Fran Spear Poems

I seek the good path,
the good way

Among the boulders of disgust
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Some get to hop to it, from here to there
or others hop away from it; to here from there!

others fly away from it - the here to here?
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There's pain, then there's The Pain

I watched him die - in the rain - from pain,
but then came The Pain
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Nobody cares
as much as I - a misplaced adverb in life
for 'tenderly' -
I cared, fed, became a cast-away of myself
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The intensity of
intense is
intense
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You're gone
my mom
You stayed as long as you could
and me, the one who cared for you
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Along the quay a merry desert bloom
sings the merry May pole defying the salt, seaweed and dogs -

circling, circling it rings
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Learn the count, and learn to play
where 6pm starts a day
Maundy Thursday is its' name
remember the count, remember to play
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In Memory of Robin Williams

Joy is not laughter
but laughter was his Song
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