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Things I Didn't Tell a Lovely Girl

Yes, I know
you mean a lot to me,
I know it's hard for you
to have such an open heart
in this mad weird world,
I know you're scared
(to be hurt, to be blue)

Trust me:

prison

'it aint exactly prison, but you'll never be forgiven' L. Cohen

SPRING HIGHKU

yesterday was spent
with a lovely sea-shell girl:
today must be worse

small city Twilight
of ecstacy and terror:
dark forest mountains

Apollo's returned
to shine on crow and farmer:

 I Concentrate On Avoiding Puddles

On the avoidance of puddles.

First Love

My First Love story. A story about falling in love with someone 8000 miles away.

grass to be mowed

life

a rock

faith

Sometimes we want the world

so bad, it's an ache
that longs to be held.

we want to make the world a home,
we want to prove
that we struggled with the world
as Jacob struggled with God
and we won,
it's so inevitable

HOW TO WRITE A GOOD POEM

First of all,
slash your fore-arm and let it
bleed all over the page
(poetry's rough)

Next or if you've done that
(so many poets have,)
let me say I've not the poetry thing

Compassionate Leave

A painful shift held together with smiles,
Ones that make your face ache
And your hands shake,
While you’re taking orders.

Awkward conversations with a manager,
Or a friend,

To Leave the World Unseen

Oh, to leave the world unseen
wild, undefined, unknown
except for a few small cities
roads and forests
(simple trees rooted in tradition)
unconnected to the world vast,

Spirituality

They slide away, the days of yore,
From wood to ash, from ash to flame
Like pages turning in the frame
Of an old book, and then no more.
Look: in this question of our hour,

Lightning

All manner of stories are told about us shamans. For a start they say we can fly, a skill allegedly passed on from the people of a far distant land many years ago.

Just Like A Flower!

Relationship Break

Epiphany of the heart

“How can you miss the
obvious weight to my
smile since you left?”

“You were always weak”
I know that I can survive.

“The truth is I never loved you”

Coasting

We become where we live.

the vinyard

at the end of the day

 47˚ East 18˚ South 2

I have no idea what's going to happen next

choppity-chop

swift justice

Memories and Melodies

A woman's poignant reflections of a cherished friend.