The Happy Home/ Drinking And Depression/ The Deep End Of The Pool

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“A heavy glass
Solid cubes
Grapefruit juice
And you I choose.”
These be the things
He needs to sing
On autumn days
With broken wing.
“They speak
Of heavy hearts
But seldom note
The leaden mind
Behind dark eyes
Blank thoughts
And stares.”
He sees these woes
But cannot feel
His
Crystalline decanter
Sparkling enchantress
Smiles
He hears promises
Peace and ease.

Man’s Eternal Quest/ Sarah Brightman/ Deliver Me/ I Cannot Fly Today

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“So the body exists for the use of the invisible man, the soul, not he for the body. However, the physical body must be in a certain condition for the invisible self to remain there. What a pity that this invisible self is tied to the body! If it were not, we could go walking on the water and fly in the sky and come back into the physical body again.” –Man’s Eternal Quest.

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I cannot fly today
Yet perhaps last night
We flew between the stars
Who can tell?

Tomorrow will no doubt
Be like today
But not always
Not everlastingly so.
I sew the scenes
Of our escape
While sitting here tonight
Sleepily concealed
In this weighted room
And happily involved
In inward visions
Of eventual flight.

Please pardon
My distraction.
I am so immersed
In a solitary search
For solar satisfaction.

 

 

 

The Lost Child

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The Lost Child

He climbs upon his favorite limb
Immersed in failing day.

The promised moon is in the sky
While pale surrounding light
Casts shadows from a bending tree
He falls under this night.

“Blessed home of my dear ones
Disappearing in the dark
I once did see you with these eyes
But now must know you with my heart.”

Every blade of grass below
Reaches up to grasp
The hand that rests so near a bough
The hair that flutters past.

He sets his sail upon a sea
Of children sleeping easily.
He rises up into the night
Following his own dream-light.

And finds himself in many places
Experiencing so many births
He cannot count each one he sees
Children fluttering to earth.

Then finally he finds his way
Back to his father’s home
And sees someone who once
Was young but now is very old.

Come to me my own dear son
Show me your new life
Save me from this weary place
Of groaning stones and aged strife.

I have waited long for you
Who left me years ago
And always loved you as the sun
Loves mist and wishful skies.

And then the child who was his own
Bathed him in brilliant stars
For all who are not in one place
Are everywhere in sight.

And told him blessed are the young
And old who wait on earth
For they will find the ones they love
In moments of rebirth.

“Take my hand and rise with me
Here is the soothing moon
Endless stars on heaven’s path
And joys unending too.”

“I would never stray too far
I simply watched the ones
Who guard light upon the dew
And every dawn and you.”

The night is quiet
Gone the sun
No hint remains
Of what was done.
But I must tell
What happened here
Before I go
To my own bier.

Never leave your joy alone
Never turn away
Keep the ones you love in sight
For they keep you this way.

aawrt
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Poetry About Accidental Death And Dying

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Poetry About Dying/ Accidental Death Stories

Meeting On A Bridge

He imagines this day then
Could be something different
And falls into one of his dreams
Above the cold current
Of a January day.
Bone white trees along the shore
Wave long limbs as she floats
Towards the bay.
The bridge held
Well except when he slept
And drove into her side
There was no place to go
And no one left to hate.
So down she went to the river
Where snow stains the rocks
And softly sailing ducks
Follow their desires
Towards the sea.
Gliding by the skull-fed trees
To wider regions with him
Who thought to drive by
Her flashing headlights.
Now souls meeting
On a bridge
Moving downstream
Together in flight
Approaching morning
Darting sunlight
While walking on waves
And warming in the rushing
Day of cold water’s delight.
Drifting beyond our ways
Regaining lost sight
As flakes begin to fall
And laughter echoes
Winged songs rising
No longer strangers
Bred to dodge a line of shadows
On a bridge alone at night.

James River Richmond Virginia, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

 

 

Learning How To Kiss

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Learning How To Kiss

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Our planet flies through space

While lovers embrace

Creating shards of light

Shattering the darkest night.


