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Summer Summit

Folder: 
Sunpoems

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The day of most light
the summit of summer...
pours gifts
on earth
in silent waves
of the solar drummer

 

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Commingling Lights

 
COMMINGLING LIGHTS
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Commingling with full moon,
Big Dipper, and all other stars
the light of northern Aurora.
With creation too each glow
flows into that of foes...
One are
each and every aura.

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Mosaic

Folder: 
Psalms

Only You can pick up the pieces

Of my shattered past

And make something beautiful from it

Gathering the shards and placing them

Into an amazing and wondrous design

Like a stained glass window

Each piece meticulously positioned

Into a picture only the designer could see

 

When I give to You my best

I try so hard to make You proud

My feeble attempts

Like a bruised and broken flower

You hold it gently, press and mount it

Hanging it high for all to see

 

One day I pray that I can look back

And see my whole life laid before me

All the hurt and pain I experienced

Interwoven with the joy and happiness

A blanket that I can wrap my heart up with

And the knowledge that my life wasn't in vain

That I could see every stitch You made

How You carried me all the way

And brought me home to stay

Lean on others, it`s alright.

Heeeyyyy let`s turn that frown upside down.

Let`s smile bright

And turn the dark night, into a starry sight.

Though we are not quite there

We could still begin here.

 

A light has no shadow

But it can`t sustain itself.

It´s all right to need a little help.

A Spiritual Valley

Sunday morning Gospel

At a southern Baptist church

Praising with the choir

Listening to the Word of God

 

Where grudges are forgiven

And friendships re-united

We sinners find forgiveness,

Family, and a home

 

But here I sit

Alone at home

I couldn't be roused

To my own Father's house

 

I can hear the church bells in the distance

Calling white-washed tombs to repentance

Calling broken souls to be renewed

Calling crushed hopes to stand firm

 

Yet, here I sit

Looking out the window alone

Listening to their tolling

Refusing to be more

Than an armchair theologian

 

If my “deeds” are just words

Then they are not worth talking of

If I didn't speak to my Father today

Then why do I expect answers

 

If we are “the Body”

Why are we so apathetic

So CONSUMED by our own lives

That our faith wastes away

 

And as these thoughts come to me

I make myself more comfortable

Still refusing to be any more

Then an armchair theologian.

Distance

Folder: 
To My Wife

I would say I miss you

But you no longer care

You left long before your body

And left me alone with yourself

 

I'm always thinking of you

Everyone says you aren't worth it

Maybe they're right...

But I thought you were

 

I wish we could be “us” again

But do I truly miss you

Or simply the relationship we had?

I guess I'll never know

 

You've kept me at a distance

So far I'd never reach you

Now I suppose I've finally decided

To stop trying

Haiku and Hokku

Folder: 
Haiku

I.

 

Winter breathes coldly

A rose on new-fallen snow

Beauty in nature

 

White carpet without

Inside, the dog sleeps soundly

Dreaming of Spring days

 

Rain upon the window

Soothing, sweetly singing soft

As I write about it

 

II.

 

Family stay near

Life's storms draw close together

What calm drives apart

 

Special together

As I concentrate on work

She watches TV

 

Fearing the future

She wraps her arms around me

And holds me tightly

 

III.

 

Alluring water-front

Holding magnificent crafts

Warships now at peace

 

Men of foul language

Cargo brought ashore today

The smell of the sea

 

Moonlight on the waves

Horns of vessels passing by

A lonely gull cries

Seirenes

Folder: 
Tales and Fables
They say that love is an action
Not a feeling
Then why did I feel that way
Like spiraling down Charybdis 
To the sound of your siren song
 
Your haunting melody embraced my mind
Teasing me, clutching my heart
Until I could do no more than listen
The pain in your voice evident
The struggle against your very nature
 
How I wish that I could have saved you
That I had borne you far away
But you knew my thoughts
You sensed my intentions
And saved me instead 
From the surf of your tsunami
 
So now I sit alone on the sand
And perhaps my greatest torture 
Is standing on the shore of your pain 
And crying out to the oceans that separate us 
To receive nothing but silence in return.

Immortality

Folder: 
Light and Dark

Sometimes I hear the ghosts of my past

Often they whisper in my ear

Just out of consciousness

Barely audible, but present

 

Memories of those gone by

Now immortal in my mind

Forever they'll exist in me

Or at least as long as I live

 

For we are scars on the membrane of time

Carving our existence deep into it's flesh

Dying to gain immortality

Our existence tantamount to the memories of others

 

 

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