Monthly Archives: June 2014

You are not lost

You are not lost you are right where you need to be :- Doug.

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Beautiful drive

Beautiful drive to and from getting my hair cut. Blue skies, a few clouds suggesting bumpy roads in the sky, just-right cool air. Some light breezes pretty steadily, lots of green, lots of sun, lots of sharp shadows. Nice to … Continue reading

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Receiving Mode

Receiving mode Hear, take in All senses and lightly Only later: Speaking mode :- Doug.

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A person is a poem

A person is a poem through all the days of prose :- Doug.

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Children of our children’s children

Children of our children’s children We are When working for the common good :- Doug.

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Respecting

Respecting our elderhood :- Doug.

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Caring:

Caring: where my heart is. :- Doug.

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The reader

The reader much as the writer makes the poem :- Doug.

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and the kindness

The stars have not aligned but the clouds, the blue of the sky, the gentle breezes, the comfortable temperatures, and the kindness of a few good people have come together this fine day! :- Doug.

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Die in my sleep–I would never!

Die in my sleep—I would never! I want to be there, face it square on Die in a bed, family around—no! I want my privacy, I want to be standing up to it Die as my family says—no way! They … Continue reading

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What would make your death good?

What would make your death good? Quick, fighting, pain-free, with family gathered about, alone, conscious, sleeping, something else? What would your hands, legs, body, head be doing? :- Doug.

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If I had my way

If I had my way, this is what I would do to make my death the happiest, most gentle. :- Doug.

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all poetry flows

Whether from others in their writings or from exchanges rehearsed or from chance encounters all poetry flows from meeting :- Doug.

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at the tip of your

Poet your very own voice is at the tip of your pen! :- Doug.

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Make poetry of everything, & every day

Make poetry of everything, & every day Write, and write again, speak spirit Work is where inspiration shows up The people you meet, the work you are presented Need your voice, your very own voice It is for the ages … Continue reading

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self-identify

“Don’t feed the ducks” sign at the edge of the pond —illiterates self-identify :- Doug.

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Bladder says Get up

Bladder says Get up Let me sleep! After, back in bed Sphincter joins in, barking Roll to stomach, maybe this Hand falls asleep but not I Words float up of their own accord Remind me of the day’s agenda Responsibility … Continue reading

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