My dear look down

Upon the stone faced ground.

Gaze upon the fields and mountains

Contemplate the isles that rest

In unrepentant loneliness.



Here for you a golden chain

Put our blue green home upon it

Wear it round your neck enthrone it

Let it roll upon your breast

As galaxies entwine your hair

And falling stars are

Everywhere.


Kiss me once and then we fly

Leaving sun and moon behind

Wearing gowns of shifting starlight

Drinking deep celestial wine.


Now I have you in this place

Somewhere deep in endless space.

Teach me how to really kiss

As we merge in endless bliss.



As we play among the heavens

Suddenly I hear a sound

The dog is scratching at the door

Our  child is crying down the hall

Daylight creeps upon the floor

Silently I watch you stir.



And then you speak soft words I keep

“Last night we met someone up there

Who laughed and followed us down here

Before one year is gone  she will

Bring us our joy  fulfilled.”


Outside the grass is growing tall

Business murmurs

Car horns sound.

I must find another job!

Secure the miracle of life

Will bring us safely

Through the night.


Here for you a golden chain

Put our blue green home upon it

Wear it round your neck enthrone it

Let it roll upon your breast

As galaxies entwine your hair

And falling stars are

Everywhere.


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The Place Beyond the Words

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Dawn Rapture


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The good things begin

When we go beyond the words

Music is the train

That takes us there

Or love

Or a photo that touches the heart

Poetry can do it

Or a twenty mile run

So many ways

We want to go

We need to go.

Sitting here reading these words

Imagine you are standing

Behind yourself

Watching yourself

Reading this

In the place beyond the words.

Mother/ The Blueberry Fields

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Mother
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They left you on a shelf
Beneath the bricks and a cloudy sky
As we waited for your date with a field of grass.
The gentleman who dressed you was nice enough
And he rolled you out when I arrived to say “Good-bye”.
You rested in the center of the room
As I recalled the plastic flowers
On our dining room table years ago.
All of us plus Pops and Nana too
Thanking God for all His gifts
And the Sunday meals you made.
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And this as well.
On a beautiful summer day
You put on a white blouse and skirt
And took me to the blueberry fields.
You laughed as I pretended to take a broken drum
Out the door for the berries.
Then you sang a song just for us
As cool breezes charmed my senses
While goodness found mercy
Next to a stream and gave a little boy
A picture that would last until now.
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This morning I went to Starbucks
After watching the river at dawn,
Immersed in making photos with pastel shades of sky
And bushes that seemed blue in the early morning air.
I ordered coffee
To awaken my frozen limbs
And a blueberry scone.
The berries are sweet.
I find them more delicious
Than chocolate
Or wine.

Surfing At Virginia Beach

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I caught you in a time of joy

As once you found a wave

And rode it for it’s very worth

Upon this warm, clear day.

My camera is my surfboard now

It seeks out waves of joy

Like those that have surrounded you

On this day in July.

We know your time is near an end

The beach will soon be dark

But I will always have this scene

Emblazoned on my heart.

A moment when the sun did shine

A twilight vast and free

A fantasy I rode the waves

A silly old diary.

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The Blueberry Fields / Poetry About The Death Of A Loved One

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This is poetry about the death of a loved one. In this case it is my mother who died in 1992. I was taking photos of the James River one day and went back home to get warm and look at them. It was a very peaceful time and as sometimes happens I began to write. The bushes along the river reminded me of something long ago. . .

Mother

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They left you on a shelf

Beneath the bricks and a cloudy sky

As we waited for your date with a field of grass.

The gentleman who dressed you was nice enough

And he rolled you out when I arrived to say “Good-bye”.

You rested in the center of the room

As I recalled the plastic flowers

On our dining room table years ago.

All of us plus Pops and Nana too

Thanking God for all His gifts

And the Sunday meals you made.

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And this as well.

On a beautiful summer day

You put on a white blouse and skirt

And took me to the blueberry fields.

