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The Soul of Hawaii
| A poem about rebirth in the tropical surf |
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| A poem about the birth of a baby | ||
A Birthday in Hawaii
| A poem about lifelong friendship | ||
Waiting For Love
| A poem about the hope of touching... | ||
Donald Healey's Dream
| A poem about the Greatest Sportscar ever made! | ||
The Dawn of Love
| A poem written for you!! | ||
Mother and Child
| A poem about the special love between mother and child! | ||
My Soul Beloved
| A poem about undying love! | ||
Fire Dance
| Today's daydream !! | ||
Sad Eyed Lady
| An early infatuation. | ||
Blur The Line
| A poem about cyber-relationships ! | ||
Life is a Fragile Craft
| A birthday poem ! | ||
The Man in Bronze
| A poem about strength and perseverence !! | ||
Sunrise On A Man
| Is it love he's found ? | ||
Pirate Heart
| A pirate's heart is hard ... or is it? | ||
Young Man's Contempt
| A poem about anti-establishment resentment | ||
Broken Dreams
| A poem about the fragile nature of dreams | ||
King's Counsel
| Let them eat cake? | ||
Lover's Cross
| A martyr for love? | ||
Murder
| Can a good man kill? | ||
Judge and Jury
| A poem about self judgement and conscience | ||
Magdalena
| A poem about being misunderstood | ||
Oh Time!
| Will time bring wisdom? | ||
Dear Bancroft Family
| Chilhood Memories | ||
Lover's Cross
| A poem about rejecting a lover's "baggage" | ||
3 Haiku Poems
| Some short poems of the classic 5-7-5 structure |
A Birthday in Hawaii August '95 Another year gone by so fast, but still not gone, just now a stitch, a patch in time, a multi-colored quilt of the present and the past, into the blend of fate's untwisting road. The year just done, who's facts are straight, remakes the quilt according to some vague, unguided code. Just one lone constant, you and I can knit. A single touch of hand, the same soft touch for years on end. The same sole fingers intertwined, forever on, my constant friend. I strive for honor every day, the higher ground, to make the choice, to do God's will, to till the soil that sprouts the human race, but still, what could be love brings angry harvest, sometimes, in the end. It's then I seek your healing touch my constant friend. You are the center of my life where all the grappling corners of the earth are stilled. My staggered senses settle with a new resolve. In tiny fractions, you and I, will find a corner of this massive world to mend. Such power and potential fills my heart, each time I hold your hand my constant friend. The tears of faith and love tumble from my heart in such a way. Each stumble, each temptation to take this life for granted that plagues us all from time to time. To deny the miracles that surround us every day. We work, past all the misaimed mirrors, beyond the false reflections of ourselves, to share the holiness within us till the end. And every step along the way, whether halting or with purpose, Ill seek the balance of your hand my constant friend. I love you now, your heart out on your sleeve, your happiness, your pain the things you do and don't believe. I'll care for you each day, for every year I'm given. Each crazy, boring, growing, loving, lazy, dreaming, working, laughing, bustling day we're livin'. The hand of fate reached out for me one day. The heavens moved, a course was set, the angels wanted me to find you then, and since that time theyve found a way that I could hold your tender heart in mine my constant friend. Our hearts, our hands, are bound together in eternity. No sooner could the sun not shine upon the earth, than your friendship could not be a part of me. Each wound is to us both, and in us both must heal. Each joy is by our hearts and hands embraced, and thus our friendship is revealed. My peace, my heart, my soul is yours and all of this I send to you each time I hold your hand my constant friend.
TODAYS DAYDREAM.......DANCING WITH YOU....
I feel the clouds of Haleakala, a swirling circlet trailing down the old lava flows. I feel the breezes from the North, the ancient highway every sailor knows they call to me they sing the old melodies, a drum, a fire, the rustling of the sacred dance attire the rhythm of the God's, ringing in my ears, I see you dancing, graceful as a deer. The warm night air on my cheeks as the shadows dance, I stare, and strain to hold this living dream, your movements ride the fire light, no step by chance, each sway with sensuous intent, the tramping, sliding, turning.... that patent glance, the sparkle in your eyes is heaven sent. This dance is filling me with love, with all the hopes and dreams of a thousand years. Each turning of your palms, each folding of your wrist is acknowledging eternity. The dance goes on...the fire glows, the drums beat slowly and the men all chant.... mesmerized by the light and shadow, the calm intensity upon your face. The spirits that fill you with this golden light, have come from time unknown, from ancient rites of spring, from sacrificial stones.... the power in your dance pierces every eye, watching you transfixed, blinded like the sun in the midnight sky. I cannot turn away, my muscles paralyzed by this display..... until your mystic form is suddenly in front of me, attracting, reaching compellingly, your gentle fingers luring through my awestruck sight, to join you in that dance, to share the spirit you and you alone have mastered, through the night. Our hands touch, become a corridor of thought, a river flowing in and out of time, and now, our movements rhyme. Each entry taken, each open followed by a close, every thought that has brought us together, eagerly exposed, each turn followed easily as though this dance had been practiced for centuries. (and so it has!) Each shadow following it's light, each breath waiting to exhale, is this dance guided from a higher place? Far off, beyond the silver moon, the seabirds wail .....
