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standing strong
in my solitude
sweet moments
of deep joy out
of my own well
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Aug17
Strength
Tag Archives: poem
Aug10
Prelude
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I do not ever
want to leave
this silence
.
this peace that
scared me yesterday
prelude of heaven
.
as I remember it
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Jul13
For You
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your unpronounceable name
backward is wonder
upward is silence
where I abide
to my best
for you
.
.
May4
Such Silence
*
such lightness
silence lingers
I thrive under
silence falls on us
to help us on
telling what is you
have to be
silent to hear poetry
.
Apr21
In The Middle
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to find the way
to that hiding place
right inside me
and right in the middle
build a nest
where to cuddle where
to sing to rest
inside of me the eternal
.
.
Apr6
A Soft Gliding
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when poetry comes
as a soft gliding
over my feelings
searching to appease
me a gentle caress
.
.
Mar16
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
.
© 2013
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Nov10
Humming
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a world ruled
by people living
according
to fear and wants
lots of out of tunes
chords
sit now let’s search
open minded for that
humming
.
.
Nov3
Home Space
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things cluttered
I move them around
just a bit as to call them
to make a list of prisoners
to make them feel less
lonely as my mind
speaks to them
their language
.
.
Sep30
Worries
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now I know
it is worries
that separate
me from you
dark lines
in-creasing
may dissipate
as smoke at dusk
.
.
Jul28
Seasons
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I end up at times
visiting old friends
dinners stretching
.
over time feeding
our souls
the privilege
.
of recalling
the spirit’s
visitations
.
our hearts
a candle burning
quietly
.
steadily shaking
in the evening
breeze leaves
.
we are made to fall
and to die
full of colors
.
when it’s season
.
.
“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.
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Jul14
Air
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I don’t think
heaven is upward
.
I don’t think
God is in the sky
but I think
God is in the air
.
when I look
up to the clouds
I fell God is
there up around
.
inside and
everywhere
God is like air
.
. 
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Jul1
Rhythm
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as the day ends
I take a last walk
around my own
house stepping
on the garden
grass eyes up
to the clouds
sailing slowly
sending me
the rhythm
I had lacked
.
.
Jun23
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…
Jun16
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
.
⁃ To Michelle Pelletier –
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