rich soos Poems

a persistent and expected guest
seldom speaking aloud within
the soul I once considered rowdy
and devised of the songs of birds
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never thinks to stop
it measures our hearts our dreams
and laughs at the wind
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seeds planted in deep
morning light will rise slowly
roots breathe in soil
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yells at my drunkenness
beating in rhythm
at my ankles
attempting to bury
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I am free and scream free
I am free and laugh free
I am free and jump free
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there is no need for sacrament
or prayer before you visit
walk toward me with cold arms
and take me away while I sleep
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winter

these poems keep warm
the soul running random in
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wind

feels mighty at morn
showing all the brand new dawn
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Dante

hell is a choice we avoid
is sure fire words still burning
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composing haiku
for discipline and structure
frees the words to sing
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