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Shimmering Sea
I watch it all around me
this deep shimmering sea
how these waves roll
with a silent wisdom to extol
Out to where ocean meets sky
a thousand sparkling diamonds try
to make their singular point
make this moment then anoint
When ancient mariners learned
as a silent sun burned
high above the waves
leading to forgotten enclaves
Islands dotting the blue map
as I seek to fill in the gap
between here and now
between sword and plow
Learning a little from each
as I again strive to reach ...
this deep shimmering sea
how these waves roll
with a silent wisdom to extol
Out to where ocean meets sky
a thousand sparkling diamonds try
to make their singular point
make this moment then anoint
When ancient mariners learned
as a silent sun burned
high above the waves
leading to forgotten enclaves
Islands dotting the blue map
as I seek to fill in the gap
between here and now
between sword and plow
Learning a little from each
as I again strive to reach ...
#confessional
#sea
#travel
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
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Maltese Breeze
The cool salty sea air
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
has a certain flair
a certain je ne sais quoi
any time of day
For defiance is all around
this bold intrepid ground
where knights and emperors
did once roam
Battles fought then won
beneath the bright sun
beneath the Maltese Cross
where courage still remains
A crossroad for the world
with each flag unfurled
within the broad harbor
astern on each rigged ship
While I sit in this sidewalk cafe
at the end of a splendid day
sad to...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#culture
#tradition
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Poems in the Ice
Written over a thousand years
briny as a lifetime of tears
I read these poems in the ice
rhymes of loss and sacrifice
Sculpted by wind, snow and rain
each is an elegy to death and pain
a reminder of life and its fragility
penned with such a deft agility
For the ice is slow to melt
to ever share any feeling felt
instead keeping it all inside
whether from fear or just pride
So, I recite every single line
no matter how coarse or fine
giving each its own voice
in a lifetime of consequential choice
...
briny as a lifetime of tears
I read these poems in the ice
rhymes of loss and sacrifice
Sculpted by wind, snow and rain
each is an elegy to death and pain
a reminder of life and its fragility
penned with such a deft agility
For the ice is slow to melt
to ever share any feeling felt
instead keeping it all inside
whether from fear or just pride
So, I recite every single line
no matter how coarse or fine
giving each its own voice
in a lifetime of consequential choice
...
#confessional
#sea
#snow
#travel
#WritingPoetry
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Cafe Americano
They are the only two words
I ever need to know
wherever I may go
to bring me back home
Piping hot in my cup
to caffeinate me up
with just a splash
of cold fresh cream
The stronger the better
to help me awake
with each sip I take
feel the rush arrive
Even half way round
the world
the magic is unfurled
in its coffee brown hue
A little taste of home
to help me as I roam
for when my cup is done
a new day has just begun
I ever need to know
wherever I may go
to bring me back home
Piping hot in my cup
to caffeinate me up
with just a splash
of cold fresh cream
The stronger the better
to help me awake
with each sip I take
feel the rush arrive
Even half way round
the world
the magic is unfurled
in its coffee brown hue
A little taste of home
to help me as I roam
for when my cup is done
a new day has just begun
#coffee
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Tundric
I walk along the frozen moss
as I once again cross
the open mossy meadow
beneath a midnight sun’s shadow
With so many miles to go
tracking the slow ice floe
as I make my way south
toward the fjord’s mouth
For much I have learned
every scar properly earned
in a life lived to its full
despite each push and pull
Healing this new slice
from unsympathetic ice
leaving an unmistakable trace
a souvenir from this arctic place
as I once again cross
the open mossy meadow
beneath a midnight sun’s shadow
With so many miles to go
tracking the slow ice floe
as I make my way south
toward the fjord’s mouth
For much I have learned
every scar properly earned
in a life lived to its full
despite each push and pull
Healing this new slice
from unsympathetic ice
leaving an unmistakable trace
a souvenir from this arctic place
#animals
#birds
#confessional
#nature
#travel
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Arctic Grey
What is there left to say
with so many things to see
wrapped up in this arctic grey
a deeper gift for free
About the ambiguity of life
to always make its point
this keen acuity of strife
a sacred oil to then anoint
All deeds done and undone
say so much about me
all beneath the midnight sun
where I may let it all be
Leaving sorrow in the past
where it truly belongs
to make memories that last
lyrics for far happier songs
While I continue on pack ice
follow along in their flow
never...
with so many things to see
wrapped up in this arctic grey
a deeper gift for free
About the ambiguity of life
to always make its point
this keen acuity of strife
a sacred oil to then anoint
All deeds done and undone
say so much about me
all beneath the midnight sun
where I may let it all be
Leaving sorrow in the past
where it truly belongs
to make memories that last
lyrics for far happier songs
While I continue on pack ice
follow along in their flow
never...
