Boston Marathon: A Race Where Not All Reach That Finish Line
Poetry in pieces on the street
choking on the hatred of words too loud to swallow,
innocence dies,
blood cries,
love
still lives in Boston.
Stars burned the night,
voices silenced,
roaming a heaven full of prayers holding hands with fate.
Fear in their…
February’s White Storm…Breathes…
Why are storms so beautiful…so meant to be…they forgive no weakness…spare no tree…
Blinding drifting white…the marshmallow morning…swallowing the green and brown of winter…blowing life around …and burying it for fun…
White drift heaps on the screens…
Her White Shadow Does Not Show..
I lived to see and tell the words of winter how to feel…the icy letters fold so neatly into place…soon the poem skates into your heart
Under the snow-covered stone …her life’s keys lie frozen to our ground..the warmth of her stands behind the door…shy as…
Unopened Life…
These outsides reaching in
To fetch what was…what should or could
have been…
The unbroken truth of me…
Crying… happily
No fingers touching… doors… only open in…
The world can not change me….
It’s me and me … damn that reality…
It never existed nor
ever…
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Frozen Tears In My ChristmasTree…(for the parents of the children who died at Sandy Hook)
The yawning of her simple smile…now the toys cry soft tears…
Songs on the radio he sang so loud..silenced.. but echoed in this memory…
Why was I not there…I could have helped…maybe…maybe not…
This child held so much of my heart…
I can’t feel my…
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Winter’s Frozen Sunlight
Standing in shallow white…the dark feels the ice of December…
Mindless the wind blows the browned leaves into a dirge…
And when the sun arrives …dreams smile in the frost…
They know where to form…and how cold warm ideas can be…
And the squirrels…
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You are the Autumn in Me…
Pine needles cover the bright parts of you…and when the wind tastes you…your colors undo…a sky before your feet..
I listen to the silence of the wind moving slowly…pieces of life…where…in her heart truth lives…when she really looks for it
Lone road…so…
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Finding Fall Amidst the Leaves…
Take to wing now the Raven…as he feels the updrafts…of color splashing during the day…but at night the moon and I await your flight…travel on
Leaves that wave as they sail across the window pane…picking their spot carefully on the pavement.. .next to…
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Grey Day Mine…
Darkness ending…pale dawning the still morn…
Lazy sun hiding in the shade…
Neither light nor dark…the great in between…
I feel so numb.
It seems my life was put in a dank basement…
For something I did wrong…
I peek out of the window …nothing is moving…
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The Path to Her Heart
Leaves of life…spent in shadows…
Tears of rain…that never quite had a chance to fall…
Courage is her name…
She is the mirror of it all.
Morning drinks from her font…
A smile that brings her closer than you can feel…
Hair that blankets beauty…
Signs of…
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Who would pray for me?
If they knew me…could they…
If they walked in my shoes…should they
All I’ve done and undone…
Places I’d never seen…still looking at me…
If my time were well spent…
Or if the ignorance of my blank spaces could be numbered
If a little more this… sprinkled…
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Fall …What will we learn of thee?
Into the dark dirge of love life’s painting of us revealed…
Deeper still the green that laps the corner of the tree
Seems to stare right Inside of me…
These vibrant colors they touch us and tickle our exploring eyes..
The wind… it unfurled and tastes your…
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Her Summer’s Ending
Her Summer’s Ending Don’t blame me..
Sweet greens and shaded glens start to change their clothes…
As she puts her sweater on…
Giving her approval…for the autumn nights to chill..
And the streams to shiver in the dark.
Dragonfly wings get slower… as they await the sun to warm…
June bugs…
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The Movie Cried
The Movie Cried To Honor those who live on and died that day..
No pop corned dreams anymore the virgin screens bled..
Fools.. we made.. now crawl from the scenes..
And use our weapons of imagination.. against us..
As a weakened mind.. explodes his delirium.
The wound of millions of eyes… lie naked and open..
While…
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America..What Price Liberty?
Tears rolling down the gravestones..of our loves…
That are deafening statues to a liberty..whose flame never failed us..
She wraps her lovely face in stars and stripes..and feels the pulse of a nation..
Growing before her eyes…a humble bliss in a troubled…
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