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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Boots

April 2, 2018 at 10:56 am (Poems) (, , , )

Heber sits down on the dusty driveway.

He unties the double knot, loosens his right boot and takes it off.

His woollen sock has a hole at the toe

And another, larger one, at the heel.

Heber tugs at the string on the other boot.

It is stuck, fast. With mighty will, he breaks the string, and removes the second boot.

Heber takes the broken string in his old fingers

And mends it with a knot his father taught him.

Then, he takes the other boot and ties it to its shabby brother

He pulls himself up to stand upon the dusty driveway, in his woollen socks, boots in hand

And looks up.

Heber looks up at the great tree branches

Still leafless, after a keen winter.

He looks up at the pale grey sky edged by impending weather

Heber learned to throw, as a lad, long long ago, at school

As he raises his arm, a memory of winning crosses his lips and he smiles.

So Heber has his arm raised, then swings it far back, and up again,

The weight of his two old boots lending momentum

Up, the boots fly, high into the tree.

Heber looks till his neck begins to ache.

He looks up at his boots, swinging from the great tree,

And he looks at all the other boots, strings tied and paired, swinging in the tree.

Heber has a thought, chuckles, and walks

Noting the sharpness of pebbles in woollen socks, on the dusty driveway.

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Alice

March 23, 2018 at 9:52 am (Poems) (, , , , , )

Alice drank the bottle dry
Her life shifted
She craved entertainment
Following an impossible rabbit.

Her life shifted
The garden was beautiful for a time
But getting out was a problem
And overeating overcompensated.

She craved entertainment
But was swept away in a pool of tears
People plied her with reasoning
Which made no sense to Alice.

Following an impossible rabbit
Alice joined a tea drinking forum
And met many false friends
Narrowly avoiding heartbreak.

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Running Out

March 15, 2018 at 7:50 am (Poems) (, , , )

Gas is running out. Coal is

running out. Patience is exhausted.

Sage is just an antiquated word,

and thyme moves on inexoriably.

When beauty becomes the name of a blurred remembering

Beyond the helping hand of hearing aids and spectacles

I will run out into the street like a lost toddler

Screaming to be reconnected.

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Mattress ditty (sung to a tune that fits snuggly)

March 14, 2018 at 8:44 pm (Poems) (, , , , )

We have a new matteress in our house

It’s six feet long, and widee

No hope of us ever amoving it cuz

It’s made of lead insidee

Delivery men in a terrible rush

Have dumped it in the doorway

We cunna get past and it dussena push

We’ll have to sleep in the hallway!

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