Watermark

November 23, 2018 at 1:18 pm (Poems) (, , )

It’s funny how our lives will weave
a pattern which we can’t conceive
of when we try to plan a route
from A to B. So what’s afoot?
Relax your eyes and look again
and you will see another frame
existing but so nearly not
it’s hard to know the path it plots
but trust its steady head and heart
To guide your hand as you depart.

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Discord Descort

September 29, 2018 at 7:54 am (Poems) (, , , , )

When nothing sits pretty; all thoughts in disarray
angry clouds alter barometers.
I am a fishcake, plucked from your plastic sea
You hold me remotely and nevertheless I dance for you.

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Tessellation

September 26, 2018 at 6:57 pm (Poems) (, )

Pieces may correlate in various ways.
It is not guaranteed,
nor should we be surprised
when salt runs out without solution.
What is this trickery,
providing multiple possibilities
in a limited time frame?
How many chances before they shut us down?

So legs wrapped round a nice warm belly,
arms entwined or lips pressed near,
expression of a kind intention
might suffice to hold us here.

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Two to Tango!

August 31, 2018 at 8:18 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

With grace we’ll be around next year

Sipping Cali Majito

We’ll put on woven hats of straw

And do the Boston Tango.

We made our lives up very well

I’m happy as a mango

Your sparkly eyes are quite a prize

They’re just like Marlon Brando’s.

I never wanted very much

I thought I’d won the lotto

When you came by and took my eye

My heart it was besotto

And our romance is one long dance

Beacause we have this motto:

Leave me alone and I’ll come home

Coz I know what I’ve gotto!

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Footsteps

August 22, 2018 at 5:09 pm (Poems) (, , , , , )

How do I know where
you went away to that day?
But I imagine

a very thin line
between adjacent spaces –
We can almost touch.

Maybe we could walk
perpendicular pathways
and swap philosophies?

Our respective footsteps
on the dusty paths, a sign
We shared a little time.

Then, dressed in sparkles
perhaps you’ll up and choose to
smile and dance away?

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Lynn

June 29, 2018 at 11:42 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

So sad to learn, today,
A friend has passed away
Her generosity
was limitless and free.

So much was in the sandwich
She bought to class one day
A present for this teacher,
Who loved her quirky way.

So sad to find her absent
When she was always here
Exuding bubbly humour
Which got us through that year.

So many fates were twisting
Our children grew and changed
Relationships departed
But our friendship remained.

So long, my favourite student
You’ve graduated now
The Alumni of the heavens
Will welcome you – and how!

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Amazing Mind

June 7, 2018 at 7:33 am (Poems) (, , , , , )

Let’s build a fine universe, a beautiful mindfulness
A mind we can live in, a mind to create with
With thought we’ll find values, with care we’ll discover
Discover our mentors, discover our questions
Questions wait out there and questions bring troubled thought
Thought bringing change about, change not intended
Requiring dedication, grit and determination
Unending participation, extreme ingenuity
Ingenuity walks clever, finds a path through the darkest dark
Though dark thoughts may surround us, dark tendrils confound us
we can be our own physician, breaking hard but then mending well
Well is a way through, wellness our freedom
Freedom would evade us, freedom from bigotry
Bigotry stains our universe, bigotry limits us,
But limits are dry stone, limits are but high walls
And walls are surmountable, walls can be clambered.
Let’s climb with our brave hearts, climb with our strong minds
Mindful, sure footed, soulful and well-equipped
Equipped for the long haul, equipped now to lead and share
– Our universe is an amazing mind.

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Tide

June 4, 2018 at 11:17 pm (Poems) (, , )

Deep friendships sundered,

Snagged and pulled under by life:

Now resurfacing.

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Garden

May 18, 2018 at 8:47 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

A garden has a lot to teach
When in my life I overreach,

Reminding me to find the place
Beneath my feet, where earth’s embrace

Will give me all I ever need
To reap the love I sewed from seed,

For though life’s secrets will unfold
And I must wander till I’m old

It is a garden filled with flowers
Where I will spend my happiest hours.

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Train

April 23, 2018 at 7:34 am (Poems) (, , )

I love train journeys
Sitting with perfect strangers
Drinking cold coffee.

The book in my bag
is dull in comparison:
all life is right here –

Held tight in packed bags,
contained anticipation:
quietly ready.

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