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first light
the perfect symmetry
of a moth | tempslibres |
noon --
the morning clouds
roll from the valley | tempslibres |
slowly ...
a loon preens
in the mountains reflection | tempslibres |
waiting...
dandelion fluff
lands on the table | tempslibres |
a twilight sun
between two peaks -
white lilacs | tempslibres |
boardwalking--
the dragonfly's shadow
drops through a crack | tempslibres |
in the far shadows
something swimming
-- or a log | tempslibres |
flashing against
the winter killed grass
a swan's whiteness | tempslibres |
April -
a gull's cry passing
through morning snow | tempslibres |
spring evening
a long pause on the bridge
to watch the water run | tempslibres |
sunny afternoon
the scent of leaf mold
mixed in the ice | tempslibres |
water changing
into ice --
the pale moon | tempslibres |
hazy afternoon
the woodpecker's call
bounces off the ice | tempslibres |
dusky clouds --
a patch of blue
hangs over the valley | tempslibres |
February --
the heart-shaped tracks
of a moose | tempslibres |
returning birds --
three notes pass through
morning fog | tempslibres |
waiting for
the loon to surface
I hold my breath | tempslibres |
somewhere
in the autumn haze
cranes calling | tempslibres |
day's end :
muddy boots
& cold coffee | tempslibres |
winter fog --
floating out of the barn
a farmer's lantern | tempslibres |
cold morning
only the sound
of pages turning | tempslibres |
gray dusk --
the orange flare
of his cigarette | tempslibres |
Ash Wednesday
in slowly passing clouds
a dusting of snow | tempslibres |
smoke curling
from a snuffed candle --
crescent moon | tempslibres |
winter morning --
blast of a train
whistle | tempslibres |
morning commute --
a hawk perches
on a speed limit sign | tempslibres |
blustery night
imperfect lullabies
from the windchimes | tempslibres |
Valentine's Day
a forsythia
without birds | tempslibres |
early spring air
all day long
our beds not made | tempslibres |
husband away
washing his socks
by hand | tempslibres |
between memories
and the parents' grave
the curtain of rain | tempslibres |
my sweaty skin --
enough for three weeks
his ironed shirts | tempslibres |
beggar's steps
at the bakery
slower and slower | tempslibres |
jesus smiles grabs his guitar and plays
a couple of familiar riffs crooning take it
take another little piece of my heart now baby | img2poems |
after a flying ovation she realizes
she is not with the kozmic blues band or
big brother and the holding company | img2poems |
you do a lot more talking in your sleep
than you used to do now you're growing old
i wonder what there is for me to keep | img2poems |
look back: you see the path we chose was steep
and needed all our strength but we were bold
it took our breath and left us only sleep | img2poems |
there was a time when talk of love came cheap
and what was bought was what the other sold
there was so much we didn't think to keep | img2poems |
if all those words were piled up in a heap
of gold like tokens of love bright and cold
would you desire them or ask for sleep | img2poems |
only know you've been high when you're feeling low
disgust the road when you're missing' home
only know you love her when you let her go | img2poems |
t
s
eliot would've been ashamed of me | img2poems |
nothing is past nothing is lost
one brief moment and all will be as it was before
how we shall laugh at the trouble of parting when we meet again | img2poems |
father breath once more farewell
birth you gave was no thing ill
my heart is still as time will tell | img2poems |
your eyes were fixed
staring at nothing and
turning into pale blue | img2poems |
the funeral is sad and i cry even though i never knew the boy in the coffini cry because things have to end
why can't they be endless
i cry cause death is heart-breakingi cry for his family's pain | img2poems |
crumbled lives
never to be again
scattered like leaves | img2poems |
cute and hot
mountain and beaches
rose gold and the color of peaches | img2poems |
five languages she knows
lena na usse panga
ycm ke peeche at swarganga | img2poems |
o soft and dainty maiden from afar
i watch you as amidst the flowers you move
and pluck them singing | img2poems |
more golden than all gold your tresses are
never was harp-note like your voice my love
your voice sweet-ringing | img2poems |
they have been whispering in my ears
besides my heart doth presume
as thou art my life's pearl | img2poems |
locked up in passion
never make a promise
but i'll be what he | img2poems |
learning on a curve
and im certain they couldn't stop
the pace in case you doubted | img2poems |
i taught you greek
but your painting of
was pure platonic form | img2poems |
you drew the masks
of comedy and tragedy
