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Every once in a while, I need to write something other than prose. It does not always meet standard writing expectations, but it is from the soul.

Fly South

Fly south, young Woman.

Tip your wings against the Wind

Set your mind on your Journey

Hear the mighty Wind coming

Be strong and fear not:

When the Sun shineth not,

The Stars shall guide you.

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Go west, young one.

Set your face toward the setting Sun

Follow the Trail that is laid before you

Not well-worn, yea, ’tis very faint

Be strong and fear not:

Though you know not the path,

There is a Trailblazer who guides your way.

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Posted by on August 19, 2010 in Poetry

 

Rain Pain

Hear it darkly, sweetly rolling?

Gently puncturing the silence

Then the thunder, heavy tolling,

Now confusing what once made sense.

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Hear it opening, awakening?

Rumblings and thoughts within

Sudden impulses like lightning

Sudden questions make a din:

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Should I dance in the rain,

Drops falling on my face,

Dripping down my smile,

Dallying on my laughter?

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Was I really just a child

When last in Rain I did confide?

But thunder rolling, I was frightened

And I darted safe Inside.

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Has it been months, or maybe years?

The Rain is silent from Inside.

I hear nothing of the watering,

Reviving that which almost died.

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But I long to break the Silence,

Should I throw the door back wide?

Gaze once again upon the heavens,

Do I dare to tread Outside?

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Posted by on August 14, 2010 in Poetry

 

Rain.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

The soaked denim of my jeans collide with my bare feet on the concrete.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

Realizing my eyes have been on the ground too long, I tilt my head back.

Plit, plit, plit.

The raindrops smack against my glasses, refreshingly dripping down my face as I walk.

SsssssssSSSssssssssSSSSsssssu.

The breeze fingers my cheek playfully.

I look down at the tiny worms on the sidewalk struggling in vain, escaping the flood of their homes only to encounter the harsh sun and birds to come. 

Poor creatures.  To have such an existence.

I have a few minutes until I have to be at work down the street.

I smile and decide to toss my inhibitions aside.

Puddles. Plus me jumping.  Plus carefree laughter.

No one watched me–I would not have cared if someone had.

Jeans heavy, soaked half-way up the shin.  Flip flops in hand.

Thus I arrived at work. 

I love my boss.  She doesn’t care about employees getting wet.

I love rainy days.  I have found that spring rains smell different than fall rains.

 
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Posted by on April 16, 2010 in Poetry

 

Poem for a friend

One of my friends from highschool is leaving for basic training on Wednesday.  This poem is dedicated to him.

Leavin’ all that you called home  (echo throughout)

For a world you’ve barely known

Headin’ for basic at Fort Sill

Somethin’ that never feels real until:

Left Right (Left Right)

Enter time of transformation

Working through inner foundations

Though the process may seem long

We’re talking more than Army strong

Left Right  (Left Right)

Left Right (fades away)

God bless you, Maverick.

 
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Posted by on January 11, 2010 in Poetry

 

University’s Shore

Just a short poem of my thoughts.

Three days more
Til I travel again,
Embark from my shore
To a world I’ve never been.

How many hours
until the storm begins?
And do I have the powers
to stand until it ends?

Emboldened I stand
One prayer on my lips:
“God, guide my hand;
Would You steer my ship?”

 
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Posted by on August 18, 2009 in Poetry