Tag Archives: beauty

Eyeing The Sky

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it’s part of nature
to wait it took me
a long time to get
it to taste the truth
of such statement

beauty of flowers

starts in the cycle
the seed growing
in darkness eyeing
the sky smiling to
the breeze falling

asleep at night so
many times until
it’s fall come in
time that is a
repeat that

is patience at his best

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A Hint Of Poetry

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I wish no one
to die without a hint
of poetry

a hue of love
compassion or
passion

I wish you
all the urge to cross
over this

threshold
while in your home
a nice skin

seeking a touch
from heaven to come

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This poem is at page 107 in the new “California Notebooks 02” soon to be out!

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Dreams From The California Notebooks

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showering
under the full moon
each drop a miniature

globe satellite revolving
my breath slowing
with each step

in the garden
eyelids lowering
under the rays

reflecting

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Pregnant Cloud, 2015

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I can’t stop
my steps
if every step
charges me up

verses overflowing
I’m the pregnant cloud
ready to pour as I sit
in front of this hot sun

I’ve my own shape
definite contoured
by blue patches

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Not Rosaries Nor Missals – Whispering, 2016

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I like to think
of my memory
fixed as I age

having a better
recollection of
all it has been

while
never alone
to get broader eyes

looking at the now
and what’s beyond
to see the whole

picture but
all I want indeed
is to have these

beautiful ears
placed as jewels to
decorate me

to hear dogs laughing
and birds singing
to detect clearly

his love whispering
the deep silence

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. The poems, about a spiritual journey, have the habit of popping up here, for a maximum count of seven, in July of each year.

The older poems of the collection can be found, and read, using the search window to the right of this screen.

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Dreaming From The California Notebooks

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was dreaming of

sunny awakenings

sweet cuddling and

words few – tight together

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was getting out to say

good morning – gratitude

will not fail me

a smile in spite

of everything

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I will hold

happiness

between

my hands

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Happy New Year From California

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It’s my honest wish all of you reading may have a powerful and serene new year in the practice of gratitude. May beauty abound to you!

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may we find a way

to silence the loud

obsessive thoughts

 

sons of fear to welcome

the ones shaped as wings

a conglomerate of lightness

 

feathers on strong muscles

to allow us to soar thorough

life’s beauty with our beaks

 

open wide

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  • Poem from taken from “California Notebooks” my new book just released on Amazon.com

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Indian Wells

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I will not
repeat what
flowers tell me

as I walk by
at sunrise

their opening
to daylight

exhaling joy
it will stay
as gentle breeze

compressed
in shells shapes

to the sides of
my curious head

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Hands – Eulogies 2014

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when dad died they
clothed him for funeral

his hands so beautiful
crossed over his chest
they were the only thing

talking of him to me

I took a picture my
relatives anger rose
I could not avoid that

I haven’t seen it once

that picture it’s hiding
away to be gazed at on
a day when I’ll accept

distance or enjoy
closeness where
will my hands

go when I die

not on my chest
nor on my belly
for that short

time of the viewing
a sense of lack

of no more breath

a heaviness not favoring
digestion nor straight aside
as a soldier of whose army
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Poetry From The California Notebooks

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everything speaks
to me
of mending lately

I hear that word
inside
a practice very few

are aware of and
even
less know how to

I see ants mending
sewing
dirt to the ground

endlessly humming
birds
working the low air

other birds unknown
to me
reach out to clouds to

attach them to the sky
for me
it’s all there to see

as I lay beside men who
only
know how to punch holes

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