sing a new song

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boldness, dance, life, love, poem, poems, poetry, song

life is lonely

life is bleak

when all you have

is what you seek

love is lonely

love is bleak

if the heart remains

mild and meek

but love and life

they have a chance

when you find a new song

and dance every dance

did you know

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nature, paradise, poem, poems, poetry, suffering

that this bluest of blue skies
and the sudden appearance of a jet
with its ribbon of vapor
sparkling in the sun

that this bird darting by
with a revelation
of a snowy white stripe across
the breadth of its wings

that even this stand of cypresses
swaying and rustling in the breeze
as they have done for years

may be paradise to someone
whose share of suffering
is much greater than your own

caves of lascaux

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caves of lascaux, covid, dreams, hope, magic, pandemic, plague, poem, poems, poetry

let us dream

let us imagine

a way out

let those of us who

have lost loved ones

or have survived a bout

with this plague

remain hopeful

in our cloistered cells

let us be like the cave dwellers

who lived entire lives

in fear of dark forces

who nevertheless painted

scenes upon their walls

of hope and desire

let us paint our walls

in like fashion

in thought or in deed

with visions and schemes

and stampeding dreams

of what we desire

let us emblazon our walls

our unblemished walls

with handprints

drenched in brightest red

the primordial cry

of our ancestors

to remind ourselves

that we too are thriving

in our own space and time

in this way perhaps

we can reassure ourselves

that we too know the magic

our ancestors knew

that we too know how

to cast a spell

to conjure up a world

of brighter days

it’s hard to read the signs

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creative writing, dogs, memory, poem, poems, poetry

i wished for a dream of you

but all i got was a kibble in my shoe

i don’t mean to be ungrateful

for a clue is a clue

but how i wished for a dream of you

dna

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black and white photography, dna, knowledge, photography, poem, poems, poetry, spirit

don’t you love the starkness
of a black and white photo
of color stripped away
to show the underlying essence
of whatever you may call it
a soul
a spirit
a suggestion
of something long forgotten
that nevertheless
remains encoded
in the depths
of our knowing

letting go

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creative writing, letting go, memory, poem, poems, poetry

i woke up from a dream

the dream was you

how was i to know i was dreaming

all along

how was i to know that one day

you’d be gone

life is a delusion some sages say

perhaps we are all dreaming our life away

but if this is so i want you to know

i loved that dream

i can’t let it go

my heart beats for you

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goodbye, loss, love, memory, poem, poems, poetry

it’s all so difficult now learning to live without you:

you who were once a very part of my soul

i used to feel your presence everywhere

i needed you near

now that i’m alone your absence is a presence

and it hurts to know that even as time passes

and i’ve grown accustomed to this new life

there will always be moments that catch me unawares

and i will then know the full weight of my burden:

the everlasting presence of your goodbye

la luna eres tú

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creative writing, memory, mystery, poem, poems, poetry

the moon is you

and so are the stars

tonight i would have danced with you

and your charming face with a look

so proud and knowing

would have told me as before

that i am your one and only

the moon is you

and so are the stars in heaven

ever bright and ever far

until the infinite mystery

allows us a chance

for another dance

– for dora

advice for the lovelorn

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creative writing, lorelorn, poem, poetry, rhymes, rhyming poem

you have to look beneath the surface
delve into the loveliness of his lies
you need to have a healthy distrust
to be fully awake and newly wise

you can’t remain in your la la land
building countless palaces in the sky
imagine instead a field of hurt
where your dreams curl up and slowly die

file new

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creative writing, humor, plans, poem, poems, writing

the sad thing is i wanted to be
someone grand
in command
of their life
with little strife
who knew how to make
the best of life

that’s not how things turned out to be
my failed dreams
and half-baked schemes
have given way
to another day
of writing poems
for fun and play