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June 6, 2020

Moments

 

Transcending forests,

hovering above trees,

Romantic concepts,

Bringing men to their knees.

 

It is a hint of lonliness

with a dash of hope,

There is always promise

Where there is water and soap.

 

It is possible to trip

on a man’s heartstrings,

reach into his mind,

and repossess the memories

or help the mess unwind.

 

It could very well be a blessing,

or hinge upon a curse,

If he chooses to depend on miracles,

or simply expects the worse.

 

It comes to the magic of the moment

and how the magic is spent,

Between the meaning as it has been received,

and the meaning as it is meant.

 

Confusion enters the arena,

Yet joy wins out over all:

When everyone just goes for joy

decreasing the chances of a fall.

 

And when you see the magic

of the moment,

You realize you have it all.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

 

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Contrasts

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June 5, 2020

Contrasts

 

Pigeons on rooftops

contrast with masonry,

mixed colors under sun.

 

Paper cup person

in a cut crystal world,

The jester becomes a hero

but fails to get the girl.

 

People swimming in the pool

atop the Hilton,

Under six foot neon letters –

they have come together

from different places

at the same time

for different reasons.

 

They watch the jester

walk along the rooftops

among the pigeons

– they are friends –

 

The clouds in the background

float slowly

out of the picture

while the jester

and the pigeons

watch the people

watching back.

 

The jester is jealous,

the pigeons are not,

but some of the people

are jealous, too.

 

Contrasts with masonry

mixed colors under sun

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

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Timepieces

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June 4, 2020

Timepieces

 

Timepieces,

Broken parts

of watches and clocks –

Mirror images.

 

Lost in love,

Broken hearts,

people, places, things –

Flashbacks.

 

Disillusion,

Transfusion,

translucent moments –

Timewarp.

 

Standing still,

Still moving,

sudden familiarity –

Deja Vu.

 

In the beginning,

In the end,

in the meantime –

Timepieces.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

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To Be An Aardvark

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June 3, 2020

To Be An Aardvark

 

I used to wish

I was an aardvark –

But I don’t like ants

much.

 

Maybe ants taste good

to an aardvark –

Maybe ants are steak

to an aardvark.

 

Maybe it wouldn’t be

so bad after all,

to be an aardvark –

I like steak.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

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Through the Window With No Glass

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June 1, 2020

Through The Window with No Glass

 

Through the window

with no glass,

Stares the poet,

with no pen,

On the chair

with no legs,

Near the door

with no hinge.

 

Through the window

with no glass,

Distant sound,

of laughter soars,

From memory –

– file A –

In the cabinet

with no drawers.

 

The sound level

never ceases,

As the value

– to the poet –

increases,

Taking the shape

of a pen.

Spilling ink

on the paper

of the poet.

 

And the words

flow again,

From the river

with no beginning,

In the countryside

of the poet’s mind,

Extending skyward

with no end.

 

Through the window

with sparkling glass,

Stares the poet

with new pen,

On the chair

with sturdy legs,

Near the door

with shiny brass hinges.

 

Now the laughter

is stored,

In the poet’s pocketful

of dreams,

To be pulled out

if the window

Loses its glass

once again…

 

And the beauty shines

in memory.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

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Single Release Delayed and a Poem

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May 29, 2020

For some reason which I not only do not know, but have no control over, River That Flows – the first single from Southern Plains Revisited – will be released on a future date. Please look for it and stay tuned.

While you’re here, a poem.

Moments

 

Transcending forests,

hovering above trees,

Romantic concepts,

Bringing men to their knees.

 

It is a hint of loneliness

with a dash of hope,

There is always promise

Where there is water and soap.

 

It is possible to trip

on a man’s heartstrings,

reach into his mind,

and repossess the memories

or help the mess unwind.

 

It could very well be a blessing,

or hinge upon a curse,

If he chooses to depend on miracles,

or simply expects the worse.

 

It comes to the magic of the moment

and how the magic is spent,

Between the meaning as it has been received,

and the meaning as it is meant.

 

Confusion enters the arena,

Yet joy wins out over all:

When everyone just goes for joy

decreasing the chances of a fall.

 

And when you see the magic

of the moment,

You realize you have it all.

_________________________________________________________

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

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Dreams Returning

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May 27, 2020

Dreams Returning

 

A dream is returning

keeping embers burning,

Blowing coals still laced with fire.

 

Sinking ships

Hit barrier reefs

Not sinking, but stuck in the mire.

 

Heavenly voice

Comes to me in sleep,

Half of a two-part choir.

 

A dream is returning

keeping embers burning,

Blowing coals still laced with fire.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

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Circuit Rider

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May 25, 2020

Circuit Rider

 

Pioneer minister

dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,

on the back of a strong steed,

traverses the country side.

 

Residents of the woods

perk up, looking towards the commotion,

disturbing their solitude,

on a country Sunday morning.

 

Lazy autumn leaves

in silent mid-motion while falling,

feel the Lord’s reigning presence,

in the minister’s passing.

 

Rifle across saddle

a problematic duality

quiet pen with screaming sword

peace and violent protection.

 

Sermon in drifting thoughts,

or at least significant scriptures,

interminable miles pass

under knowing, pounding hooves.

 

Church waits – anticipates

in a grove of tall hickory trees.

salvation starved pioneers

waiting for the word of the Lord.

 

Business on Saturday,

baptism at water’s edge by candle light

services Sunday morning

minister heads toward his next church.

 

Pioneer minister

dressed in Sunday go-to-meeting clothes,

on the back of a strong steed,

traverses the country side.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

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Bonny Lad and Lass

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May 23, 2020

Bonny Lad and Lass

                                                           

Mirrors reflecting darkness

Bring the bonny lad to his lass,

Like coats left in the corner,

When the rain has come to pass.

 

But the bonny lad misplaced the lass

In a dream upon the sea,

Amid waves of things as they were before,

And stormy yet-to-bes.

 

Two shadows fell together

silently – yet alone,

With arms reaching outward,

for the same place at different times.

 

The dream ended

as the ship set sail,

Leaving a question (unasked)

unanswered.

 

Mirrors reflecting sunlight

Distinguish bonny lad from lass,

The coats serve their usefulness,

with the corner free at last.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

 

 

 

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Dealing With It

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Something to think about these days.

Dealing With It

 

I would like to let you in –

on a little secret –

It may not be much

Of a secret, however,

I do not see many people

catching on.

 

You can drift away

from the world,

And listen, watch,

and learn.

 

You can spend so much time

watching for sulphur to ignite,

That you fail to see

the match burn.

 

You can seek the truth,

envy the youth,

Think that you may know

The answer.

 

Then find you concentrated

too much on the dance,

Ignoring the soul

of the dancer.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

paypal.me/danroark

 

 

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