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The Pie Man.

The Pie Man.

In Dreams

Only In Dreams

I walked in dreams
Feet swallowed
Dust rising all around
Colours crowded
Beauty beyond
My scope impeded

Reeling senses
Silent words
Amazing space
Eyes extending
Drinking with sighs
Memory failed

Where am I??
Ridges of black
As walls confine me
A landscape flows
Rainbow's rise
As autumn leaves
A quiet symphony

WHEN PETALS BEGIN TO FALL [inspired by our Anni]

WHEN PETALS FALL
[inspired by our ANNI]

When a flower begins to fail
its colors bright
its beauty pale and still
lingers in the morning sun .
Petals fall one by one
as it languishes in Day’s light
until its Night has come

MY DAY-LONG LOVE

This blessed dew-filled morning
Butterflies stopped to watch my heart step-dancing

Deep breaths filled my eager lungs
As my mind flew up to higher ranks

It's cause you rose with the sun...
And you shone so hot and bright
I felt no need to go out and run

...Not till sunset came in sight

The day is ending, tell me what now?
When it's done, where do we go?
My sweat feels heavy on my brow
I find myself wanting to scream out; 'NO!'

C H O S E N . . . r e m a i n

rise up from the rubble
bend comrade this burden of our winter
our bellies grumble
our minds sweep away the sweet dreams of mother and father
Like the new green shoots of beauty
Our homeland we reclaim
Our torch still burning
strong with pride
Our Nation still one

a job for you and I
we work
the toil for our future
now Our elders
and our youths shall smile
when the sun of spring
shows us as we gather
mile after mile

Venus in violet and teal

Venus in violet and teal
With the freedom of windswept tresses
As if it were an intentional statement of style

Ageless, whimsical and spacially vibrant
Wise in a silent wit and comfort

The company of odd believers
Each common space becomes an ashram in her wake

She hums while perusing garments in a dingy op shop
Where discarded boons are strewn haphazardly
The odd triumphant treasure lies enticingly covert among scrap and fodder,
She squints into the drizzling winter afternoon
But she brings brightness and possibility

cycles of a teenage heart break </3

how.......
how can you do this to me?
isnt it bad enough you hurt me?
i forget you for a moment
........ im happy
but now i cant stop crying and im
trying
whatever this is it sucks
i push and push you out of my mind
yet you find a way back in.
i tell you its ok and im fine
truth is im not im far from it.
i hate feeling this way
if i knew this would be so hard
i would have stayd alone.
if i knew id fall for you this hard
i would have left it alone
but i didnt....

FORLORN WINTER

FORLORN WINTER

Diagonal white stripes
pastelled hills,
may flowers danced for joy,
but that was yesterday.

Now northern winds stir flags
and blossom single, now has double blooms;
the birds sail past, no flap of wings
just glide on currents cold.

From northern hills comes winter,
sprightly as before, she knocks
so softly on our door,
she will come home again.

Memories

So beautifully penned
Of memories
I once wrote somewhere here
but one I shall now compose...
do not to the garbage bin of time dispose
memories are a joy forever I suppose
we live by the memory of time
long buried since
but memories are all reverie
in moments of existence
and
these returns to us
those loved ones sometimes
we call were mine..
such memories come back again
oft to our gain
but alas memories never fail in vain
they are the fruits of love
we had tasted once.

CLICKITY-CLACK

Some sickie took the clickity-clack
out of the new railroad tracks

It was bad enough they took away
the red caboose

Why can't they leave well enough alone?
I liked things the way they were

Clickity-clack, clickity-clack
coming down the railroad track

blowing that lonesome, wailing whistle
that I love to hear sing out to all

Telling us "hello", "goodbye
as it passes by in the night

Mr. Engineer, blow that whistle
one more time

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