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approaching the day
with dancing
thoughts
to linger in god’s
presence
light
that stays with me
at night
and in my slumber
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This poem is part of the published collection California Notebooks 02
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Jul7
Tag Archives: prayer
Jul23
Prayer
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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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May28
Finding Rest
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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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Mar28
Now I Lay Me Down…
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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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Mar14
A Secluded Place
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silence i miss
and a shaved head
a secluded
place and a bit of light
into this
confusing night
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Feb27
California Notebooks 2015
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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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Jul4
Not Rosaries Nor Missals – A Candle – July 2014
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it appears as if
a candle can
initiate a prayer
shun away
darkness warming
near the ice of fear
a soft walk in
pitch darkness
afraid of vibrations
creepiness of the night
of the deep unknown
black out enforced
the bands of sleep
to fall upon my eyes
slumber on the eyelids
I never felt this way
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“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started last year on July 2013.
The other poems of the collections can be found and read using the search window.
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Apr25
Up in Smoke, April 2013
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got a tooth ache
cause a fake one
says change me soon
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I use my hands
maybe I don’t know
how to bite anymore
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what does it mean
I haven’t made love
in a long time
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on the opposite
I got a pointed pain
in my elbow
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it puzzles me
I may have hit
your bony body
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cause it has a bruise
and a tiny red scar
a hat on the ache
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or maybe it was
when I held you as
you fell asleep
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my arm did but not
me I kept on listening
then found myself
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in a prayer
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May1
Psalm Three, April 2012
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You resemble a prayer
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a solitary song
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you encircle me confine
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