014

Decorated%20Christmas%20Tree

Each Christmas the coniferous trees
Stand righteously
Bedecked in their fir finery
on hill or home ~
While the Ash turn ashen in their nudity
The Maple exposed, stands frigidly
No adornment covering in the leafless breeze.

But the stately Spruce and Pine
Shine like the star, spangled
Bedazzled, bejeweled
Dispelling darkness ~
Lighting hearts, untangled
Awaiting Christmas bliss
We knowledge our need for this.

— November 11, 2014
IN Remembrance vcl2014 —

IN Remembrance vcl2014

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IN Remembrance vcl2014

Nothing remains
To celebrate
In the death of millions
Whose humble sacrifice
Lies rotted
Poppies sprouted
To hide the stench
of righteous war
Gravestones heralding
Entrance into another world
Leaving grieving generations
Who discuss what might have been.
We honor your sacrifice
In a weary world, aspiring,
Hoping it is enough.

Song of the Sky November vcl2014 — November 10, 2014
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