Trees told stories
Well past the boundaries
Of you and me
The simple tree
That we cut down
Can teach us about
Life
And each other
Trees go on
Well past us
And continue to grow
Even when we are growing old
Trees
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Tag Archives: Poetry
March 24th
A great day to get out
My birthday is a day
To celebrate a new schools
Of voices rising up
In a dark time
So that in due time
We will have hope again
Such a coincidence
But on March 24th people rise
Up
To believe again
That we can all accomplish something
With the help is our fellow
Countrymen
A Hope for Past Future
Can the future be brighter
If the past is not reckoned
How to know where to go
If we do not understand
What we have done
My role in this nowness
Is key to the future
I have played my own role
Ambivalently
But with more passion we approach
The future
Same Old Faces
Same old faces
Spewing same old games
Even when humanity needs
Real help
The Plastic Celebrities come out to play
Hope brings some
Sort of desire
To see the standard course
Of progress
Now there are new faces rising up
Thank goodness for fresh starts
Hope begins there
And flourishes from everyday people
Just like us
I have hope
For those who act
Not those who are actors
Don’t Look Down
Don’t look down
Let go
Be bold
Favor the future
And face the truth
Today
Top of the Roll
Roll out the curtains
Fire up the engines
The moments among us
The friendships
Love and being
In the moment together
On a Wednesday
Brisk morning
Bombay Cafe
In the heart of London
Where the isles are winding
To the heart of the city
We dine
One Monet moment
At a time
Wooden counters
With airy old jazz numbers
Fumbling along
With a reserved evening
In the heart of London
London Streets
As a small fall
Of winter snow
Late in the year
A Spring
Of late arrival
Makes a day slowly
Move into the morning light
Of the London Streets
Sleepy
But there
On a Monday morning
The Streak is Over
The streak is over
The end
Happens to be
Exactly where we began
On the same path
The same journey
Eternally
Circled
Endlessly
What Awaits
What awaits the tide
When the sea falls out
What will be left
We will find now
As the water recedes
Back
Into the sea
A Cup of Songwriting 