Dateless

Dates mean nothing. The poems are just ordered as I please. I believe I still have a mostly accurate account of dates elsewhere.

Wednesday, October 17, 2018

"The Pale"

 The pale

Follow through the winding of the plot

A little is beginning of a lot

In centuries or days, we'll hit the spot

I'll wait until the time of not is not

That is not what this is all about

Collaboration, in your hand, you wield 

The essence needed as mankind is healed

It ripples out in waves of loving form

To take away the damage from the storm

To leave beyond the pale the beast in rout

For loving of a kind we only sense

Will waken to all hearts as it relents

It needs the loving touch of one who bleeds

To answer every question and the needs

To minimize the anguish and the doubt


I can wait decades, lifetimes, for that which counts on a personal scale.  But, I cannot wait to liberate humanity's.

"The Sun"

The Sun

An answer to a question never posed

As cryptic sense of life becomes disclosed

Not for me, this time, I make request

But, for humanity, at your behest

A woman's view as surely as the sun

Reveals the inner working; you're the one


I realize the time may not be right

To randomly affect the pure delight

I swear I'd live by that until you say

The loving, not tomorrow, but today

In any life you choose


This is the as clear as I can get, I think.

Tuesday, August 28, 2018

"Hurricane"



 Hurricane

It's going to take a hurricane to scatter all your fears

Fullest force of hurricane to whip away the tears

The blue horizons left by hurricane

In full defiance of the endless pain

Of incessant night

Renewed in love and light


The wind that drives my hurricane

The love that drove past all my pain

Like juggernaut of fury's train

That rattles every window pane

Is my deep, abiding love for you

Thank you


Saturday, June 30, 2018

"Poetry"

It's how I keep my sanity through all the grief and pain
Through endless thunder and monsoons of falling rain
To make a little sense of all that fates have thrown at me
To make it more bewildering, persistent irony
All the gems of life are found and set beyond my grasp
The Lady's diamond necklace and the broken silver clasp

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