Category Archives: Poetry

Shining Bright

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it’s an afterward
moving

this of giving poetry
a way

to talk about the beauty
lingering

unseen
sensitivity shining

bright
in our darker days

when we
think there’s little

to be seen

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This poem can be read at page 109 of the published collection California Notebooks 02.

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Sleepy Grass

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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where

perfumes sail to
the clouds away

from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Random Cloud

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Ithink I’ve lost

that power within

and from above

 

I believe I am

fog that endures

with darkness

 

I think I have

missed the wind

on my sail

 

a random cloud

fair and heavy

to stay away

 

from everything

from you from what

I do not count anymore

 

and I’ve left behind

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Being There

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being there
one day

where the sound
of butterflies wings

could be heard
stretched on a smile

attentive to my
body changes

on the awe of gratitude
cracking away

a bit at a time
to deeper life

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Light

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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts

to linger in god’s
presence
light

that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02

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Winter Delving

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today too I went
to dig the winter
iced ground I had some
tears I could not let out

they were there like the
worm holes I saw
in the lumps I upturned

there are some things
I do not understand

about mankind
the worms were gone
hiding safe the dirt

just laid there perforated
all its holes not visible
before now looking up
to the sky under my eyes

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Pick Me Up

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peaceful the dust
lingers on my shelves

I touch books thrown
back in time where

is all that mind
knowledge gone

the people that
walked with me

transmuted no
stone left unturned

no thing left the same
I let dust be as

my eyes scan spines
bleached by the

sunlight come
god pick me up

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Perhaps

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perhaps I live for ever
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing

those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs

perhaps I fly protected

in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it

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January 27 was International Holocaust Memorial Day , this poems is my contribution to honor the victims.

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