Tag Archives: Poetry

Ask Me Not

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let me dance
as the millipede
with no thinking

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ask me not to
quit nor to explain
turn the other side

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if jealousy abides
inside as I praise the
sky as the dance floor

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Keep On Walking

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our venturesome
walks are the cause
me I can’t stay
put too long

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walking life barefoot
doesn’t scare me

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it was probably
because grandpa

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explained everything
to me then – I got it

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the habit of asking why
exacting answers

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even when
the questions
are larger than I
I keep on walking

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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02, I published in 2016 on sale now for the Holiday Season. Check it out!

November 1st

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November 1st early
morning past sunrise
I’m out in the middle
of the deserted road

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I stop to savor the
moment under a sturdy
blue sky half moon
suspended late up there

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my eyes running up to
the lengths of the tall
palm trees where only
a bird or two greet me

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I’ve got a couple of hours
a couple of water bottles and
some mountains to follow here’s
peace before my Sunday starts

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From the poetry collection California Notebooks 02 now on sale.

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Pensive Hazel Eyes

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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night where

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perfumes sail to
the clouds away

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from the cracking
tiny sound of bare foot
on sleepy grass

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Almost Gone

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I like to see
things from afar

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to climb hills or
even stairs

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see things in
their right

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importance
little

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not available
for grabs

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me up there
where I should be

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almost gone
totally here

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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02 Click on the title to get your own copy.

Stand Always

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stand always
at the beginning of things

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keep that attitude
as your compass in life

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you are never at the
end it will never be

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the end of the world
but always for us

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the beginning
of anything new

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This poem is in the first volume of “California Notebooks”.

To get your own copy click here

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The Sun – California Notebooks 02

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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed

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it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out

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I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may

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join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away

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suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye

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as I sit speechless

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Sunny Awakenings

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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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Summer A/C – A Six Months Diary Recollection In Five Parts – Life Is Complicated

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I had to get A/C

this summer

I had no choice

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not the one that refreshes you

the one that burns inside

called chemotherapy

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red not the least

that’s how they call it

abroad Red Devil

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after a springtime

quite upsetting

first the diagnosis

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then the tests results

always the opposite

of what I was hoping for

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the metastasis going

thank goodness mine was a slow one

the hospitalization the surgery

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3.

came recovery from surgery

infinite the time of the drainages and edemas

and the infection at the expander inserted

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we made it just in time

right by the wee day to get to

the medical therapy necessary

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considered the difficult nature

of the cells mutated in the darkness

of my perfect body as I saw it

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4.

this A/C is hell

inside of you the portable one

it goes in up your veins all around

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inside your body

attaching every single cells

you can feel it scorching them

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you try to go on with your day

– I will rest I will get over this –

but you spend your time

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listening to set off alarms

to observe what is going on

now in the central part

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of your poor body

a planet on fire every thing burning

a country invaded

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busy to defend itself

to free itself confused holds in and release

you sail – filled up with nausea

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every thing moves

but not you – you have to be still

in the dark in the shadow

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nowhere to be found it’s the torrid summer

everyone is on holiday at the sea or where is fresh

and you child of the sun – to live –

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you got your A/C and you stayed home

with nausea but not from a boat

hot flashes but not from the beach

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transformed in the fugitive of light and heat

as they seem to be the unnecessary flames

that lights the gas in my veins

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5.

I go out after sunset a bit

if I manage four steps and a bit of a chat

otherwise I observe I lay and lose

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the good cells and the disobeying ones

the digestive and intestinal

order I have always had so far

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I observe perplexed this war

my body lives amplified

I though surgery was the worse part

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almost as observing earth

from far away consuming itself in conflicts

on my top I become the moon

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on my night pillow I don’t spread any more

the constellations of the serene nights

of my long white hair scattered

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now I find the stubs of my very short hair

what is left until I will be shiny on top with a new shape

I will have to get used to that too

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at the end of this complete makeover

that would not leave anything unturned

what light will ever shine out of me

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