In Conversation with the Crow
Floating on a wing and a prayer
traversed leap of faith, crossed
Next dimension
Netherland of shadow people
Dwellers of crossing over
Halted ones
Hanging in state of disbelief
Neither here nor there
All kingdoms denied
Queried Mr. Crow, who held court
Harbinger of times (un)kosher
Tidings ill bearer
Why spurned my welcoming platter
Of choice flesh to you that mattered
Hurt heart, decried
Crow replied:
Have respect when life lingers
Wick of life on last legs flickers
Hover, bide time, until
Hourglass lets go final grain of life
time enough to get my fife
For boating souls to other side
I am but a messenger, carrier
Aiding souls readied for crossover
soul less carrion, my charge (r )
ashes to ashes dust to dust
life existing disintegrates thus
souls I carefully navigate
Other realms dimensions to populate
firefly souls crossing over
final glow sparklers
submerging into the golden orb
losing identity in The One entity
no more incandescent
Calmed mulling over what was said
Hastily homewards bound I sped
Opened eyes in my bed
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Originally Published: December 3, 2010
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Mind of an Ant
Mind of an Ant
Swept by soft comforter
Mopped by gentle night
Cobwebs banished
Beyond wrinkles of time
I became a witness
Over physical time
Watched over self
By self- witnessing
Judging with gavel
Carried soul scrupulously
In palms of hand, still
Spilled many a drop
Intentions well meant
Still tinged with colors
Unbecoming, undoing
Why off-color
Ordinary emotions of
Of anger, pride et al appeal
For all my zeal
I am like an ant
Born to fall, rise again
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Originally Published: November 7, 2010
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The Catchers
The Catchers
Eye catchers all/ watchers all!
Beckoning
Intriguing
Mysterious
Inviting
Sun Catchers (Day)
Painstakingly handcrafted
Finished bits of colored glass
Diminutive tarts are they, not crass
Bound by a single thread they hang
Glassy-eyed craving amorous sunny glance
Once bestowed, life suffused, they dance
They shine and smile and jingle in the sun
Glass sunflowers frolicking in fun, hoping
That love’s labor begets value before day is done
Night Catchers
Ladies of night hang in arches, doorways
Tethered to handlers with acquiescence or not
Baited anglers primed to catch love needing eyes
Painstakingly they dress up to make a killing
Take to la la land those eager hands willing for
Few bucks to make them forget life shrilling
Eye Catchers, sun catchers, we are watchers all
Vicissitudes of life affects us in big ways or small
Caring, buying helps make a breakthrough to it all
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Originally Published: June 13, 2010
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Lopsided
Lopsided
Eye to eye
Impossible
Will not lie
Empty lip service
Eyes glinting ice
Vapidity spiced
One discerning
One fudges
Truth pudgy
One withers
One sniggers
All smothering
What is apparent
May not be true
Do dwell or rue
Squirms wiggle
Brain niggles
Truth chuckles
Its better to silently
Tiptoe away than
Prattle vacuously
Honest enemy
Better friend than
Inane gushing ally
Mind and heart
To be in sync
Must see eye to eye
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Originally Published: June 2, 2010
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Labyrinth
Labyrinth
Lines forming in labyrinthine passageways of my mind
Endless, serpentine, ideas jostling eager to be heard
Some are playfully childish hard put to control, tether
A flood, a deluge keeps pouring in streaming unabated
Screaming to be heard throwing tantrums flouncing pouting
Leaving me in disarray which to heed n from which to stray
A prolific mind aware of time’s paucity, is a ticking bomb
Judiciously husbanding what to retain, what to disband
Burning candle at both ends garrulous, scrambling nonstop
Regurgitating thoughts imprisoned in nether regions of heart
Some stillborn, aborted, amputated, mutilated while others
Allowed to go full term, to sprout, pollinate and propagate
Meaningless babble trapped in mind’s labyrinth simmering
Ready to blow top, blast and land in friendly regions, clime
Amidst kindred spirits giving ear simpatico and not dismiss
Existing hurled in a void, a time capsule in virtual black hole
Until one day this avalanche of outpouring shall hold captive
A receptive, attentive mind, now captivated by it over time
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Originally Published: February 21, 2010
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