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Your Eyes

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Your Eyes
Momentary stolen glances,
Mythic tales in your eyes;
So powerful, so refined.

Yearning to reach you,
Passion’s dancing flame;
So powerful, so sublime.

Your gaze turns inward,
Deep run your memories;
So powerful, so benign.

In our eternal meeting,
Our souls united again;
So powerful, so divine.

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Innocence

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Dancing Girl WM

Innocence
Innocent is love’s first bloom,
Ignorant of worldly rules,
Flowing heart, fleeting, carefree!

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Sacred Internment

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Sacred Internment
Whom do we bury?
Under these daisy scattered fields,
A friend, a loved one, an acquaintance so slim.

What do we bury?
Under these raven scattered skies,
A smile, a birthday party, a look so grim.

Why do we bury?
Under these grief scattered feelings,
A doubt, an innocent secret, a lost tearful sin.

When do we bury?
Under these fear scattered lives,
A dream, a longing for love, a hope so dim.

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War Memorial

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War Memorial WM

War Memorial
How deep? How deep this blackness? Beyond our
Fragile beating heart’s memory, down into the
Black ocean of our mortal sorrows, long
Past ancestral reckoning; horrific.

His eyes bore great sadness, under
Their manly smiles, fleeting moments
Of distance, moments lost in tempest,
Dark ripples, unresolved anger.

Respectable men smile knowingly,
Their deceitful eyes lower
To innocent victims, in mock
Remorse. Gluttony triumphant again.

Patter cake, patter cake her
Childhood rhymes rang, gently, in
Half remembered dreams. Her
Limb torn anguish, blood soaked.

We fall at the feet of
Man-made gods weeping, then
Blessing. We survived,
Others stain war worn earth.

Voices fall silent,
Promise betrayed.
Angry battles rage,
Of hells they are made.

Reason lays in tatters,
Disheveled victim.
Unblinking fear. Terror
Driven insanity.

It seems, there is. It cannot
Be, yet there it is, they,
They must be wrong, the reports
Must be completely wrong.

Fear grips feeble minds, grief gashed hearts,
Fires rage, until our world burns.
Out of these lifeless ashes,
Desolation kindles new dreams.

When upon fair Earth we shall find bold
Strength; real honor; new humanity.
And cast aside vile tools of raging
Hate, lustful greed and shameful lies.

And songs will arise in our hearts, not in
lament, but borne out of life’s precious joy.
Destiny greeted beneath moon and stars.
Awaken in love’s full bloom, home at last.

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Birdsong

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Wood Sculpture WM

Bird Song
A light dust hovers round chanting hoe,
Warm earth, strong hand and eye, furrowed
Brow; deep concentration. Evening
Sunlit haze, thrushes’ song brushes past
Engrossed mind, hearts intertwining,
Spirit to spirit, sweetest union.

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Desires

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Shopping2 WM

Desires
Did you move because of it?
Did you get up and leave your
Welcome bed? Your hearth so warm,
Your lover so near and dear.

Did it tempt you again with sweet
Promises of tomorrow?
Tomorrow so new, so bright,
Seducing your heart and sight.

Did you know, did you know the
Fair price you would have to pay?
If you did, would you do it
Anyway? Any time, night or day.

And all of this, if all of
This World could be yours? Would you
Clasp it? Would you love it? Could
You take the pain of it all?

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Everyday Ritual

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Old Door WM

Everyday Ritual
The cups are neatly stacked,
Soft flowing handles in line,
In kettle’s blue light, eddies
Of water, shimmer and dance,
promising dark pleasures.

Unswirled, rich aroma,
Now delving, scooping, deep brown
Granules, measuring right
Taste, imagined memory,
Guiding mysterious ritual.

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