When Everything Came Bright I love others in ways Not since I was childhood Intuition, bringing forth My young beagle dog; I was Four-years old, dad worked Hard, oil fields hard on calluses his hands Never recovered though At 29, he studied Electronics, Advance math, physics, chemistry In Industrial Thechnology He won me stuffed monkeyContinue reading “All Bright, 68 I Can See”
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Wasn’t Pain Free Life Grand!
Wasn’t Pain Free Life Grand! https://writingandthefiguresoflife.blog/2020/06/22/wasnt-pain-free-life-grand/ — Read on writingandthefiguresoflife.blog/2020/06/22/wasnt-pain-free-life-grand/
Wasn’t Pain Free Life Grand!
Before I fell, Before aacident, Before dozens Of ice packs, tonics, Stickers, and pills, When I could breath, One breath up one breath To open sky, great blue Exhalation devoid of more Carbon, resistant to nothing Pushing forth into atmosphere, Life was then devoid Of meaning, pain? Upstairs Express life Remember within downstairs We journeyed,Continue reading “Wasn’t Pain Free Life Grand!”
There is Another Mention
Belief or non-belief, Green is gone to brown logs Down on Turtle creek, So what? I sit before light Writing poems about my life, Some brave soul, my dear wife Dear ever, I don’t care if she Is Jealous, overlooks, my sarcasm Cynical mind, my soul is brave, Yet together we must leave, We won’tContinue reading “There is Another Mention”
I Sit Quietly
Library talks like afternoon Fall leaves rustle delight Spatter talk, librarian teaching Her positions of books Music of copy machine, Sings like zither, harp, accordian Designed in bellows muffeled, Sally into THE HELP JESUS WISDOM Buddha, some 500 Years before, books name Andrew Wyatt, Allen Ginsberg William Shakespeare; librarian Chatter near the door, direction ToContinue reading “I Sit Quietly”
Writing and the Figures of Life – “Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge…” “the spontaneous of powerful feelings…” Consciousness is Personal Poetry, Short Essays, Short Fiction, “Poetry is the overflow of powerful emotion recollected in tranquility.” “the language of Prose may yet be well adapted to Poetry” Preface to The Lyrical Ballads. William Wordsworth
“Poetry is the first and last of all knowledge…” “the spontaneous of powerful feelings…” Consciousness is Personal Poetry, Short Essays, Short Fiction, “Poetry is the overflow of powerful emotion recollected in tranquility.” “the language of Prose may yet be well adapted to Poetry” Preface to The Lyrical Ballads. William Wordsworth — Read on writingandthefiguresoflife.blog/
Turtle Creek at Hartford
When I moved here, some 24 years ago, I had no Idea of the glorious little Turtle Creek that often rushed through the south, and a bit east. There was a mystery in the sound of spring peepers out east. There were high pitched little creatures in April, but I thought since age
Recovering with Chills
It’s cold, hot, cold again Medically–drink lots of fluids Don’t call in the morning
There is Love in Baroque
So, withheld not, but given She takes her husband To little gym, linger they both Below the fig tree, Zachariah, Meant for another chapter In the Lord’s stones of life So the this short namesake Man did climb tree to see our Lord Pass bye, said to our Lord, “I give One half To poor,Continue reading “There is Love in Baroque”
Zacchaeus Innocent
Oh pure son of Abraham, your place set In Heaven, you gave this day, man of taxes Sinner of one half your riches, then four Times, what you have stolen, as this child, Boy gave his life, now is clean in Jesus, Christ our Lord has given this boy, man Simple ignorance made clean, heContinue reading “Zacchaeus Innocent”