Young Man's Contempt
Those outside "God Damns" can get me down!!
Meanwhile I imagine stale wine
Broken Dreams
A slipping yarn of glass and ice
From time to time
I spend days sometimes collecting them,
It makes it hard to show my fragile things,
King's Counsel
I watched them in the gutters,
Their eyes were full of cinders,
I leered at them from castle walls,
"What is this great gray beast
"Why comes this scum to irk my soul?"
Murder
With this sad story I'm telling you all,
Lost to his friends in my old home down,
Aden Miller was his name,
They say he travelled a wicked path
He wrote his last lines on pains of mirror glass.
For days and weeks, the hospital, the jail,
JUDGE and JURY Is it always yes or no? Is it sitting on a great judicial balance? Brooding on the pros and cons of this manıs talents? This one man, both prosecution and defense on a mental witness stand. First bellowing his condemnations, then raising a hand, he follows, with impressive reason and masterful rationalizations But their are liars lurking in the courtroom of my mind, Who take the oath with their fingers crossed. There are jesters too, The comic relief when things get heavy. The jury is of my own design The sentence rarely fits the crime. Today, their is contempt for this court. How can such a den of fools and wise men decide upon a singular plan? There is not one outline that will fit this managerie, this one man, who is not to judge his own guilt or innocence in the larceny of life nor sentence himself to worlds of wealth or strife.
Lover's Cross You tell me you were born too soon. Never opened your heart to a happy tune. Your candle it is all but burned and there's so much yet you haven't learned about what and when and who or whom to steal from. You say that you would rather be among the crowd at Calvary. Every day your life's the same. You need to see some sweat you claim. Well, honey, don't hand your cards to me to deal from. "Cause I never was much of a martyr before I ain't gonna start nothin' new. Baby I can't hang upon a lover's cross for you.
Sad Eyed Lady In the woods with my trees Sitting on their ancient shoulders Drinking wine And soft fur is nice For sure And your deep brown bear eyes They look always ready to cry I'd like your pearly whites to tell me why Someday But goodbye for now sad eyed lady Star willows watching Your soft fur slumber And the Earth, the trees Love to see you sleep Your dreams are caressed By wood winds And cool Earth is close to you Drift hello to happy times Goodbye for now sad eyed lady You are deer grace Moving away to hidden places Deep woods, shadow, misty places Where I'm sure you have A favorite place to hide And cry for your Michael from mountains But goodbye for now sad eyed lady Your Spanish Moss thoughts Are gossamer And the green grey sadness Goes unnoticed By those who rest Beneath the melancholy hello smiles And goodbye for now sad eyed lady 1972
Magdalena Burning my legacy into lava flows crashing pell mell to the sea, I hold a mirrored shield, Iım told, West, to blind the one whoıd be, the oh so righteous saviour that tried to set me free. In spite you cried, ³Remember, when your best designs, fall victim at the last to the rain, the sand and the steaming surf you could have let me pass.² My Magdalena, wonıt you please come to your senses, when I hold my prism high itıs cause Iıve let down my defenses. Magdalena, donıt be blinded by my light. Stay with me through the night. I need you, not my rainbow in the sky. Magdalena wonıt you try to see who I really am? Iım not a man whoıs lost his way nor a footloose boy living for today nor a shaken preacher kneeling down to pray for the resurrection. Magdalena, the sky is falling My mirrored shield, my white horse, all are rusting it is I and I alone that you are judging, Magdalena.... 1974
Lover's Cross You tell me you were born too soon. Never opened your heart to a happy tune. Your candle it is all but burned and there's so much yet you haven't learned about what and when and who or whom to steal from. You say that you would rather be among the crowd at Calvary. Every day your life's the same. You need to see some sweat you claim. Well, honey, don't hand your cards to me to deal from. "Cause I never was much of a martyr before I ain't gonna start nothin' new. Baby I can't hang upon a lover's cross for you.
Cast iron rusted
Mobs, wildly surging
Majestic redwoods
One drop, warm and red
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