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how often we forget
it is us revolving
around the sun
we sit contemplating
in our living room
the shadows changing
how often we forget
we are mirrors
of others attitudes
we point the finger
pick up a part to act
just impersonating
how often we forget
to simply be a simple
word being thank you
no chats about the sun
moving raising setting
telling ourselves truths
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This poem is included in the bilingual collection California Notebooks 01. Click on the title for info.
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I load on beauty
between silences
those of plants and
lack of rain
these shivering
when reefers come
are not gossip or loud
news they are stanzas
needing spaces
in between needing
solid whites an invisible
bench to sit on
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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time leaving
traces everywhere
victims never
to be avenged
time cannot
be hold it can
be classified
never arrested
and if doing some
serious thinking
we last but the
length of a breath
time shows itself
and swiftly go
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This poem is part of the bilingual poetry collection California Notebooks 01 on sale on Amazon.
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why not marvel
at the thin long beak
of the firecrest
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or cry tears realizing
such songs
came from a thumb
size chest
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he fit the mouth
of my cat
so little it was this
bundle of joy
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covering the sky
among trees
with his wings
soft in my palm now
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Happy New Year, Happy New Life!
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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 part of the poetic collection, available on Amazon, California Notebooks 02
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the light will hit you
gloriously when in the midst
of nothing you’ll see
everything
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to know the weight
of my heart through
my eyes you can see
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how it makes my life
difficult the flight over
troubled landscapes
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I’ve that anchor inside
that sinks me like a spade
deep into the human
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learn not to judge
just look at things
let them sink in as
images in a mirror
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awakening to
having no
choice that
to have a job
that holds me
between the earth
and the sky
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she huffs and puts her face
down lined up with the concrete
patiently waiting for me
to remember to feed her
as I read and write and forget
the cat comes protesting
instead loud and demanding
until I get up to feed them both
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shy me lord
of what sinks me down
as I fall asleep
let peace wrap me up
my thoughts
lighten my worries
remove just
a timid smile to
welcome you
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knowledge is not
the intuition of beauty
it doesn’t strike the same
nor sinks deep as a thin root
nourishing the soul as
a dilated pupil widening
to the wonderful
beauty is spontaneous
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I am a drawing compass
one feet pointed the soft
one bent on a dance to
go from here to there to
close the circles to jump
out to run free today
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to soar up
above all
where stars
wait on the night
to pasture blue
clouds unkempt
where prayers
roam before
finding rest
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This poem is part of the selection for the new collection, soon to be published, California Notebooks 03.
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there is that voice inside
that opens our eyes to
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a secret mirror reflecting
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our deepest nature to
our absolute beauty
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