We do not own this earth,
or any of its water.
We bottle what is free,
so some can stockpile dollars.
Our oceans once had fish,
now they teem with plastic.
Life is a Banquet
Poetry flows where my blossoming brain blows

Friday, December 9, 2016
Friday, August 19, 2016
#PowerToThePeople
Flail against a system
that decimates your rights
and surely you'll be caught
in the quicksand of the fight.
Stand in truth with courage
oppressor in your sight
then offering only L-O-V-E
watch darkness fall to light.
that decimates your rights
and surely you'll be caught
in the quicksand of the fight.
Stand in truth with courage
oppressor in your sight
then offering only L-O-V-E
watch darkness fall to light.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Here's to the Lady
At Liberty
quite literally,
I wet my pants
over Burton,
how You’d brought him
close as Violet-
eyes to an O.
Moving, hmm..hearts,
not turning heads,
lonely I guess,
over this I wept.
Could anyone else
turn those lines,
still wear a hat,
not drink to that.
* For Elaine Stritch
quite literally,
I wet my pants
over Burton,
how You’d brought him
close as Violet-
eyes to an O.
Moving, hmm..hearts,
not turning heads,
lonely I guess,
over this I wept.
Could anyone else
turn those lines,
still wear a hat,
not drink to that.
* For Elaine Stritch
Friday, February 1, 2013
And the Beat Goes On
They bid anon I follow
their timbre richly fraught,
begged I trace enchantment
through each sound my pulse I sought.
The Beginning that was word
‘twas there I traced and found
a love that surpassed wine
sung by Song of Solomon;
verses nigh as breath or touch
whispered to his Beloved,
spent did he, his heart on words
and these resound through time.
their timbre richly fraught,
begged I trace enchantment
through each sound my pulse I sought.
The Beginning that was word
‘twas there I traced and found
a love that surpassed wine
sung by Song of Solomon;
verses nigh as breath or touch
whispered to his Beloved,
spent did he, his heart on words
and these resound through time.
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