Rest the weary; soul's defense

I lack in langour, no time to sense


To aid the weak with pain and song

give all the strong, the strong, the strong


Pace intellect, control defect... growing precession

yet indirect..


Light bright, tone right... falter halt and sprite delight

Kiss the commodo, walking, his tail flailing in spite 


Long beaches, desert sand, nothing which I comprehend

Space in between -- alone -- facing that music, that tone, that tone


What would you do if I gave you an eye?

To see, to fair, in wish and wear?

Wanton flight of the nautical night?


Peace to the earth, and peace to man

Why not relate, why not pretend.

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Fell Into

t"...the strong, the strong, the strong..."and could not get out. Quicksand poetry. Hmmm.... slc



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A mire for desire, thoughtful

A mire for desire, thoughtful spire

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The last lines threw a

The last lines threw a curveball. But I guess  I’ve become a social, political and emotional agitator rather than a poet. I’ve got a soap box but I’m going to tuck it away for a while and concentrate on beauty which you always manage to inspire. We are all in a classic struggle. May we all win

Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS    

"Well, it's life SIMS, but not as we know it" - ¡$&am

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I tried to transpose some

I tried to transpose some pain with witless bantor of the main...