Lots of archiving I have to do… I wonder if it will show progress? hmm?   Feedback is appreciated if ya’ feel like it.  And please if you re-post give me credit… otherwise aliens will come down. abduct you and do things to your bum… (and you won’t like it).

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“untitled” 2011

in the quiet of my mind

ambient music numbing trance

parkway lanes parting

past my sides

late nights drive, 1 am

(eastern time)

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“untitled” (2) 2011

diffused cloth umbrella

rocking back and forth like on a ship

but on a breeze,

wind placing ladies at the tables

cats and carps begging for scraps

the thoughts of travel

back to the cloud climb

in mere hours,

the constant rollick of the breeze

the click clank of metal tubing, swinging , hypnotic moving

 

the carbonation of flies amongst the gaze

the sheen of sun upon the pond

at last the honey suckle scent penetrates

birds, peripheral, call out their sounds,

in orderly fashion as not to arouse,

ripples die and softly rage

as stillness impregnates both birth and long age

so once again wind does rise

click, clack, click, clack

nature is a metronome devised

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“untitled” (3) 2011

Ah…where is that beam of light to illuminate this darkest of landscapes?

If I might only find what my mind half spent in searching,

and divide the time in lines to seek out the answer…

Where has she gone?

Has she gone at all?

or is she standing right where I left her,

like a tree passed a thousand times before,

existing as the same as memory,

and close inspection

a flower by the trunk,

always there-

but sometimes (as is the case) the passers-bye forget to look

upon that majestic face

with eyes lost in the reflection of blue sky,

lost in the familiar intersection

Sometimes these are just snippets or ideas.. what makes a complete poem anyway ? who is to say.  Maybe just an idea or thought has weight, a beginning or an ending… or somewhere in between.

 

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“untitled” 3/18/2005

spring tease is a summer dress

bolstered by a Tuesday grace

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“untitled” 5/30/2015

do I see the artistry in architecture

the notes upon the arcs

the inherent colors of laid stone

might I follow the symphony of design

as Davinci in sly strokes of her smile

and ‘Angelo in broad strokes on a ceiling

 

This is some older work I have had laying around.  I figure I might as well post it… some is dated, some are not but I archived them so they should be in rough chronological order based on the poems around them…

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“untitled”  in the florida keys (islamorada)

Palm Shadows
like tiger stripes
docking poles

waves of wind
slide over gulf to east
sense of peace

lap of waves
against the dock
not so subtle a reminder

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“Analisa”

your eyes follow me ‘cross the room
on truth? ’tis mine that follow you

Oh how I wish upon,
embrace within my arms
all these evenings long
shivering from the storm

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“untitled”

for long of age this season
on my heart had not met
test the feeling not forget
to breathe again
and spring to life
old sprout to turn new leaf
above decay
robs back from the thief who hid
such love in places barely lit

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“untitled” 1.6.2005

I am the lone canadian
distinctive honk
racing against the grayish tide of winter rain
a dawn
a mile the same

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“Day 1711”

by all accounts-
a threat of cloud,
haze and murk clamors
to shield the sun-
but I am yet beaming!

the verrazano bends across the narrows,
the morning doves busy with their dancing prowls,
amongst the wash of tiny helicopter blades-
the offspring of trees cast out to fate.
busy men with umbrellas unload from a bus-
they all have a specific somewhere destinations,
empty park benches wink to keep each other company-
and all this in a scene, postcards are for airports.

the wind carouses through the hairs of leaves
undulating rhythmically,
I imagine tracing fingers across lips in the manner
tracing her design
into all my senses
I might imagine
this is just a dream of future thought,
and reassurance whispers
“don’t wake up”

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“untitled”

single – solitary
a fallen tree in the creek
unknowingly washing away
a snake roams and winds above
all the while disguised as road.