Category Archives: Poetry

Special song

No matter the age we make special song for the generations :- Doug.

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Your art nourishes

If you express your art because it must out or from love for the generations it yet nourishes :- Doug.

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Diminishes frees lays

Every death diminishes me perhaps frees me and others lays on me responsibility :- Doug.

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Before they died

People die and the world changes and probably changed before they did :- Doug.

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Responsible to community

Responsible to community an elder is and we are all elders :- Doug.

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All these years?

What have I been doing all these years? What or who out that window will tell me? :- Doug.

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To whom pass it on?

What have you learned to whom pass it on? :- Doug.

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Dying in time to live

Almost die In age we can See what does not matter We’re not facing our death Better dying in time to live :- Doug.

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Poet, serve grandchildren

Become a poet: serve the grandchildren. :- Doug.

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Only this way

Pray for her Sit with him Grandchild You will only Meet this way :- Doug.

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Guts to be you

Explore the guts to be you— before it’s too late for them :- Doug.

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Death is not a risk

Death is not a risk It happens to us all :- Doug.

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We the unexpected

Unexpected Health, freedom Energy, adventure Grandchildren, years We the unexpected :- Doug.

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Compost grows

By years the heap of compost grows time to turn it over get it working :- Doug.

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Years gains giving

In years noticing our profound gains choosing profound giving :- Doug.

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Next door touching

We are part of a transcendent story whose line runs through the 300-year grandchild next door touching us :- Doug.

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Why more human?

Why do I want to help people be more human? :- Doug.

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