Chasing After Wind

I would like to say a word about the dilapidated state of affairs in the world today.

“A word about the dilapidated state of affairs in the world today.”

Bingo!

Respect is to a friendship

as water to a tree.

I must have yours,

you must have mine.

for, without respect,

our friendship cannot take root.

I love you,

You love me.

That is a beginning,

but it is not enough.

We must work together

to prevent an end.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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A fleeting glimpse

Perhaps –

But not fleeting enough

that I could not realize

that I love you.

I just need

to ask you

one thing –

Where did you leave

the bananas?

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Expectations

First of all, I wasn’t expecting it.

But then nobody ever does.

That’s what everyone tells me

when I tell them I didn’t expect something.

“Nobody ever does.”

But sometimes I do.

So there.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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One Night

One night

I finally met – really met

an old friend.

One night

I listened – and learned

from listening.

One night

I realized – there is more to life

than myself.

One night

I slept well – having a new old friend,

One night.

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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