Those Who Never Stand

There are some in this world
that never get to stand among men
that never feel the ground under their
feet
There are some in this world
that never get to roll in the grass
or throw a ball
feel their hearts beat fast as they
touch another's body in lust and love
There are some in this world
that never get to stand
that spend their lives
in silence except for the
flicker of light in the center
of their eyes
There are some in this world
that never walk but somehow
perhaps are just above us
all who cannot see that the binds
that hold us more tightly than
their freedom to soar

To Go Or Not To Go.... (you know the rest)

Saturday, May 8, 2010

I woke this morning up at four
and wondered would I go out
the door
had received a call two days ago
that someone dear to one finally had to go
The caller was a person for whom
customary caring often translated to
a sense of oppressive gloom
When, how and what to satisfy the question did loom
I turned the many sides like a prism
sparking in early morning light
each facet offering another version
of what was 'right'
and finally decided quite simply
that if I was up thinking at four
then at nine I would be out the door
perhaps on some other plane there
is an objective wrong and right
in matters of the heart there is a but..
a powerful voice that starts deep in the gut
the voice that informs what is known to be right for you
and the action that follows is what you will do

and so I went
and it went well
but even if it hadn't
still I would have went
and still hope that I would tell

Times Square

Time Square bright with lights
faces of all colors blend
in a palette of humanity
voices lilting, crisp all
tone and tenor
merge in the backdrop
of the rush of energy
the whirl of life
and remarkable
peace among many
it is not difficult
to see why someone
might choose Times Square
as the place to bring
fear it is easier to
see how simply it
is overpainted

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To The Good Ole Days I Go

Off I go wish me well
in the good ole days will I dwell
in the days long ago
with all the good set to go
to the days filled with beauty
with sparkling luster and fun
to days dotted with Coronas
cold limes and hot sun
to the days of tight bodies
pressed together spoon into spoon
to days ending with dancing under the moon
to days teaching children long hair pulled back and high
to days after teaching on a motorcycle there will I fly
to the days of tight bellies and to bellies tight with child
to the days and nights following too miraculous to be filed
to the dance of the days of the sparkling fun
to the good ole days with good friends smiling into the sun
to the good ole days will I go mind, body, soul and baby boy
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Down To One

It's the holiday
the table white
linen set
crystal sparkles
silver shines
the good china
all lifted down
from the high
cupboard
and now in early evening's
golden light
slippers shuffle
soft and nearly silent
on the glow waxed floor
as finally finished she
sits in her
usual seat
to watch the
door that
stays shut
no matter how
often she checks
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Sunday, February 14, 2010
Recharging.....
Back on Saturday..until then recharging with pen and notebook.
:)
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To a tiny baby...

As magical as fairy's wings
as certain as your
beating
heart
sparkling in
the shimmer
of hope
glinting
off uncertainty...

Life...
Wondrous

Sand and Sea

We sat on the sand there my father and I
close to the water by and by
I so small my legs stretched out only reached the top of his close to me thigh
We sat on the sand there my father and I
close to the water alone there he and I
Watch said he and of course I did
As he scooped a hand of loose sand which in his fist hid
Watch said he as he opened his hand through his fingers
drifted grains of sand
He brushed his palm with meticulous care
until only one grain remained sparkling there
Looked from his open palm straight into me
You are as small as this grain of sand in the whole scheme of things that are and will come to be
And then brushing his palm and
holding his arms around me
turned me around on his knee
as he pointed with arm outstretched remember said he
you are also as vast as this sparkling sea

Starched Dresses

My mother, child woman
on long lean legs
starching dresses
til they stood
like waiting
soldiers
protectors
against
those who
would dare
to question
the claim
of our tiny
band
our family
a wounded soldier
slashed from stem
to stern
black hair dashingly
falling across
his forehead
a beautiful woman
love, responsiblity
hope, faith and
determination
to prove
that she
had the right
to be who
she was
proud
dressing
her girl child
in bows, curling
her hair
and presenting
her for all
to see as
a child
who was
wanted
in the starched
dresses
that proclaimed our
family=s honor.

The Real Deal

With no sight
of my own
I came to know you
through his eyes

That shining girl
with perfect teeth
clear smooth skin
hair wind-ruffled
flashing that smile

Tall standing
lean on
legs so strong
and long
they never seemed
to stop

A real girl
a soap and water
real deal girl
Even sometimes
with Tweed, Channel
Shalimar those scents
for myterious women
you were still
unaltered

That tall, smiling
shining, hair ruffled
soap and water girl
known through
the love in
his eyes
sparkling forever
real

Fire In The Snow

To the fire in the snow...

I can never hate the snow
The ice
The cold
That burns
And chills
Because my
soul was sealed
with hope
with promise
with passion
with friendship
with commitment
Resurrected by
a special love
a transcendent love
that glows and grows
fire, warmth, and comfort
within the snow
Still and forever
Beyond the inanities
of organza and lace
Of musical bands and
dancing witnesses
Beyond all
To the core
of it all
to the dazzling
sparkle of
fire in the snow

The magic of
Our life
Our love,
In the fire of the snow.........