You laughed as I pretended to take a broken drum

Out the door for the berries.

Then you sang a song just for us

As cool breezes charmed my senses

While goodness found mercy

Next to a stream and gave a little boy

A picture that would last until now.

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This morning I went to Starbucks

After watching the river at dawn,

Immersed in making photos with pastel shades of sky

And bushes that seemed blue in the early morning air.

I ordered coffee

To awaken my frozen limbs

And a blueberry scone.

The berries are sweet.

I find them more delicious

Than chocolate

Or wine.

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This Is Just To Say

I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox and which you were probably saving for breakfast. Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold.
-William Carlos Williams
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Beach Watching/ Mother Nature Arrives

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Children laugh long and play under the sun

While waves crash around their happy actions.

And I was out there for a short while too

Watching a babe who was lithe and dark tanned.

When the ocean quite fast zeroed in on its man

And knocked me sideways onto my tender can.

Tumbling around in a large playful wave

I suddenly knew I should try to behave

And struggling emerged from a watery grave

To rest my poor bod in some inviting shade.

“Dear Father”

“Lay us down now

Let us rest for awhile

May the heat heal somehow

And improve our profiles.

The sound of children

Splashing nearby

Mend our souls and make us sane

Before we try to swim again.”

“Amen”.

It’s safer watching them from here.

The radar’s working well this year.

It seeks and finds brief suits defined

Curvaceous thighs victorious smiles. . .

I think it may be time to go

Back to my liquid filled furrow!

But now I feel the need to rest

Sleep slowly does my brow caress

The sound of booming waves assists

And soon I’m gone in dreams of bliss.

Dreaming I’m  a little boy

Perhaps of three or four

Playing on the water’s edge

Watching someone smile my way

A presence lovelier than any

Love eyes

You know from your own birth

Those gifts

From God that fill the earth.

She suddenly laughs and tenderly asks

“Did you love the wave I sent your way

My present to you on this wonderful day

As your thoughts were wandering

So very far away?”

Her eyes danced with fire soft starlight too

And her voice endless chimes did excite.

Her image shimmered as morning dew

In a changing gown of pure light.

Then the ocean stilled

As the waves ceased their motion

And all on the beach

Gathered round in devotion.

WHAT?!!

I awoke with a start!

Ran down to the shore

Dove into the water

Looked around for her alter.

No longer hunting for someone fair

With delicious body and long golden hair.

But seeking the love that keeps us alive

And wanting the source of the waves and our lives.

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More poetry from Davidlind

Love’s Aging Moments

For all the different loves there are
I find this one to be by far
The one that keeps me up at night
The one that brings us most delight.

It calls to me each time to climb
The tree of passion fruit divine.
Although I sometimes fail to see
The bending grass that waits for me.

And yes I sometimes fall from grace
And land upon a softer place.
These things they seem to come and go
Like antlers on a dear old foe.

I wish our love could always find
Aphrodite and her shrine
Upon the ocean’s frothy shore
So I could dive and fall no more.


Read more. . .

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A Celebration Day/ Lovers Poetry/ Katherine Hepburn/ Phyllis Diller

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Never go to bed mad. Stay up and fight. ~Phyllis Diller, Phyllis Diller’s Housekeeping Hints, 1966

Sometimes I wonder if men and women really suit each other. Perhaps they should live next door and just visit now and then. ~Katherine Hepburn

Fireworks
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A Celebration Day

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It would be easy just to say

That this is us on any given day.

But wiser souls than I would laugh

And interrupt on your behalf.

Your bed is roses some would say

But how do flowers find their way

To piles of grass and new mown hay?

And how did I the regal power

End on the couch at this small hour?

And where’s the love that shines above?

Where is the woman I do love?

And where is something I can eat

And must I sleep with these cold feet?

Perhaps there will be time again

When I can call you my best friend.

Oh I have gone and hurt your heart

And caused this fiery sky to start.

So yes there’s  beauty on display

But this is not a celebration day!

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