Poetry Category

Morning Roast

This gazebo is one of my favorite places. By the lakeside, so quiet and peaceful – like a quiet song to match the calm within me. I watch the steam dance from my mug, and the dew borne mists swirl and rise from the grass under the morning sun. Out on the water a small […]

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Right Track

A split in the road, will often surprise us, which way we go is an answer inside us. No one will say whether the track is wrong, but only the track they think you belong. So tune them out, and hear your voice, and make your choice — wisely. For while there many tracks to […]

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Stream of Thought

There is a place between nightmares and dreams, where my thoughts flow just like a stream. It is there you will find me, oftentimes. Making rhymes – killing time. Making plans, and neural connections. Forgetting some things and inserting corrections. My mind will wander, from poetry to prose, from family to friends, to my garden […]

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Dare to be Different

Dare to be different, dare to be proud. Stand up and be counted, from within the crowd. Don’t worry what they think, or what they say. What they think, is pointless anyway. Stand up and be heard, from within the herd. Tell us your story, with your own special words. Who are you really, are […]

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New Memorial

Oft seen riding the wind, the old red, white and blue is a reminder to me. To be thankful, and celebrate the freedom given us by our forebears. Through their sacrifice, love, courage, and loss of life so many brave people gave their best to us. So I bow my head, and whisper a silent […]

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Dream Fishing

Take the line and cast it in, and wait. and reel. and wait some more. Take the line and cast it in, and wait. and reel, and wait… you have one! Reel it in, but not too fast! Reel it in, but not too slow! Reel it in, that fish you’ve caught or that slippery […]

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Cruel

Life will be kind in it’s cruelty and cruel in it’s kindness. It will give heightened touch and the mask of blindness. Sweetest roses, and sharpest thorns. Softest fur, and sharpest horns. Life will draw blood, but only to leave us scars. Memories of where we have been, and memories of who we are. Memories […]

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My Garden

The ‘greening rain’ comes each May and the delicate grass blades push upward toward the light. It is during this time each year, I walk the paths laid out some years ago. I wander the mossy carpets which sponge beneath my feet. I peek at the buds slowly opening their eyes, leaves unfurling at the […]

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Road Trip

Sometimes when I am busy with mundane things, I let my heart ride in a blue convertible with the top down and the wind blowing through my hair. That is my happy place, no matter where. I could be standing in the grocery store line and my mind will travel down mountain roads, where the […]

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It will be

I see you there, mortal man, raging against the wind, tide and sea and slicing at the vine, brush and tree, to make of the world what you will. And such beauty and horrors you have made! From my window in the sky I wonder at the living you do, with such mortal life. But […]

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