In The Silent Cafe

This body sits alone in silent recall,

the voices, the activity, the monstrous sound

of espresso being ground,

for the hurried and swaggered consumer.

Sitting in my Armchair

I was remembering a time,

when I was younger,

a quiet, reflective, young,

boy.

To Reach The Sky

When on a walk one early summer morn

A man began to think of life beyond

He paused to watch while children so forlorn

Seemed occupied in games they thought so fond.

To Know The Right Way

Oh, to go beyond the grasp,

the tangles that keep reminders alive,

there is the mystery of the mind,

what to turn off, what to feed, what to settle in,

so that moving forward seems a reliable

resolve to the repudiating repulsion of time.

I Wonder About Love

Oh it is true the feeling you might have,

the moment the mention,

the imagined response to knowing,

wanting, having, believing, sharing,

all the keywords that could be eternal,

When in Sallow Form

Can you see me, a suggested expression,

one that does’t expect any reaction,

except to say,

go away,

for I am of another dimension.

A Little Billie Holiday for Him

I thought I might listen to a little Billie tonight,

his memory is fresh in my mind.

Morning Beauty

Energy wise, a blessed opportunity

The light of day, a newer glance today

What I seek, in certainty eye clarity

To imagine hope, we might newly allay

“The World is Watching”

Tradition suggests acknowledge ourselves

In scheme, our spiritual karma wanes,

Like to believe that humanity delves

Where love in peace speaks hopeful gains.

The Next Day (Why Paris?)

Jean Julien

When sun arose to widen sleepy eyelid

A calm begun soon turned memory horrific

We wake shadowed in darkness, a slow embrace

Shattered dreams begun inside stranger despair.

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Whisper Autumn

While skies begin a stretch of cooler winds

body seeming to recognize limits

each stepping stone, virtual time rescinds

calculate further storm than time admits.

Be Real – A Musette Challenge

Poetry challenge: Musette poem

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narcissism

sweet love

Lacking Skin

I draw little attention to who I am

based solely upon a certain gem

some would call the bane of life

yet I might think of none of them.

Freedom Being Today

When I awoke to the sounds of thunder,

I was a babe in arms, swaddled under

the care of loving parents, family,

those that would help determine life to me.

A Morning Stroll (after the tragedy)

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Walk with eyes open, a different look today,

notice the change of heart, perhaps a hesitation,

that normal glance of hello now secondary

to this inherent need shadows fear’s trepidation.

A Picture of Change We Will Unravel

I have heard ‘secrets,’

that interview was extensive,

a great deal of suggestion,

people complained,

some wondered, others scowled,

many didn’t care,

about the man’s affairs.

Why Do I Teach?

I am wondering tonight,

about the educators,

those that spend their lives,

standing in classrooms,

On Sheltered Words

If when I choose to lay my soul

I’m careful to always remain whole

then will the clouds ahead remain

waiting with a vengeance innane

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Common Ground

We all matter,

that always needs to be clear,

somewhere we connect

someone appreciates our passion.

Freedom of Speech – Charlie Hebdo

We were tested today, is word allowed

to speak in utterances, scream aloud

our freedoms, our ability to breathe

in energy evils presently seethe.

I Protest

I walk into the fray, to suggest, I disagree with the status quo.

There it begins, our ability to change,

We do need only the challenge to create the fear of reprisal.

Reason to Know – A Triquint Poem Challenge

Poetry challenge: Triquant poem.

 
 

for when then our lives do quiet lie

upon passion we defy,

survive, simply cry,

to know my

taint

I, is You!

I want to tell you a story,

it takes a bit to get there

somehow I need to find the right words,

that syntax, and grammar, sort of thing.

 

Teenage Angst – Musette Poem

Poetry challenge: Musette poem.

control

lost forever

sweet troll

When We Are Children

We can really dance forever,

streaming across golden grasslands

running wild with passion,

in crystal autumn winds.

Arms of Compassion

In the season of autumn
when needs do shift
summer’s recreation
begins a gradual wane;
lives are soon measured
in orchestrated assemblies.

Modern Mania

We are in a free state

our words are rampant,

abundant, thrown with fury

as our fingertips express

what our eyes might easily hide.

Read My Words

Please, let’s not forget

we used to do this all the time

We’d speak and listen

look into each other’s eyes.