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POEMS & FLEETING THOUGHTS: NIGHT
Night shuts down
The day’s life.
As mine
Comes alive
With memories
And monsters
Too real.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUTHTS: ROCKS
My pockets
Are full,
Rocks, just as Virginia’s
Predict my destiny,
But with the drought
All is dry.
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: OLD BOOKS
My old books,
Some two hundred years
Have little value
Except to me,
I wonder at their owners,
Readers long gone.
Gazing into a future
Unknown,
With my words
Hundreds of years gone
Cause the same ponder
Of a lover of books.
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE COMING STORM
As I look out the window, the darkened sky predicts the approaching storm. The remnants of the last weather event are nearly gone, but no one is sure of the power of this one. Here are my thoughts while I await.
A pregnant sky looms,
Soon the landscape
Will change.
Altered by nature’s course,
Solitude created.
POEMS AND FLEETING THOUGHTS: THE SERENE
I envy serene church goers
Never doubting, never questioning
What they’re told
Oblivious of the deeper truth
They fit into the mold.
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