Sailing to windward Poems

If thoughts
were carried on scented winds
And prayers
were caught by candle light,
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Ages ago,
he converted
to envy
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When I’m gone, I will be
quiet as a mouse;
My scent upon the pillow still,
But I will have left the house.
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Her warm teary breath fogs the mirror glass
as she tries to fix her face to pass
the coming frantic wave of hands.
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What's expected of this thing called hope;
is it a medicine; is it just smoke?
Merely a screen - perhaps a misty haze,
to sweeten our journey around life's maze?
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At birth,
a tag on the wrist
generates a list
of places one may roam.
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I am left behind
In constant state of catching
Up flies another target
And I miss
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In community lies strength of numbers.
to support the sick and the weak.
In community somebody hears me,
with louder voices to speak
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An eight line verse I tried to write,
It kept me up near half the night.
Twas not so much the missing rhyme
More vexing was the metre's time.
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The temple siren calls, deep within his walls,
stirring in his isolation, a need for expression and creation.
Reaching for notelets, grabbing at memorets and pigeon holes,
his hands slide and his memory glides,
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