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trees and daffodils,
covered
poet’s heaven, not,
poet’s hell, yes.

will i earn myself a peek
if i describe it?

not

how about
if/when revisiting hell
the knowing of heaven
makes all
survivable
not knowing
poet’s hell

i like to believe it is the meeting
of very old poet friends
and then what says she

you’ll never see clearly
the other side
but you can get close
and you can come back
more aware

who knows what i’m reaching for
i see a big full moon in the sky
a reflection of my globe
lamp that looks more like a pumpkin

de Buddha asks me for whom do i write
tonight
for myself
and i’ll print
for my Finder tomorrow

we’ll have a good laugh
and brotherhood
from sea to shining s.

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how then
shall we proceed
or not at all
all adding up
mistakes
miss steps

missing adulation
not missing
one way praise
other way boring
both better off
forking the path

survival
or monkey shines
i know not which
only know rivers flow
we’re caught in snags
of our own making

“I” the rock
tumbles to pebbles
down the stream
down the river
becoming gems
of oceans’ sands

did she kiss his hand
did he wash her feet
do they live in Never Land
where south flows north
where north flows south
and equators equalize

not to fret little dew drops
so far from river flowing
first rays of sun
will show us the gem
we are to become
at story’s end.

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the pain of a student
is the pain of the teacher
symbolized by robes, hats
with tassels
all together
they shift from right to left
graduation
of student and teacher.

is this true for the guru?
i do not know but i wonder
having only met a few
and never one who called
him/herself a guru.

there once was a piano man
who fell onto one knee laughing
Gethsemane postured
responding to his hosts
aristocracy.

i am still in hell
with some saving grace
a little bit-o-gold
in years declining.

nor how much do i know
how far we have advanced
from predator and prey

slaughtered blood is our own
in human species feeling

so diverse non human species
each with the drive for survival
seys who humans are also diverse?

cause it’s easier to see some other as other
and non related?

pain, pain, pain, pain
or, say,
fear of pain
we’ve all been here before
with mirrors of reflection
let go of the guilt
and feel the shame
creating one less step
out of this hell
humanly created.

“Shake hands with all of your neighbors,
and kiss your sister Kate,
you’re as welcome back as the flowers of May,”
dear ya all, ya everyone.

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against the odd ball priest
that wanted to hold his against her
she thwarts with pity

against thoughtless friend
who gave an escape-artist-dog
to him who’s 12 yr. dog-friend
was killed by a car
escaping

against his cry “don’t-touch-me”
she wades thru his “bag-of-shit-life”
cause we’re all walking wounded
and she loves

against dream robbers he remembers
to pray to powers-that-be to
protect him from the baddies
who exhausts

they would show the way home
if they could…
.

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eureka how dee do
i play confused
he play “I gotcha!”
leaving and lefting
see i amused?

howdy doo dee
are U yet amused
or yet not aware
there happened
a leaving reversal?

hear me tellin doc
“I’m confused.”
confused? does that mean
you don’t know who or where you are?
simply saying no
brought the most amazing clarity
between me and my doc.

of course we leaf
afire with consume
yellow green orange brown
walking wounded
are the most forgiving.

no turn no return
in the book of love it is written
“A heart once touched
remembers.”

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i want to sing you a love song
though the thought will have todo

there were those divorces
as many children ran away
parents never knowing
how painful their reality

they sent back a song
“and know we love you”

hippies now dead
greatful dead now dead
ain’t enough honey for those honey bears

got a thorn in your day?
a giggle in your laugh?

today’s my personal freak flag day
to my carnate and incarnate loves

who is it that ran around the mulberry bush
all on a summer’s day?