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Many sets of eyes watch me
in the bathroom mirror.

Remembering the lighter, happy times
and choosing to not remember the other times

there are no little girls there
only women
that I have given my heart to
that gift is no longer solely a romantic one

my drum beats for all of them
the synchronized drumming is my pulse.


Do not oversleep

do not dream

all my poems are born through the night

I feel I'm tapping keys

but I drink red wine

blood flourishes me

in the morning I wake up

brush off my dream

never scream

then through my veins

flows my verse

you ask is it a verse

I say worse

then you clap for me

look me up in a library

did you ever find me

say something I may believe


THE Obvious O Poets

Enjoy cold Ice Cream
Ice Creams are cold
haven't heard of hot ones

It's raining outside
yes but of Course
it can't rain inside

Take shelter under
A umbrella
you meant
O Poetic Fella

in Poetree
a leaf
be brief
leave out trees


Thank YOU I Must
FOR Passing Such Poetical Time
ALL Lords Blessings
A Wasteful Life
Passing BY IS Being Kept Alive

Keep THE Waterfalls Flowing
LET NOT THE Snow AT Niagara Solidify
Then What Will HE Think
Where AM I Alive

Gods Will IS Written
IN THE Winds OF Destiny
Some Read IT
Some Understand IT


Don't waste time,
On holding grudges.
Always make sure to add,
the finishing touches.

Say you're sorry,
When you should.
If you make a bleep,
Knock on wood.

Let go of things,
You can't change.
Stay clear from things,
That are pre-arranged.

If at all possible.
Think before you react,
Be responsible.

Your darkest hour,
Can be the brightest light.
Never give up,
Without a fight.


Reading our books in bed in the early evening
You, a favorite murder mystery
I think you’ve read three or four times
Me, another damn poetry book

Together, we hear a forlorn cry
from one of our sleeping dogs. It was high pitched
So, it must have been from our little guy

We check them both to be sure they are okay
And they are. He probably had a bad dream
You wonder why our little brown fella
felt so sorrowful in his dream
and fret about what you can do
to keep him from being that despondent again


I write poems
so as to give life to the words.

With a beautiful red silk
I tie a bow
on each one’s neck.

As I’m holding them into my fist,
they seem like spring butterflies.
They start to fly,
wandering happily into my room.

Every time, I see a swarm of them above my page,
I am so grateful.

Grateful to see them hovering around,
telling me how different this world would be,


Tinnitus chants more
music through doorways,
drafting feathers
distort the ear spine,
shaping uproars,
shifting the sand-
castles where silence
cradles wordlessness.


Can you;
find beauty in things not pleasant to the eyes?
Can you;
be nice to people you don't recognize?

Can you;
find sunshine, on a rainy day?
Can you;
remain silent when you have things to say?

Can you;
fight when you're tired to the bone?
Can you;
call it quits, leave well enough alone?

Can you;
be ok, in the lonely moments?
Can you;
stay strong in the midst of disappointments?


The trail leads gently up
and through the stand of trees
The day is chilled by autumnal winds
just in from the coast

I contemplate the desperation of the falling leaves
as they wander about in the bracing air
Carried by the breeze to where they will lie
And I wonder: “Are they bitter?”

Or do they accept their fate
as the annual benediction
of having served their purpose
reflected in the colors of the season?


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