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 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
Along the Seine
 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
That curving space
between her *******,
a perfect place
for my chin to rest
as I dreamt a scene
along the Seine
of the perfect *******
of my sweet Pauline.

r ~ 6/20/14
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   |      afternoon daydreamin'
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 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
Spring grapes die on withered vine
Wine of wrath flows bitter red
Isis' son seeks Babylon
Avenge by death the deed of Set

Along Euphrates course they fled
From march of madmen to the throne
And wine of wrath flows bitter red
Eagles flock to hawk by drone

Hung within a garden high
Black masks the march of death
Give new life to Levant's lie
And wine of wrath flows bitter red.

r~ 6/17/14
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   |     ISIS march to Baghdad.
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 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
Guard's boots echo on stone floor
Crash of ocean pounding rocks
Roar of wind across the waves
Lost gull cries against the storm
Clang of iron door slamming shut
Key rattled lock clunking tight
Stifled whimper, slap of skin on skin
Maddening laugh follows screams
Psalms 23-4 whispered over and over
Sounds of hell slide through my bars
like wisps of black smoke in the night.

r ~ 6/15/14
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 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
Nature Mocks Me
 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
Lazy me.

Still in last night's Rust Never Sleeps T and boxers. Unshaven. Hair pointed in cardinal directions while blue sky frowns down upon me for smokin' up its air.

Mockingbirds playing the guess me game again. Bluebird splashes in the bath giving me a subtle hint.
Mr. Cardinal and Blue Grosbeak
compliment each other on their choice
of colors.

Yellow and Orange daylilies compete
in their own beauty pageant while hibiscus shares her flowers with bees.

Humminbird humming a happy song.

My sweet mutt Daisy is embarrassed to be sitting out here beside me.

Time to go in and let nature bask again.

r ~ 6/15/14
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   |     Lazy day.
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 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
In the mirror
 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
I had a father,
he was a kind man.
I'm not the kind of man
he was.

I try hard,
sometimes I fail.
I still look for him
in the mirror.

He fought two wars;
didn't make him strong.
He did that on his own;
he fought his own wars.

Looking back
now that he's gone,
I have to stop and wonder
what was in the water.

My old man
was the kind of man
that someday I hope to see
in the mirror.

r ~ 6/14/14
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   |   My old man.  Happy Father's Day.
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 Jun 2014 ponny jo
r
Trying to think of something wise
to pass along to you, my son
on this  most important day
Remembering things my father said to me
that you've been practicing for years
Reflecting on those things
that I have learned from you
Those things that you have taught me
Those things that make you you
Those things you do that make me proud

You have taught me how to love unconditionally
How to be a father
How to be a better me
How to be a man to make you proud
So, son, just keep on doing
what you have been so good at doing
Be you as you take this next big step along your journey.
Congratulations to my awesome Son, Noah, on this his High School graduation day.  Eighteen years he's been teaching me how to be a Dad
In his breathy love's eyes
The winds are wandering,
Their legs have sauntered
In a loose fit journey away
From the warmth of arms'
Embrace, under the stars,
A heart of days splendour,
Has waned into a wincing
Chain, propped and long,
Where even the dark sees,
They sooth incandescently
Blind.  How can love grow
In a vow hermetically cold
When all outsides' beams
Are breaking like the sun?
She is still with me,
I hold her each dying day—
Creases on photos.
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