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DANDELIONS DRAPE MY WORLD
Lonely petal in a World of grey
standing forlorn,
blowing on the brink of decay
one small white one
tinted yellow by the sun
such a strange exotic weed
you are not alone,
not the only one
for Dandelions
drape my World in dreams
the more they seep
the less they creep,
and the greyness empties
from all fields
So try to keep the World fresh,
so that little weeds may sprout
and be not the only one;
not the only white-yellow Dandelion
Dandelion,
Be a small Dandelion,
remember that with Dandelions
there is no such thing as one.
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CONTEMPLATING CLOUDS IN AUTUMN
A cloud is a most beautiful sight,
it is soft and fluffy
and mostly white.
Clouds being majestic,
having grace,
they defy gravity;
and hang in space.
A cloud;
it is most versatile,
I look at them
and I do smile.
And think how beautiful
it would be,
to plant a cloud
just like a tree;
to have it here on Earth with me,
to cherish for eternity.
Yet as I sit here
gazing skyward I do bet,
a cloud up there
would want a pet;
a pet to be one of a kind,
the cloud would choose
one of Mankind.
One day a cloud will come,
to this World of men
Doomed to Die;
to take away a friend.
I will go with it,
Cloud and I will fly.
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BLACKNESS NEEDY IN A WORLD OF WHITE
Black Blob stain
on the page of White
Black Bone words
all made to Sing,
all their lives
waiting for the moment
when the Black Ink sets me free.
Black Lace
clinging to a woman's thighs
Black silken skin
made to touch my desires
waiting for the moment
when the Black Lace is meant for me.
Black Death
streaming in the midst of Black Night
Isolation and Darkness
meant for me all my life
waiting for the moment
when the Black Angst releases me.
Black Sabbath,
all those Black Sundays;
Saturdays, Evenings,
Weekends and every Holiday.
Days and Nights waiting
for Jet Black Telephones
Black Words,
and Black Thoughts without you.
So distraught I am;
for in their contours
all I ever sought was You.
RAINDROPS THOU ART MY SOUL
Tears of Mortality
from my eyes
from the sky
each one man made.
One from Love
the other from Dust
sometimes, actually,
because of Lust.
Eye drop
then Tear drop,
or Dew drop
a Human touch,
this Raindrop
from the sky
or a lake,
perhaps one of our
many mistakes.
A Tear from above
perhaps a Tear of Love;
a Raindrop,
soft and warm, never cold.
Raindrops like Tears;
Tears are always warm
never cold,
there are only drops of
Humanity in the Rain.
SHADOW REFLECTS SHADOW
For years I have found myself
beneath the Moons Shadow
reflecting blindly on it,
or shallowly
I have gazed upon those slender beams
trying to capture them for my Queen
the results have proven quite hollow
for surface Beauty may hypnotize
and I may Hope
sometimes I will Lie
but Life is a Game
the Dazzle of Her Eyes
chasing after her is to Dance
with a Moon Beam
in Sorrow
I can never make her mine.
SEEDS NOT WEEDS
Seed Sower
Plant your Seed in me
step aside,
watch it grow
grow in strength and power
but Be not powerful Yourself
Bloom and Spread forth Shoots
fragile growth with determination
spring into ripeness,
Harvest thy Crop
and waste it not on Yourself
or any man,
Scatter the Seeds of your Nature
to Other Fields
Sow Seeds Yourself
step aside new Sower;
watch them grow
watch others Recruited to the Garden
there can never be enough helpers
for the One Gardener:
Weeds are Everywhere.