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18 Apr 2013
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a call to arms


the circle invitation
echoes from miles around
from a solitary flyer
high above the flooded
creek near oxfordshire

days of endless rain create
casualties on the ground
ripe for the taking
by just about anything
remotely intelligent

the size of the circle
grows wing by black wing
gaining strength and sailing
like a school of fish
in the overcast sky

once reconnaissance
confirms an opening
the dark circle transforms
into a ruthless carnivore
spiraling toward the earth




april two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Birds, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , ,
11 Apr 2013
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how to put into words


blank card unfolds
with pencil in hand
as I sit in silence
waiting for the words

instead I draw
a little lost boy
in pursuit of his soul
in the cherished woods

a network of leaves forbids
the sun from shining
upon the moss-covered floor
as the sounds of the silent march
carry on

the young man calls
into the branches
certain someone above
understands his prayer


april two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , ,
04 Apr 2013
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once upon a leaf


the leaf once dreamed
of becoming a feather
and wished one day
to fall with grace

she imagined a child
uncovered her brilliance
and saved her forever
between two pages

displaced in darkness
for decades on end
she prayed for light
and rediscovery



april two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , ,
01 Apr 2013
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New Moon in the Twelfth House


I don’t necessarily like
the way I was raised
just like I’m not expressly thrilled
with the way I raised my own

I don’t mind all of the free
time I have these days
just like I’ve come to accept
how astrological forces
forever rule the world

I’ve considered going back
to tinker with a few things
but the new moon
in the twelfth house
keeps me grounded here


april two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , ,
29 Mar 2013
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all along the lighthouse


adrift on a raft
with no land in sight
you lie back
and make friends
with a setting sun

lost in dreams
the bulging moon
wrecks havoc
on brainwaves
regenerating

distant stars
seek rolling waves
tossing you
into a whirlpool
of endless light


march two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Dreams, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
18 Mar 2013
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metallic storms


this little planet
collects preciousness
from throughout the galaxy

this ring shines
from outside energies
we’ve yet to understand

the established gods
refuse to assign value
for what is worthless

without ending
where would we begin


march two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Aliens, Dogma, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , ,
07 Mar 2013
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the best of times


atomic clocks don’t reside
in chicago
they need to be out there
in the big sky
where microwaves
have no place to hide

the intelligence of time
transitioned from
lord kelvin’s suggestions
whilst cool atoms
forever suspended
chime in milliseconds


march two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , ,
02 Mar 2013
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painted horse


the little ones gathered ‘round
ratcheting their bottoms
against the carpet as if trying to
permanently stay in place

you see
the old man began
bobbing his head
in the old days
you could drive out to the country
with your sweetheart by your side
leaving a trail of dust behind you
weaving your way through rolling hills
where rows of corn stretch toward the sun
and gigantic cows feed on fields
that forever stay green

once you reach the sign
with the painted horse
you abandon the car
and walk hand in hand down a narrow lane
leading you to an antiquated world
where you first learn to saddle your new best friend
and ride off into the sunset
with courage and grace


march two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , , , ,
09 Feb 2013
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looking for mr. rorschach


the man in the white coat
hands me a square sheet of paper
encouraging me to tell him
what i think i see

on the white sheet of paper
a black and white monarch butterfly
stretches out her wings in perfect symmetry
her lips tasting the nectar of oswego tea
growing near a garden pond
filled with koi and water lilies

giving back the square sheet of paper
i lower my eyes and
tell the brain doctor
i see some chump sitting on the street corner
hand held out and repeating something silly
like penny for your thoughts

february two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
07 Feb 2013
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polar opposites


beauty arises from the dirt
born of age-old comets
and earthly delights
photosynthetic arms
feeding on the sun
and supporting a smile
colorful and wide

beneath the surface
a neural network
grows in an opposing way
stretching and penetrating
though the darkness
weaving absolute lifelines
for the blind to grasp

february two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , ,
27 Jan 2013
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the dream of the butterfly


when i was a butterfly
i floated with the best of them
from country meadow
to urban garden
my world an eternal adventure
of technicolor and sound

when i was a butterfly
children chased me with their nets
but my keen instincts
evaded their hopes
of ever capturing the beauty
forever felt in their hearts

when i was a butterfly
every day was like a dream
of first impressions
repeating themselves
toward an expanding evolution
of psychedelic freedom



january two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Dreams, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
26 Jan 2013
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landslide


for centuries the sloping hill
produced a bouquet of artistry
sewn into the grass
and handpicked by flower children

an annual blizzard blanketed
the hill and invited participants
to hasten up and down
using any means possible

as the city slowly crawled outward
leaving concrete in its wake
the sloping hill cried
shaking and moaning and hurting

the forward motion gradually
violated the internal integrity
of her existence
until one day without warning
she simply
sailed away


january two thousand thirteen
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Posted in In the City, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , , , , ,
19 Jan 2013

riding shotgun


i left the house unlocked
with all the lights on
and ventured down the hill
in the dark and in the cold

within minutes a warmth
surprised my cool thoughts
as the faraway wall of clouds
evolved into pink and red
and purple and blue

as my meandering mind
marched further away
a bright red fire truck
appeared out of nowhere
blasting its dominant horn
and racing to save the day

a trio of three dogs named
java and cocoa and sally
halted in their tracks
as if envious of the dalmatian
sitting at attention and
riding shotgun


january two thousand thirteen
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09 Jan 2013
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Springtime in Russia


The six-month winter miraculously
segues into a psychedelic fever
of blossoming apple trees
and awakening white birches
as white-fronted geese
flock along an endless sky
painted robin’s-egg blue.

Outside the city garden plots
become reacquainted
with agrarian hands skilled
from generation’s past
furiously planting and artfully
nurturing all that is necessary
to survive the next winter.




january two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,
06 Jan 2013
10 Comments

sacred heart


before and after does not exist
in the archer’s constellation
where an inconsumable
star factory
produces heavenly blue skies
and fiery sunsets
where reality is forever
suspended
and an open heart
welcomes
any soul pursuing
a new beginning



january two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Micropoetry, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , , ,
01 Jan 2013
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one last kiss


i dreamed the new year
never arrived
and i was left on the shore
listening to the moon
kissing the sea

as i walked along
a restlessness stirred
within
reminding me
you are always near


january two thousand thirteen
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Posted in Micropoetry, Nature, Poetry and tagged , , , ,

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