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From Cocoon forth a Butterfly
As Lady from her Door
If dead, we cease to be ; if total gloom
Swallow up life's brief flash for aye, we fare
As summer-gusts, of sudden birth and doom,
Coldly, sadly descends
The autumn-evening. The field
Strewn with its dank yellow drifts
Of wither'd leaves, and the elms,
Here, in this little Bay,
Full of tumultuous life and great repose,
Where, twice a day,
The purposeless, gay ocean comes and goes,
Earth no longer
hymns the Creator,
the seven days of wonder,
the Garden is over —
He had offices in Sydney, not so many years ago,
And his shingle bore the legend `Peter Anderson and Co.',
But his real name was Careless, as the fellows understood --
He who could beard the lion in his lair,
To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,
And drive these beasts before his chariot,
The children of the Czar
Played with a bouncing ball
Saint Valentine’s Day
Well dost thou, Love, thy solemn Feast to hold
WHAT shalt THOU know of Spring? A verdant crown
Of young boughs waving o'er thy blooming head:
Ah! weary Priest! - with pale hands pressed
On thy throbbing brow of pain,
Baffled in thy life-long quest,
Overworn with toiling vain,
PEACE to their ashes! Far away they lie,
Among their poor, beneath the equal sky.
Among their poor, who blessed them ere they went
In green old gardens, hidden away
From sight of revel and sound of strife,
The little one-room schoolhousc among the redwoods
Opened its door, a dozen children ran out
And saw on the narrow road between the dense trees
Each day is as disastrous as the next.
I spend my time looking up at ceilings,
looking up at the moving clouds.
I fiddle around my brain trying
When Caesar, following those who bore the head,
First trod the shore accursed, with Egypt's fates
His fortunes battled, whether Rome should pass
The house in Broad Street, red brick, with nine rooms
the weedgrown graveyard with its rows of tombs
' I LOVE BEING LOVED BY YOU! '
My life overflows with happiness
As my favorite dreams come true.
THE POWER of PRAYER
Prayer is one of life’s most amazing privileges
Despondent. One who feels
In the world about him
Blow, a cold will, crude.
Purposeless. One who stands
Wednesday morning, February 15,2023 at 7: 09 a.m.; Monday afternoon, February 20, 2023 at 2: 48 p.m.
'A part of you becomes a part of me from time to time...'
—Joni Mitchell, 'The Last Time I Saw Richard'
No GOD form or formless,
Uniform & Unpleasant;
No thoughtful Religion,
A Sterotype & Monologue;
The sky is shaking
The sun is horrified
My name is
on each and every particle of creation
''Pure like honey,
odorless like olive oil,
Fresh like ice
and innocent as a dove.'''MY MASTER M.A.N SAYS
My Lord, I ask that you give me life,
that You do determine my days over again.
I am a sinner and punished severely
where now purposeless I wander through life
(after Ingrid Jonker)
In this piercing umbrella-thorn bush
you left me behind with a marriage put on hold
To look for an old rusted pin,
Buried beneath the sand
Of a desolate desert
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