poetry

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This page is dedicated to poetry.Here you'll find some of the poems I read and loved.
There's Always a Happy Ending
Like the fairytales so often read from a book to a child, like the
stories told around a fire, so there will always be happy endings.
Tears running so freely down red cheeks may be the tears of joy, only
disguised as tears of sadness. When one loses a loved one, there will
be comfort, and the heart will heal, and happiness will again be felt.
An animal lost in the street will be found, and taken to a new home,
where happiness lives.
Sleeping Beauty, Cinderella, both have happy endings. Some endings
may not seem so happy, but when delved deeper into, a happiness is
found. When one looks back on a sad memory, and realizes that it was
happiness who healed the wound, one has found a deeper song. Listen,
and in all things around you, you will hear happiness presiding.
Listen, hear the birds singing the heart out. Listen, hear the wind
rustle the trees. Listen to the creek lapping its way into the stream.
Listen, hear the song of happiness all around you.
And perhaps,
Sometime soon,
You will realize,
That there's always a happy ending.
The end.
Dreamers
Shimmering lights in the sky of night,
Misty fog obscuring the vision.
Both are glimpses of a dream world
Hidden to everything but the mind.
A rainbow arching color across the sky,
Sunlight sparkling upon the water.
Two worlds linked together
By these crossings of visions.
Every now and then the dream worlds will glimpse
Terror, destruction, fear, and fraud.
All the experiences that make our world human.
All the experiences that make our world fearful.
Yet every now and then
Someone comes along
Who is barely human:
Socrates, Beethoven, Leonardo da Vinci.
For those you can see such beauty,
Those who aren't caught up in traffic,
Those people are hardly human,
But dreamers sent from a dream world.
Patrick's Sturgeon
Another sturgeon has been speared and tagged,
hanging by tail, eye follows to tentacled sucker mouth.
Legal limit, longest living for fresh water fish
has haunted generations of ice shanty lore.
Stockbridge side of Lake Winnebago,
prehistoric sturgeon assails
collective mind and imagination as
old as first settling New York Indian tribe.
Curious bottom feeder is drawn
to lights and decoys; shadowy movements
draw sturgeon to open water of hole;
harpooners awaiting the strike and run of coil.
Ice shanties are spread carelessly, connected
like decades of rosary beads to shore; life feeds on life.
Long-lifed sturgeon, curious, searches out
as fisher that mottled ever-changing light.
Picture Window
The too-small bedroom view
is opened with a vengeance;
umbrella-shaped choke cherry,
golden locust and elder, look
alike elm, now encompass the panorama.
Carpenter rip-saws
the opening, the gap
that a twister might bare
with studs and insulation.
Now from armchair, the quarry wall
at thirty degree sweep can be
studied to frame poems from
sedimentary layers too old
and sacred for idle words.
Welcome widening horizon
and tree-topped perch;
abrupt wingspan for
flight and fancy of
awakening.
Windows
The flowers are blooming today,
come sit for a while with me
I've got nothing to do
Watch where you step, there's glass
on the ground
I broke a window
I've got nothing to do
Have you ever numbed your self?
today I broke a window but I thought
about breaking my self
Watch out, there is glass on the ground.
I tried to break myself,
but instead I broke a window
now my hands are red
please don't hurt yourself,
there's my broken glass on the ground,
if something thing happens to you, I don't know
if I would only break a window
The flowers are blooming
Please come and sit with me for a while
I wish I could change some thing
I've got nothing but time now
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you with your wild hair
you with your amazing thoughts
I love you
I love you
You with your singing voice
You with your awesome ideas
I love you
I love you
You with your thinking mind
you with your open eyes
I love you
I love you
remember when we would run from the world
remember when we would lay there not
saying anything for no words were needed
you with your beautiful hands
you with your complete self
I love you
I love you
I love you for your body not where you body has been
I love the way you act not the way you try to act
I love the way you are not what you try to be
I love what you can do not you have done
I love you for yourself
I love you for you
I love you, just you
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