#clouds
#confessional
#sea
#snow
#travel
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The Wee Hours
They are the time of night
when I love to write
when the world is still
allowing time for the poem
As I let my mind roam
from wherever I may be
adrift on the crystalline sea
of poetic dreams
Where life is not what it seems
but is merely as it is
the champagne with its fizz
pregnant with all its possibility
when I love to write
when the world is still
allowing time for the poem
As I let my mind roam
from wherever I may be
adrift on the crystalline sea
of poetic dreams
Where life is not what it seems
but is merely as it is
the champagne with its fizz
pregnant with all its possibility
#night
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Bastion
Mighty walls protecting hallowed halls
command a view of all below
the high rise and fall
of the truest daily tides
So many ships with flags
as each one now brags
about the brave battles won
the places faraway seen
While a blue bejeweled sea
whispers soft to me
about the days to come
the lands that do await
Tales of blazing adventure
no one can ever censor
this spirit of the quest
haunts these very streets
Yet still a place to spill
a most completive ink
allowing me to again...
command a view of all below
the high rise and fall
of the truest daily tides
So many ships with flags
as each one now brags
about the brave battles won
the places faraway seen
While a blue bejeweled sea
whispers soft to me
about the days to come
the lands that do await
Tales of blazing adventure
no one can ever censor
this spirit of the quest
haunts these very streets
Yet still a place to spill
a most completive ink
allowing me to again...
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#travel
#tradition
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San Francisco
My sweet city by the bay
does things in its own way
bathed in a cool chill
in lightly salted air
For each long broad street
is always ready to meet
the promise of this morning
the hope of each new day
While the clanks and bells
of the cable car tells
many sorted stories
many forgotten tales
I come here now to lose
my uptight East Coast self ...
does things in its own way
bathed in a cool chill
in lightly salted air
For each long broad street
is always ready to meet
the promise of this morning
the hope of each new day
While the clanks and bells
of the cable car tells
many sorted stories
many forgotten tales
I come here now to lose
my uptight East Coast self ...
#city
#sea
#confessional
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Distant Winds
I love how these distant winds
seem to always wind
seem to always find
these still sagging sails
Their calls from far away
echoing as if to now say
strike out beyond the reef
break beyond these breakers
Set a bold new course ahead
beyond any mere books I have read
seem to always wind
seem to always find
these still sagging sails
Their calls from far away
echoing as if to now say
strike out beyond the reef
break beyond these breakers
Set a bold new course ahead
beyond any mere books I have read
#identity
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
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Delphonic
"Know thyself" ~ Inscription on the temple
at Delphi
Soon I will meet on high
the lone Oracle at Delphi
hear her Siren song
while carrying all I belong
All that I pursue
in a life reborn again anew
as I burn this fresh incense
embrace my future tense
Take away all that I may glean
from seeing a blindness so pristine
at Delphi
Soon I will meet on high
the lone Oracle at Delphi
hear her Siren song
while carrying all I belong
All that I pursue
in a life reborn again anew
as I burn this fresh incense
embrace my future tense
Take away all that I may glean
from seeing a blindness so pristine
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#travel
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Dawn Treader
I want to cross barefoot on the lawn
feel the cool dew at dawn
know every single yesterday
is a million miles away
Boldly carpe diem the day
say these words I long to say
set myself finally free
in an endless flow of poetry
With only tomorrows left ahead
those brilliant dawns left to tread
feel the cool dew at dawn
know every single yesterday
is a million miles away
Boldly carpe diem the day
say these words I long to say
set myself finally free
in an endless flow of poetry
With only tomorrows left ahead
those brilliant dawns left to tread
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#dawn
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