Fred Babbin Poems

God is the metaphor
for a random universe.
And the scientific savants
are busy untangling bits
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Life is a dance
in an unknowing universe-
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The doctors with their pills and manipulations
Plug the holes in the dikes of life
Keeping the ocean of death at bay.
But the dikes crumble slowly or fast
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Winter - the minimalist time
So very white
With snow and rime—
And black where white
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I must write it now.
Now!
Why, I do not know.
But my demons
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An early poem - I wasn't sure

Ruth-
Do I love Thee?
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Ruth –
You sweet tart apple –
Lying on the ground,
I found you,
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I was very depressed; I also have a couple of life threatening conditions, but no overt symptoms, and I think I spoke too soon, but here it is.

Do not weep for me my love,
Do not weep for me.
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That tiny blotch upon my skin –
I watch it grow
and hope it won’t begin
to spread too far.
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I don't cry into the darkness
I write poetry instead.
I write what comes into my head—
Sometimes it's light, like helium
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