Poetry

SOLID GROUND

A CAT Scan of earth
would definitely show
molten metal not too far below.

I mention this because
I’ve recently found
people mistakenly think
they’re on solid ground.
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HEAT PUMP

My winter bed once cozy
is now an electric sword.
Cold air that’s meant to warm me
shakes me to my core.

My summer bed once cozy
is now an electric sword.
The sweat that’s dripping from me
dries before it hits the floor.

I used to want to live forever
but now I’m not so sure.
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WONDER NOT

Do not wonder when doubt
first arrived in you
but why sought miracles
are long overdue.

Do not ponder how the fig tree
withered and died,
but why your requests
are always denied.

Do not wonder why your prayers
have a built-in delay,
if granting a request
takes you more than a day.
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LIFE

There’s no such thing
as cease to be
which is only a matter
when eyes can see.

Before you existed
was the potential to be
out among the stars
called stellar debris.

The fact that you are
brings much proof to bear;
when you cease to be
you’ll still be somewhere.

Beyond that,
where might you be,
in another Big Bang
or spoken decree?

Time is a loop
and can only expand
somewhere you are
on a rubber band.
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GRATIS

Poems are a life lived.
Paintings a life viewed.
Poems are owned by everyone.
Paintings are owned by few.
Poems are consolidated thoughts.
Paintings are spread out views.
Poems can be carried about.
Paintings are hidden from view.
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BLUE DAYS

How many verses should I read of rhyme
to heal this wounded mind
on blue days?

How many verses should I read of rhyme
with words that are worthy of my precious time
on blue days?

How many faces I couldn’t find
a look that was beckoning from
the sophisticated and highly refined
on blue days?

How many promises will be left behind
that raised the expectations of all mankind
when they were tested
on blue days?
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SECRET LOVE

While counting the spirits
I found I had them all
some to my liking
and some I appalled.

So what do you see
when you come upon me?
Twenty-four spirits
all perched on a tree.

The one I release
is yours for free
but don’t blame me
if you don’t like
what you see.

When I meet you
you don’t meet me.
When you meet me
you meet you.
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WONDER NOT

Wonder not when doubt
first arrived in you
but why sought miracles
are long overdue.

Ponder not how the fig tree
withered and died
but why your requests
are always denied.

Wonder not why prayers
each time are delayed
if granting a request
takes you more than a day.
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FACADE

Were it not for beards
you would know
the hidden fear
a bare face shows.

Were it not for clothes
you would know
the funny shapes
a body shows.

Were it not for makeup
you would know
the pale veneer
a bare face shows.

Were it not for bras
you would know
the real shape and size
a bare breast shows.

Were it not for wigs
you would know
the real shape and size
a bald head shows.
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