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A magical Missouri Spring!

In the cool of canyon breezes
The sun shines warmly,
the wind gently teases
The damselfly and the toad will play,
along the crick of reddened clay
The vibrant flowers release an aromatic spray
from stem and leaf ,upon which lady bugs play
The turtle with it's shiny shell, falls from a log
to quell the heat of day
Children run down a path to see
Giant swallowtail circling amidst cedar trees
the jay hawk soars above it all
and invokes a prayer
from his perch atop a telephone pole.

NATURE IN SUMMER

Cocktail blue stabbing skies
and gold pillars of pouring light
Coming from a fiery scorching ring
above. A mob of angry yellow jacket
coated

wasps and some monk humming bees
hovering over the splashed colour flowers
and shrubs. Towers and skyscrapers of
nut brown trees and reaching shades of
greens.
Nature puts on its earthy seasoned
perfume. The jade green grass shows off its
silk sleeves. The ferns shows us their ever

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.

Illusion of Equality

Anger coursing through my veins
At the injustices that surround
'Equality for all' a fine idea
One that the world resounds

I suppose it's equality at work
When you look at the labor force
Instead of looking any better
The statistics are looking worse

A man curses in public
He is applauded, but
A girl says the same thing
And she's dubbed a slut

Parents teach their boys
To fight for themselves
The girls are trained
To wish their bullies well

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.

Nature Speaks

Nature speaks in silence
From sunlight until sunset
Hours and minutes comprise each day
Letting us decide what actions we will take
Time is her choice about life and death
We are given the option to do our best
Each having a given hour that is unknown
Awaiting her call for us to return home
When that hour arrives we will have our book read
Depicting our achievements and our faults
Determining what our future will be

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.

Take Away

Take away my eyes,
I will not see!
Take away my ears,
I will not hear!
Take away my heart,
I will not feel!
Take away my soul,
I will not fear!
Take away my hands,
I will not touch!
Take away my mouth,
I will not speak!
Take away my legs,
I will not run!
Take away my inner child,
I will not know fun!
Take away memories,
And I will have none.
Take it all!

There’s nothing left for
me to have, or give!
Take my life,
So I will not live!

Lady of the Night

I walked home late the other night
From an evening spent with friends;
Good company, good food, fine wine,
The walk, a perfect end.

I walk along a country lane
To where my home does lie;
No lights, no moon, no clouds
To dim the beauty of the sky

A vixen wails like a distraught child,
By my shoulder the grey lady glides,
I pause, light up a small cigar,
Turn my face up to the skies.

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