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FROM THIS GROUND (COLLABORATION WITH DEBORAH RUSSELL)
I've seen the sway of palms
in the sheen of a clear blue sky
and tropical sunsets
the cause for many to deeply sigh
My distant memories sail
from within, on a long lost sea
incomplete waves of thoughts
separating you from me
I 've climbed on desert mountains
then drifted along the shore
toes gripping sea washed sand
where many thoughts were moored
Bits of God's holy land slipping
into the tides of time
i'm grateful for the memories
that awash whispers of a rhyme
I am a foreigner perhaps from Jupiter
and landed strangely here on Earth
a place dilapidated and corrupted
by mortal man from birth
Among the roads and byways
I travel through winding lands
to gather hillside flowers
and songs of streams and hands
I met a curious man from mars
who practiced the poetic arts
he wrote of love, peace and kindness
and dreamed of winning hearts
We wrote a song or two of life
and travelled different lands
among the parallels of earth
by circumstances of our hands
If living here among lost souls
would entwine us - tied and bound
then in weakness and oppression
poetry freed us from this ground.
MY RESPONSE
This poetess friend of mine
Shared deep thoughts in rhyme
At a time when the world slept
We came and spent some time.
She spoke about life and death
I talked with her about love
And in our own poetic ways
We laughed and made a vow.
A vow to be never false
To the voices of the heart
To never barter or sell
Our God-blessed poetry art.
We were both souls that knew
Suffering, pain and joys
So in each other we confided
A keen philosophical view.
We from our own far worlds
Looked at the Milky Way
The way that Venus shone
And went past night and day.
That was when we got sure
About a life beyond this earth
Where death had no control
Over laughter, joy and mirth.
Where love was the language
Known to one and all
Where God was not veiled
Nor were in bondage.
From this ground of ours
We two poets couldn't see
The million different earths
Made for her and me...
Collaboration with Deborah Russell (Kuku) Copyright 2002
quite enchanted was I
to find myself sampling upon
the likes of a strolling brew
of two poignant troubadours
perhaps
reclining each
their fondest thoughts shared
so to better explore
every word's never once thought
to its warmest hue
t'was a rolling froth of eye intoxicating
mead
one might even express
Beowulf himself would have been proud
to tilt a tote for his hero's need
as he offered up his own chivalrous address
and yet there are goblins in this lagoon of verse
I, myself have witnessed
ones which I would not wish to trample upon
but I felt at peace with the surface subject
of their counterparts
and I could not find fault
in the joy
they from themselves had wrung
through their words
and in the miracle of tracing
their very souls back through
their own humanity
all the while
blessedly locating
each other
t'was a beautiful twining
truly to be noted
an otherworldly escape
from self
blended from
two primal points of
exit and entry
gloriously patch worked
and quoted
up to a point
where
'The Mere Reader's Eye'
could not be better pleased...........
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