Natural Design

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a song of cradled canyons
a forest of redwood
crows sing their chorus
the sight of natural designs
nymphs and gnomes abound
the weeping filled earth
only tears to be found
fountains of fog at night
ignite the glistened moon
distant silhouette mountains
to take an ancient stance
pursuits of dreams so real
ghouls awake in sparkled pools
in their souls muttered secrets
we shiver dipping gently
and awake in a natural design

Another Plan

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try another plan
the whispered words
talking love notes
a fine wine
a donation taken
cease the only moment
to lose another soul
a star reached
words coughed up
burning all time
a passing life
fantasy ride taken
sink or swim
crash or burn
a smile that hurts
an overhead watched
the wonders of the world
to try another plan

Worms


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pouring cold water
something that grows
new leaves backwards
pretty outside – in
the dying parts
from forms fired
readjusting prescriptions
struggling to organize
against bones bent
threw holes and ties
seeing unknown things
lovely things overheard
overseen photos
the center of a flower
muddying things
with worms that crawl

Rock Garden – Song By: Ronnie Gibson

a rough edge proved by evidence
men tell tales of way back when
closed up tight and then opened
the newborn baby counts to ten
zippers unzipped and divers dive
the dead proclaim they are alive
shallow water becomes deep
and where poets never sleep

leaves turn over and wait their turn
light a match watching leaves burn
days laid out, earthquakes charted
on the Richter scale, fountains watered
tales bookmarked, seedlings arranged
the mocking bird flies on Friday
written free speech with a silky hand
flowers don’t grow in the rock garden

stories filled with repeated words
flying fish and swimming birds
ink is running from the pen
throwing stones from the rock garden

in a fenced yard you are not free
somewhere to go, someone to see
loose bags and beans, filled coffee glass
unmarked page, nowhere to pass
dot to dot, words paint numbers
a back packer in deep slumber
forgotten snowman melting in the sun
nothing but rock in the rock garden

stories filled with repeated words
flying fish and swimming birds
written free speech with a silky hand
flowers don’t grow in the rock garden

Night

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on the edge of a nightmare
chills run threw bone
into the frozen night
only the lonely walk
wind howls heavy
pieces scattered about
ones that show sorrow
scream with hollow chords
nighttime creatures crawl
only one light is lit
no shadow is cast
in the cold and damp
breath shows from red lips
dreaming the awful dream
while one takes flight
into the dark dark night