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To The End

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we all walk
bundled up on
winter days
but the dogs

jump for joy

the old man
will not sit by
his fire he takes
himself out

slowly stretching
his steps next
to the lines
of poplars

he will walk to
the end not
a thought
of surrender

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© 2013

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Seasons

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I end up at times

visiting old friends

dinners stretching

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over time feeding

our souls

the privilege

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of recalling

the spirit’s

visitations

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our hearts

a candle burning

quietly

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steadily shaking

in the evening

breeze leaves

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we are made to fall

and to die

full of colors

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when it’s season

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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.

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Removed

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under or above
removed from usual
grounds from valleys
to enter quieter realms
stillness and marvel
to be marginal
observing whether
with fish or birds
a new silence
lingering in
eternity

This poem is part of the collection Crossing Riviera.

By the way, in case you wish to give me some feedback based on your experience or instruction, this new Blocks Editor DRIVES ME CRAZY!!! Not sure it works for poems… even the Schedule seems more lengthy and complicated and, sorry for the past few weeks, missing the usual posting time and dates – I was experimenting with the Block Editor! Arrgh…

One More Query

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while we artists

on earth spend days

hardly making

a living as we struggle

to find the right

hues the precise color

to define a day

to portray time tell me

my dear where

you now indulge beauty

where time is

no more what color is

the forever

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⁃ To Michelle Pelletier –

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Superlatives

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the wildest

is at the bottom

of peace

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the loneliest

is found among

a crowd

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the kindest

is yourself forgiving

after rage

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Poem from Silente

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Last week no poems were ever published due to the gravity of George Floyd’s killing and in observance and solidarity of Black Tuesday and Black Lives Matter.

A Place To Be

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a place where

is no expectations
from others to be

some kind of perfect
god under sunshine

to relax where

everything in its
natural beauty lines up

me not too big
nor too small

for some people

doors where
my key wasn’t fitting

may be one
of my crazy dreams
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Reverberations, Unpublished, 2013.

Well Defined

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I will walk away from
the crowds and their buzz
finding an island to float serene
on way away from cravings
looks and strong odors
to my own shadow
well defined

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Poem from the unpublished collection Intertextures – Crossing Rivieras, 2013.

 

Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep…

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it is right by the side
of the road the Cathedral
In The Pines Cemetery

as if you could just roll
off the side of the road
dead and ready to lay

where there are no fences
but some more noise to
endure or is it a reminder

when the sun hides
at sunset behind red
blood colored clouds

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