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Purely Fired Up

When clouds seem saddles to ride skies
ignite life and burn bare the sane.
We're strangely seared where heaven lies,

Childhood Photo

At one time my father and I
would rise just before dawn
and travel
in dream-dark woods,

The Straw Motel Of Christmas

When the infant Christ lay in the manger,
in the coarse stable upon matted straw,
kinder animals heeded the stranger-
the godly baby-and stood in great awe.

Here At The Evening Sky

At the evening sky-cosmic mind in thought
seemed starlight written upon deep darkness-
We stopped, and gazing upward, were dream-taught
of Orion, light-quivered in starkness

Diogenes-Or-He Realized There's No Honest Men

His beacon searched for honest men
and found his own pure hell.
Thieves lit out with his only lamp.
Enlightment seems well.

The Goddess

I'll forever love her
(and who could never love her?)
as the day seems winter's
but with summer in its midst.

Unfulfilled Potential

To describe in chapters our life's fables,
pen pauses pending, our white pages glare;
wordless lines cancel Contents in Tables.
contest content-ment, if you won't write there.

Love When Moist

Say that seas were just our dreaming
and love a ship to find,
you'd soon perceive my sea of dreams
where you're moored in my mind.

Triolet: Still Awake

Half to sleep and perhaps I'll die,
but might I stay in those most dear
like beer downed? No, more self's worn sigh?
Half to sleep-and perhaps Ill die...

George Bernard Flaw (Triolet)

On blank scrap paper of his days
he had met her, loved her, lost her,
quick and dirty like bought essays.
On blank scrap paper of his days

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