Smoky Hoss Poems

Come and see the old poet
Laying in his bed of ashes and dust,
His love in ruins
His mentality frozen by restless rust,
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The world seems a strange place tonight.
I feel as an alien
in a foreign land...
I sit, where I oft do, out-of-doors, alone,
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When she was young
she loved to lay in wide open spaces,
intently gazing far away into the sky.
With a divinely silent patience
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Don't we all wonder, remotely
- in ways we cannot even fully understand -
'What's this all about? '
Age has invaded our mind
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Every time, that last year of life,
when I would go visit her in the nursing home
where she spent her days dreaming inside of those
walls that weren't her own,
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'Silence is God's first language.' - John of the Cross

When the sky clears
and radiance out shines the dark
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The black-eyed Susans
are gone,
the question of fall
has begun.
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There we sat
Just me and the cat,
Upon a bench overlooking the river Thames,
The cat turned to me
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Today on the trail
the temperature high
the humidity heavy
like a beast of burden-
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- 'There is, after all, something eternal that lies beyond the hand of fate and of all human delusions. And such eternals lie closer to an older person than to a younger one, oscillating between fear and hope.' -Albert Einstein in a letter to the queen of Belgium.

I stand in a receding twilight room
noticing them noticing me.
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