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POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE REWARDS OF ART

Time smooths the wrinkles

Of the artist’s life,

Smooth’s away the doubt

Depression and fear

Molding his art,

In life, the artist presses on,

For something is calling to him,

Not knowing the fate of his work,

Not knowing if the future will be kind,

Or dissolve him into nothing.

November 12, 2016 at 8:24 pm Leave a comment

POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: NIGHT

Night shuts down

The day’s life.

As mine

Comes alive

With memories

And monsters

Too real.

 

June 18, 2016 at 7:45 pm 1 comment

POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: IMMORTALITY

I am a transient form of life

This my body knows,

Yet my mind seeks immortality

Never ceasing to exist,

For the world would surely

Cease to exist

Without my presence,

And my world

Would cease to exist

Without my infinite hope.

 

June 13, 2016 at 10:19 pm 1 comment

POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: AS DARKNESS RUSHES IN

As darkness rushes in

Thoughts are revealed,

Born of solitude life,

Thoughts better born

To exist

In the dark.

April 26, 2016 at 8:40 pm Leave a comment

POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: REMEMBERING MY NIECE, LISA

Written 11/23/15

Lisa Eckert, died when 25.

Today would have been 41.

She is remembered.

 

Lisa

There is a love beyond description,

Beyond the commonplace,

The love of a child

Fractured by fate,

Innocent of understanding

In a world

Where that may be a gift,

Surrounded love,

Existing in love,

Until love took her home.

 

 

April 18, 2016 at 7:28 pm 5 comments

POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: WINDOWS’ VIEW, PAST AND PRESENT

 

I was born and raised in Newark, New Jersey, a city not known for its beauty or soft heart.  Not my choice, but it helped to form what I am.  These words are meant to describe the difference between my life then and now. 

After all these years I still ponder my life in Newark, and appreciate the emotions and experiences the city provided.

 

As I sit, advanced in age

Looking out back from my home

I see a multitude of trees

Denying the presence of neighbors,

 

I recall the home of my youth

And the views I saw then,

Beer factories

And the back windows

Filled with clothes lines

And hard-packed ground,

Beyond the bordering fence of wood,

More of the same.

 

I now pray

Not to take for granted

This present life,

And not to forget

The past.

April 6, 2016 at 5:14 pm 1 comment

POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: TERRORISM

Brussels

Innocent they gather

For the usual experience,

 

While those deprived

Of a future

Plot their destruction,

 

Lives torn apart,

Bodies torn apart

On both sides

Of the equation,

 

Where is the meaning

The hope

When hate overcomes

The value of life?

March 22, 2016 at 9:48 pm 1 comment

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