CYCLONES AND HIGH-SPEED WINDS

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Is there rain in my heart?

Do the winds blow willy nilly?

I try to see the sunshine through - I do!

But there's been a meltdown brewing for some time now

Heaven sees me play my game

Sees me pretending I'm alone...only when I’m in the wrong...maybe

Thinking, isn't this the time she must come to us for guidance?

How does it help the cause for her to hide?

But life's been like that, hasn’t it?

The darkest hours buried beneath blankets of blur to keep them from ever surfacing

But surface they do!

Dark hours on Dark Days!

Cyclones and high-speed winds

Threatening a deluge that promises to drown all!

COZY

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Living alone in my cozy bedroom

'stead of fading away, I bloom

'cause everything feels just right

Problems out of mind and out of sight.

Lullaby is the soft rain

Gentle breeze a soothing refrain

Warm and cozy 'neath the covers

I dream of gardens, fruits and flowers

 

THE UNQUIET BURIAL OF THE DEAD HORSE

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Everyone was happy to know

It had worked out!

(It was time to start beating the dead horse)

Congratulations came pouring in 

Like so many drops of refreshing rain

(The dead horse was beaten so many times over!)

There seemed no end to the celebrations

That rang true and sincere

(They meant it - the dead horse deserved a good burial after all...)

If at all there was sadness in any eye

They hurried to hide it

(The dead horse must never guess it was dead)

Ceremonies followed ceremonies

And dreams came true - and how!

(The dead horse wasn't coming back for sure)

They who spoke heaped praises

Lifting to the sky

(Just let me beat the dead horse once more...)

Finally buried with great pomp and fare

beneath flowers and festoons

lay the dead horse pretty much as it were in the beginning...

You can never be "too dead," now, can you?

 

PARADISE LOST AND REGAINED

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Look at me

I'm the common denominator

responsible

for all the failed relationships in my life

Not the child molester

or the one who does not hesitate to poison

out of jealousy

Not the bullies

and the narcissists

and the ones who misinterpret

but me - 

the common denominator

that dares to whine

pushing my boat 

farther and farther away

from them all

into deep ocean

till it toppled altogether

and disappeared

Leaving me to find my way to the shore

all alone and gasping for breath.

But look where I am now - 

on a golden beach

looking up at a never-ending blue sky

that turns into millions of twinkling stars at night

Breeze whispering my name.

Look where I am now

Devoid of Drama

Paradise. 

SILENCE SPEAKS

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 Waves destroyed my sandcastle day before

Carefully constructed yet flimsy - 

Bricks of Love I had not laid in place.

I know now I love the ocean and the waves

more than I do my sandcastle.

Did not cry that it was gone - 

Did not look back.

Dancing waves beckon - 

The crossover is gentle, silent,

and seamless

From beach to ocean.

Gentle waves lapping

On a placid day of morning Sunshine

And cool breeze.

At peace at last, and

one with the Blue.

ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER TIME

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I come in goodwill although

my heart has been dead a while now

washed away in the River of Tears.

This then body without a soul

comes in goodwill

extending a hand in friendship

yet the fire burns bright

in the backburner of memory

of the last time we met

under different circumstances

and I had fled for life from you

 

DARK THOUGHTS

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They were there a long time 

in folders

my poets and writers

their work, their lives, their thoughts

and when I'd done compiling and thanking

I deleted them, the folders

to add new ones

but then, I had forgotten a detail

and I clicked Control plus Z, the reverse shortcut keys

and there they were back again

in folders

my poets and writers

their works, their lives, their thoughts

How I wish there were some reverse shortcut keys

to bring back 

all the loved ones I've lost.