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Musings

Trying to think what to say
only this ringing in my ears.
Not sure I understand today —
certainly can’t see future years.

What I say may not be
exactly what you hear
if filtered through your pessimism,
past heartbreak or fear.

The past itself can deviate
as memories dim and drift,
perspectives and priorities
diversify and shift.

Just because an impetus arose...

to repost poem
(I chanced to locate
amidst plethora of poems on hard drive
of Macbook Pro)
written more'n a half decade ago
before yours truly
blissfully oblivious to crypto-
currency shenanigans linked into

fiendish scammers after which
I (especially me button nose) didst glow
(giving Rudolph the red nosed reindeer
a run for his money)
whence rage,
on par with wrath of Khan,
whereby mine money
witnessed lightspeed outflow.

Star Gazing

Far above the city lights
The campfire fades away,
Midnight lends its darkness
The stars come out to play.

Look into the night time skies
Constellations span the scene,
There is Orion and the dippers
In early morning, so serene.

The constellations, not all seen
What else might catch our eye?
The grace of a passing comet
Falling stars might just pass by.

It might be the Sisters, Gemini
Appearing together two by two,
In a sky a million light years past
The Milky Way comes into view.

Fairytale Waltz

"Can we dance on the moon?", she asks.

"We might even be graceful there, low gravity and all,
but the scientists don't recommend it", I reply."

"Well, if we hold on to each other at least
we'll be together if we jump too high
and float away.", her playful remark.

"Well, scientists be damned! I can't think of anyone else
I'd like to be with out there among the stars.", I assure her.

MY MOUNTAIN

Hercules wouldn't dare climb it...
My great mountain of things unsaid
Mount Silence! It stands staunch and sturborn..
Looming over me, like a debt to be paid
"Don't look at me like that", I said...
As I reminded the Mountain of that vow we made.

Lapsed contra dancer rediscovers his happy place

I tip figurative hat to the late Cathy Robertson, longtime (lifetime) Thomas Paine Unitarian Church member, who unwittingly and quite casually made mention of contra dancing, which inopportunely, inextricably, and inaccurately linkedin to The Contras who were various United States backed and funded right-wing rebel groups that were active from 1979 to 1990 in opposition to the Marxist Sandinista Junta of National Reconstruction Government in Nicaragua, which had come to power in 1979 following the Nicaraguan Revolution.

Dutch Delights

Early spring, is there a better time?
For me the answer must be "no".
Birds arrive with songs anew,
The flora starts to slowly grow.

If I had to pick my favorite sight
To mark spring's early gift,
It would be the tulips peeking out
Through snow's waning final drift.

They grow on every continent
With beauty they cannot hide,
From bulbs of Turkish origins
Standing tall with floral pride.

A Long Way

She couldn't have been farther away.
Even though we were sleeping
here, next to each other.

Slow on the draw, to be sure,
it just took me some time
to get better at recognizing
what empty looked like.

And I understand now
just how far away far away can be
when it’s there in front of you.

I Didn't Know You

I didn’t know you,
I wondered,
Of your thoughts
Behind your wavy red hair,
The way your emerald eyes,
Saw the world,
The joy in your smile.

I didn’t know you,
I saw you dance in the rain,
the autumn leaves in your hair,
You caught a snowflake.
With your tongue.

I didn’t know you,
I asked for a hug,
You embraced me,
Rubbed my face with the snow,
I was excited,
You were inspired,
I knew you.

Matthew O' Harris Ease A "FAKE" Irishman

Saint Patrick's Day, or
Feast of Saint Patrick
Lá Fhéile Pádraig
invoke even non Irish to proclaim
Éirinn go Brách
translated as "Ireland Forever."

Though semitic thru and thru
yours truly (me) dons guise of being Irish
trumpeting hoople linked with
the folklore and culture of Emerald Isle
juiced tin he nuff tame afore
thee 2024 Saint Patrick's Day,
(hens this faux written accent
donned to sail hub berate won big todo
fur those peep pull
o' Eire rush deuce cent)

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