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Burn The Taper

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January 16, 2014

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To still find Grace after all of these years;
delicate flows and indelible lines
convey precisely what’s meant to be said,
no words nor syllables needlessly spent
to elaborate on the meaningless.

My mind’s tight-ruled paper,
I pace and etch a rhyme
to unite ear and heart;
neurons, mighty like swords,
spongy as black felt pens,
fire away,
classic two-step,
short couplets paired
illuminate
profound nothings.

We’re blessed,
able
to write
of life
we love.

Grace
is
where
I’ll
find
her.

Tags: form, grace, poetry, Writing

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Chagall 2.0

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January 15, 2014

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One by one, I crush them,
the fears that hold me back;
wholly eliminate
all my stress and worry.

Just like that, they are gone,
as quickly as they came,
an outcome of the will
to live unencumbered.

In their place, a garden,
pure, clean serenity,
where I am the seasons
for sowing and reaping.

Where all is possible
through focused assertion
of intended outcomes
I wish to come to pass.

Tags: poetry, self, the net

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Kiss It To Heaven

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January 14, 2014

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As a kid we had the five-second rule:
if you dropped something, especially food,
you had that much time before germs settled in.

Though I did favor more a three-second version
depending on the drop’s locale.

Forty percent less likelihood for foreign biology to hitch a ride
should a sandwich or a lover’s heart ever touch cobblestone.

Beware the violent rip on the lower back
as you plunge in time
to retrieve
your item.

Tags: 5-second rule, kiss it up to heaven, love lost, poetry

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Intercession For Ste. X

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While I would die for my children
she would undergo suffering for any;
such selflessness is her sainthood.

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If I Was A Goddess

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January 13, 2014

Originally posted August 19, 2013. Here’s to starting your week off right. —Chagall

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If I was a goddess
I would mesmerize
the faithful,
liquefy
the doubtful,
eat chocolate by
the mouthful,
spend each night under
my sky full
of stars,
if I was a goddess.

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To The Victor

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Angels topple from the heads of pins,
who knew there’d be so many?

I fail to feel triumphant
amid such sad hurrah.

Their anguished song as one rues the lesser vantage;
while I’d rather reign than occupy, pray than hope, I choose instead
to fly away and alight atop an ancient arch, not very far from the fall.

Tags: angels, poetry, the spoils

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Sky Play

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The northern lights are visible this weekend
though overcast skies keep them from us; late Sunday
they blow away to reveal a cold bowl of stars,
dark wisps, sprigs of clouds, halos, coiled pasta,
organic tendrils; we let go the tether and ride the turbulence

Sad duets lost at the bridge, flicker wildly,
strive to hold their flame; so much burns so quickly

With you along the night passes slowly, deliciously
under swirling polar lights, concentric heavens,
odysseys etched in the dome, the routes of gods to God;
early wayward travelers gaze down to balance our heavenly vigor

Immortality is knowing,
we sample each permutation,
subtle flavors, acquired tastes

We are naked, dead in each others arms,
the end of the earth at the pole, frozen,
fused blue ice, unbearably, insanely happy