in perfect harmony | img2poems |
of course i love you
but if you love me
marry a young woman | img2poems |
i couldn't stand it
to live with a young
man i being older | img2poems |
it was a coincidence that you were from same college as well
i have watched your dance
each and every moves reflects the dance of goddess | img2poems |
way down south in dixie
they hung my black young lover
to a cross roads tree | img2poems |
way down south in dixie
i asked the white lord jesus
what was the use of prayer | img2poems |
way down south in dixie
love is a naked shadow
on a gnarled and naked tree | img2poems |
oh my god please don't tell me i failed
please lord just give me another chance
i promise i won't let you down | img2poems |
it happened in an instant like a flash of light
a burning deep within me like a shooting star or a crashing flight
like icarus before his demise | img2poems |
a never-ending supply
of food perhaps
asked god | img2poems |
no no
i said
and prayed and prayed | img2poems |
shall i offered god
remove all suffering
from the world | img2poems |
no i said
the world's already used to it
and i prayed and prayed | img2poems |
look you must tell me
what you want
said god now appearing a little irritated | img2poems |
oh well if you insist
i said
i want your job | img2poems |
for only in the gospel will my answers be
through the christ the redeemer my
redemption from this life of multiple lies | img2poems |
how seldom do we talk to god enquire his plan
why waste moments in planning the future
when all to be done is bow our head | img2poems |
yup you're not here for me
and i concede i'll never have
the pieces that you need | img2poems |
before i leave the stage
i will sing the only song
i was meant truly to sing | img2poems |
i live my lie
'cause if the theory's true
love damned can't die | img2poems |
one last package sits lone at midnight sticking up out
of the coast rack high as the dusty fluorescent
light | img2poems |
let my hand touch yours
let me warm it if it's cold
my last warmth shall not be wasted | img2poems |
until finally i discover
they have eliminated all
my pencilled outlines | img2poems |
it's not in the best interest
of a germ like hiv or you
to kill its host | img2poems |
it`s not the end of the road
it`s the beginning of a new highway
the `highway to a destination called `success | img2poems |
i've taken on his features to survive
and from me to the kid spotlights
have furnished only wastelands | img2poems |
these feet have worked farmland
drawing wheat grains from sand grains
and now they walk to the supermarket each week | img2poems |
vancouver bc canada
lrmt@hotmail
com | img2poems |
i remember my incomprehension at the sudden laughter
that burst out like it was planned my heartbeat quickening faster now
i remember i wanted to cry | img2poems |
make this stationary but it is already weighed moresca motion
four cruel columns twisting into beams and arches an epigraph
an old rending red wailing still wailing today an altered chord | img2poems |
pleure lili lili
pleure lili baby
puisqu'il va disparaitre | img2poems |
pleure lili lili
laisse l'ange endormi
choir sans heurt et sans bruit | img2poems |
tu sais lili ses ailes
interdit
tu ne voleras plus avec lui | img2poems |
i have locked myself in here
why don't i go out there
don't i hold my freedom dear | img2poems |
so i sneak out clandestinely
to make my first move towards my family
but what i see is the absence of love compassion warmth and humility | img2poems |
i found out my way through somehow
and came across a blood-soaked dove
she said this is the worth of peace my love | img2poems |
strangulated i return back to my prison
because i find no reason
to live freely in a world full of treason | img2poems |
on my journey ahead
for more frightening will face me: the thought filled me with dread
though my hunger for knowledge | img2poems |
you give me an apartment full of morning smells toasted bagel and black
coffee and the freckled lilies in the vase on the windowsill
you give me -across | img2poems |
you give me midnight apples in a car with the windows down
you give me the flashbulbs of an electrical storm
you give me thunder and the suddenly green underbellies of clouds | img2poems |
you give me hyacinths and narcissus
you give me foxgloves
and soft fists of peony | img2poems |
farewell
to
- nelson mandela | img2poems |
i wonder whom i should call
a plumber
proctologist urologist or priest | img2poems |
how dare he leave me
lost alone
i cried | img2poems |
je t'affranchis
des lents retours sans adieux
a rendre sourd | img2poems |
a death isn't always
a death it's birth of a new
memory instead | img2poems |
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