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Unheard value

Being swayed by the ocean of thoughts she knew, She missed the sorrow pulling through. Imperfect, yes — but still she seemed The quiet shape of a weathered dream. Amid a world of endless noise, She moved with grace, without a voice. Wrestling with emotions, torn, She gazed ahead, unsure, forlorn. She reached toward what felt like best, And overlooked life’s quiet rest. The little joys she once held dear Had faded slow, then disappeared. Then, gently, time began to still. She stood — not broken, but with will. And in that hush, beyond the din, A warm light stirred — and whispered: Begin.

Delve Into Lexicon (Ode Poem)

How I love to praise
divine scenes at first light
fantastic feelings flow
one should be overjoyed
and cling to emotion
for such durable periods
as they present themselves
or maybe seek a similar
mood to enthuse oneself
let that latent poet inside 
express  gold tip verses
delve into lexicons that
inspire poetic devices
praising to the fullest
those themes awakening
rivers of hearty enthusiasm
they could be sunsets
sunrises, fountains, rainbows,
noonday vistas,  evening fare,
in city, town or countryside

The Working Class

They rise before the sun, unseen The silent army clothed in steam. Steel-toed shoes on concrete floors, Lunch in bags, behind locked doors. They clean the streets we walk each day, Repair the lines that give us play, Stack the shelves, and lift the loads, Patch the potholes in our roads. The waitress dreams on aching feet, Balancing grace and ends that meet. The driver hums through morning rain, His tires weaving through his strain. The janitor, with greying hair, Sweeps secrets no one knows are there. He hums a hymn inside his head And mops the halls where silence bled. The highs? A warm

My friend once sighed

My friend once sighed
That he watches planes fly by
And wonders where they’re going.

The world’s tempo beats on.
I, too, prefer to stop along
The way and watch a small thing.

I congratulate the weed
That grew from a wayside seed
And survives in the sidewalk’s crack.

I notice when raindrops descend
That the roads shine iridescent
Then dry again to a flat black.

My spirit cannot be bridled

My spirit cannot be bridled
  For it is as wild as fire -
As innocent as a child
  And in secrecy, has desires.

My body cannot contain it -
  No, because of how strong I am -
All that my spirit resonates
  Could fill an entire room.

I may die and not be missed;
  Lest people forget with one accord
That I left behind good remnants -
  I will come and haunt that void.

The Elusive Lady

The Moon became quietly jealous
  One night when I surveyed Venus.
The usual glory reserved for her
  Went to the dancer with Perseus.

At first, she passed for a star
  Sparkling high above a church roof
But as she moved down further -
  Her ample speed gave proof.

Outgoing clouds didn't shroud
  The evening sky of cerulean blue.
Enchanted, I stayed around
  To observe her quick rendezvous.

Bless each palo verde bloom –

Bless each palo verde bloom –
  Those cuplets kissed by the sun
My vision wants to consume
  That thus have raptured my love.

See how they speckle the tree
  With a burst of yellow bright
And upon the branches flit
  By the wind that blows nigh –

Leading me not to consider
  The force behind nor why
But to admire how they arch
  In reverence to the sky.

Star of Wonder

Star of wonder, star of power
Bluest of steel blue
It shines at the midnight hour.
More wondrous than Regulus
Its eight points burst forth
Beautiful and careless.
Calling moths to flight
The bowsprit lantern burns
Inspiring them to a new height.
It wades through the black sea.
Turn your face this way –
Shine on me, shine on me.

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