Richard St. Clair

I had a spinal shot today, Oh my:
It passed by quickly, merciful it was
Though not a pleasant thing - it does
Me good, or so they tell me, bye and bye!
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Having no interest
in resolving my life's pain,
Ponderosa pines...
towering far above me,
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Looking back I see my faith has changed,
From one of fear and promises unkept:
My erstwhile faith I've staunchly overlept,
Spurning the lies of gurus half deranged.
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March is finally spent, and what a ride!
Through unexpected snow and ice I've slogged:
To Mother Nature my complaint I've lodged
In hopes that winter lastly will subside!
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Spring is now a halcyon day today,
The temperature just right, the sun is shining,
The birds and bees are busily at work, dining,
The flowers soaking every available ray!
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It may just be that my Norwegian genes
Have cursed me with a damned obesity;
Or karma?My lax diet? Iniquity?
Tell me, Muse, just what this problem means!
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A chill in the air:
painted across the sky,
heavy clouds
moving in high winds-
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The robin perched atop the tree
Signals spring his warbling song;
How long will I be pleased to see
The robin perched atop the tree?
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The snowflakes of the winter night
Crown the land with regal mien;
The driving wind seems to incite
The snowflakes of the winter night
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Half melted snow
soaking into my shoes-
circling seagulls
swooping near my head:
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When days of winter rain return to snow
And midwinter thaw reverts to ice,
Retreating into sleep I dream of warm
And sunny times when music fills the air
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Knowledge sweeps our mysteries away,
Disproves attractive theories left and right;
It undermines the grounds for firm belief,
Impoverishes the visions and the dreams,
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Recovery through deceit, intimidation,
Peer-group pressure, cracker-barrel values,
Higher-power contemplation rationed
Daily, weekly, served up with a callous
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It’s the second month of winter, and the snow
Is wet and heavy; birds from branch to snowy
Branch seem twitchy — who can blame them?
Though we
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I’ve seen few days that felt sublime like this
Late winter afternoon before the sol-
stice, clarity of cobalt blue, the skies
Now sweetened by a nimbus wash of all-
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I wait impatiently and hope the muse
Will strike and cause my pen to move; across
The page it crawls, but only to confuse
Things, mingling the sublime art with the dross.
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I've come to have a different sort of faith
Devoid of all the dogma preaching fear:
Instead I feel a truer savior near
And not the Christians' god, their holy wraith.
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If e'er I thought myself a seer able
if by some secret crystal ball I knew,
I'd never let it on - I'd deeply rue
to change what I am obviously unable.
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If e'er I thought myself a seer able
if by some secret crystal ball I knew,
I'd never let it on - I'd deeply rue
to change what I am obviously unable.
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I can't see far ahead into the future,
a story in post-history yet to wend,
and even though it may in fire end
it's Buddha's loving nature us to nurture.
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