power…poetry…prose…peace…love listens & rises again
It’s going to be ok…
breathe out
beaches strewn with broken glass…
breathe in mists
of starfish skies…
yet delight in Life
as she passes by…
how she changes,
how she chases
footprints
on a barefoot beach…
follow her….one foot
in front of
the other…
breathe in..
breathe out…
It’s going to be ok…
breathe out
beaches strewn with broken glass…
breathe in mists
of starfish skies…
yet delight in Life
as she passes by…
how she changes,
how she chases
footprints
on a barefoot beach…
follow her….one foot
in front of
the other…
breathe in..
breathe out…
let’s listen to each glistening word… “please put away the war drums … please gather smiles like seashells…”
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after tick tocking around the sun
for 50 + years
i recognize that it is time for me
to call everyone “sweetie”
to dance to elevator music
in grocery stores
and when I can’t remember
the jokes we told when I was a kid,
I think I’ll just be one:)
(If you have a father who’s new address is in heaven and would like this poem to honor him please add his name in the comment box )
………… You Are A Poem
how can a million words
a million lyrics
a million melodies
ever compete
with
the rhythms
of how your life still affects me
sometimes we meet
in rainbows where
the cadence
of your steps
etched
memories into
my heart
for always,
for keeps,
Dad, your name
is poetry to
me…
for Robert Andrew Bucher Sr.
Joseph W. Drew Sr.
She is afraid North Korean leaders can read her thoughts. She wants to run from bulgy gumdrop eyes, fickle lips…their careless lies. Trapped she runs through hallways fast to China.
Finally safe!
She is sold…for hugs…for kisses. She is a soul unclothed…naked in ‘all ways.
heaven’s wings follow our human race… with cheers …and hugs … on picnic blankets
HAPPY FATHER’S DAY to all the single mom’s out there doing double duty every day
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