A SOARING SOUL, a poem

 

Well-written novels

With classic plots

Comfort my mind

 

Well-written films

With gripping plots

Are so pleasurable

 

Well-written poetry

With singing lines

Makes my soul soar

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ENTHRALLED, a poem

 

If perfection be a thought

Then I’ll think of thee as such

I’ll raise you to a Goddess

I’ll drop myself to dust

The sun shall be your subject

The moon shall be your throne

Your heaven shall exist

Within my mind

May it ever be your home

(Note: I wrote this poem 68 years ago when I was 19.

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TOGETHER, a poem

 

 

Songs we sang together

spin through my mind,

lingering memories

of those happy times

With you

 

Walking all alone

to our park now

rouses a hunger

for those happy times

With you

 

Our breakfast table

began the feast

in my daily life

of those happy times

With you

 

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INTO the RAGBAG, a poem

 

For thousands of mornings

over the past 40 years

my blue and gray jacket

has shielded me against

the first chill of each day

 

Part of an ensemble,

somehow along the way

the pants were discarded

The jacket stayed with me

worn into my old age

 

Warming my upper body

after I arose from bed

through the many many years

Finally, ashes for me

a ragbag for my jacket

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A JACKET'S JOURNEY, a poem

 

Together for four decades,

our destinies are coupled

When his aging soul departs

will I be torn into rags

before being discarded

 

Born in a sweat shop,

mostly blue and gray,

a woman who loved him

presented me to him

He named me ‘my jacket’

 

Every cool morning,

he always put me on,

relishing my warmth

Oh, how he treasures me

He named me ‘my jacket’

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SURPRISE, a poem

 

The audience expects

a certain bloody end

as massive Goliath

prepares to crush the life

out of trembling David

 

Suddenly, the puny guy

propells a very sharp stone

into the giant’s forehead,

a happy outcome for some,

disappointing for others

 

History shows us

despite major odds

the seemingly weak

can sometimes triumph

over the mighty

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OUT of AFGHANISTAN, a poem

 

The frightening turmoil

sails across my cable screen

An accident of birth

saved me from being

in that anxious horde

 

I muse on such thoughts

while they struggle to flee

from the zealous Taliban

with their beards, weapons

and punishing whips

 

The crucible of our culture

will test those who fled

from that perilous country

to a nation where women

can pursue their dreams

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