enough
in this "First World"
equals a king's ransom
in far lands where food is as scarce
as gold
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enough
in this "First World"
equals a king's ransom
in far lands where food is as scarce
as gold
as gold
renewed in light
the soft bright glow of dawn
turn back the time when we were there
ablaze
ablaze
in gathering
the what that I have been,
into one light, I see you now
sightless
sightless
unheard unseen
gathering weightless stones
in a simple basket tied tight
to you
to you
I raise my glass
warm words they call a toast
buttery, jelly sweet, but not
enough
enough
is for sissies
or milquetoasts! I want
more, and then more, more, more and then
some more
some more
food for my soul
soft music to soothe me
stories to spirit me away
yes more
yes more
please sir, may I?
do you want me to beg
you said "I am yours", is that right
come here
come here
desire calls
quickly slowly right now
never mind i changed my mind
oh well
oh, well,
many pennies
I have fed you, waiting,
to hear the horses of wishes
pounding
pounding
you could see it
right there beneath her breast
she tried to hide it with her hand
I pledge
I pledge
to shelter you...
bright yellow umbrellas
to make the rain as happy as
sunshine
sunshine
not invited
lawn burnt already bare
bring on lightning, loose that thunder—
need rain…
need rain...
soft quiet mist
fast moving fierce cloudburst
ever in our way fleeting life
drenched wet
drenched wet
he laughed at her
looking like some drowned rat
but he stopped when she reached for her
button
button
up your jacket,
comb your hair, sit up straight,
come when you're called and speak only
when asked
when asked
acknowledge once
turn briefly and smile
pretend you didnt' hear the sound
that he
that he
loved the orchid,
and sought her in his dreams,
he also loved the rose's thorns
it seems
it seems
there is trouble
between the two of them
I hope they can work it out for
our sake
our sake
is none other
than desire perceived
happiness noted in their hope
and love
and love
shall she bring him
in a crystal clear vase
balanced on a deep cherry tray
for both
for both
my life and death
I shall remain grateful,
for what two better doors will I
pass through
pass through
my fingers like
streams of silken water...
memories cannot reach my mind
from here
from here
I see your mind
and look into your heart
are you not afraid of bearing
your soul
Your soul
is an iffy
thing. While you do your day
-to-day charade, it struggles to
get out
get out,
I told my soul,
you need a little tan,
be careful, not too dark, don't risk
a burn
a burn
smell of ashes
renewal often starts
with destruction of what has gone
before
before
you look don't leap
unless I'm there to catch
then jump, jump, jump, you can trust me
promise
promise
me you will brush
your teeth, your hair, the stray
threads from your coat, just don't brush
me off
me, off
off my rocker
pacing the floor, babbling
wildly looking for an escape
window
window,
a shadow moves,
back and forth in a rage,
a creature wild caught in a cage,
break free!
break free
of rules and strict
regulations of form....
just let the poem write itself
free verse.
free verse
from its prison
let it flow, room to grow
hatched chrysalis unfolds wings
and soars…
and soars
higher, higher
way up to my shoulder
tick tick peck peck nibble my ear
message
Message
to the future:
"Please be kind to people.
Smile. And don't forget to water
the plants."
the plants
are worried now
the geese are flying south
leaving them in their pots and plots
to sleep
to sleep
shall you go now....
dream of bright rainbows and
periwinkle pinafores and
ice cream.
ice cream,
I remember
your bells on a half-bike,
the magic ice that wouldn't melt,
one dime
one dime
slides through a slot....
shiny black discs line up...
tunes of our lives on a platter....
your choice?
your choice!
go ahead, choose,
she stumbled forward, sat,
her little white chest, floppy ears,
love chose