Simple 36

There is a time to hate
There is no time, however,
for idle thoughts and empty words

Now is the time to live large
and love abundantly

His Story

An intoxicating song crooned by a one eye Gypsy

Carts laden with treasure straining

Spring time in Russia...thaw up to the knees

The pot bellied Corsican's bald headed soldiers,
trudging all the way back to Paree

Centuries late, Wehrmacht and SS advancing
motorized this time in the direction from Poland

His story, her story, their stories
our stories... sometimes History.

Oets to Votive

the moment
Pen touches paper

the moment
Insertion takes place

meanderings inevitable
Stream into words

haphazardly forged
We poets

oets to verse
to Sun holding votive

55 Amazing

It's a puzzle
nothing to fret about
but what happens after dying
you're buried, you rot, that's it?

For the time allotted
my garden continues my inside out
Winter's long shadow is my me walking,
sanding still.

Two weeks remain before Christmas,
and the azaleas up front are blooming pink.
The jasmine out back
have put yellow flowers

Hundreds of crows
swarm and migrate tree to tree.
Two cardinals are fixing to nest in the jasmine
If there's more, I'm not sure I want it.

In the meanwhile,
east of the Urals,
my distant sister
mans a battalion of Tajikistan's finest.

Blue

The first time I saw your face
I remember the look in your eyes
a thunderous herd of racing clouds racing the sun
The first time I fell for your eyes

The songs asks it, how deep is the ocean?
My question is another,
what are the sky's dimensions?
You who breathe it out, I who breathe it out.

The first time I saw your face
I knew it then, I know it now
I am yours
U are mine

Evolution

I want to talk with ghosts
I want to know the why of everything that moves

I want to probe the dawn of dawns
when from vapors I arose
and out of mud I took conscience

without a stitch, without a cloak
with cravings true and mine and species

Grace vs. Courage

we crossed the heavy seas on dingy
the waves towered...you were pregnant
we're both in fear of capsizing,
at the next slap to broadside us.

the sharks circle
we put on brave faces
for sake of crew and passengers

decades later, a bed is detached from emergency wall
nurse pushes you prostrate through emergency surgery doors
intravenous bags sway overhead. overhead the florescent slip
like blurred memories of omen fish

says the nurse, "time to say goodbyes."
we kiss as christians should. are we scared? not on a dime.
am tearing streaming brokenhearted, though

we put on brave faces for sake of crew
you and i are, we're finally one, beyond fear at last.
courage is trick of mind over panic
a skill picked up along the way

Grace, however,
is absence of fear.
Grace is gift from God