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I close my eyes and travel to
an unknown time and place,
where time spent with each other
is a gift-not a big waste.

The people really smile and laugh
and converse with each other,
a friend , or mate, or siblings,
neighbors, workers or your mother.

They have no phone affixed to them,
and meet both eye to eye,
or stroll along the square with others
until the evenings nigh.

They take their time and do not rush
remembering life may be-
so long or short or in between or
in the now......you see.

So when I choose to go there.
I will be in utter bliss.
And the people that may follow,
them or I- you'll never miss.


Goodbye my friends and family,
it's time for me to go-
but remember if you join me,
there is no return you know.

TO ME; THEY ARE THE GREATEST ACTORS, OF OUR TIME!DENIRO, TAKES ON A ROLE, AND BECOMES THAT PERSON;WHILE, PACINO, TAKES ON A ROLE; WITHOUT REVERSIN!THEY HAVE BOTH HAD MANY UNFORGETTABLE ROLES!YOU LOOKIN AT ME?, SAID, DENIRO; WHILE PACINO SAID; I"M WALKIN HERE!WHEN THEY SPEAK; THEY ARE QUITE SINCERE!THERE WILL NEVER BE TWO GREAT ACTORS, LIKE; ROBERT AND AL!WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT NEW YORKERS; THOUGH YOU CAN NEVER FORGET; THE 911 STALKERS! YOU"LL MOST CERTAINLY; CRACK A SMILE!

The coffee shop in Prague you remember?
The one bellow street level
And that aroma of promise
We were poets that day
Our lives in front of us on an unwritten page
I rolled a cigarette
You ordered a cappuccino
I had mine black and sweet
And for a moment in that room
Full of smells of smoke, coffee and sweet breads
We paused our pain and smiled
And we were happy.

In this life
That seems like a sea
Of tangled nets
Bereft of emotions

A silent tear
Falls
From the softness
Of her heart

Without unraveling
The knot-She
Strengthens
In the tenderness
Of revealing.

Simplicity of detail
Beneath the nape of her neck.
Memories anchored in ink,
On skin,
In love, in pride-for Dad

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Just woke up this morning time to start my day
Reaching for my coffee fighting the demons away
It's the memories rolling by, the mind just seems to follow
Robbing me of the day making me feel so hollow
I don't know what to do, it's still all about you

Going through the motions wanting it to change
Yet living here without you seems all to strange
No one sees the pain, no one looks inside
The smile upon my face keeps what I hide
I wish that you were here to wipe away my fear

There's a hand reaching out through this darken life
I want to reach back but I still feel like your wife
I think it is time to fight back and take the chance
Just reach back and leave the rest to circumstance
Or I could walk away and wait another day

The years are rolling by and yet I go on
Time to face the fact I'm tired of being alone
Time to give new memories their own place
Your memories will not be erased
Time to start my day, time to push the sadness away

Black ky SILVER STARS
Aroma of wet sage
Dry whistling winds
THE silent jump of leapus paws,
PEASEFUll Desert sleep.

Inclement climes set early in today
lacking mercy at dawn's soft hour,
the lake now ruffled torn and dour,
as sad the world was hard at play,

Thus to counter my abysmal gloom
and annihilate natures harsh brooding storm,
sojourned I to my favour'd cosy room,
lit the lifeless fire, then my inglenook was warm,

Thus contented I, relaxing with the blazing air,
thought I of thee soft faced and fair,
tho' dull outside, indulged I in vision's care
whilst inclined upon my rocking chair,

There, dare but I, my eager love set free
and behind the curtained wall discover
hallowed time where fond thoughts prevail,
and life's emotional knot ne'er be severed;

Long years ago, I with joy remember,
when I met a man in his late December,
tho' his gait was slow,yet eyes shone bright
that conveyed an air of sheer delight,
defied the later chapter of his age,
intuitive his heart burnt bright ablaze,
I then, to this world quite new,
he by age, a sprightly ninety two,
with thoughtful prose, he in wisdom talked
whilst we awhile together walked,
Said he,"Listen well to this vast world,
then, the music of its spheres Heaven unfurl,
treat this planet and all therein that dwell
with honour, a magic cadence, then reveals its spell,
stay ever close to nature's abundant spirit,
for the jewels of live revolve within it,
respect your fellow beings unique individuality,
'tis the building blocks of Man's integrity,
relish shared toils, it's labour you'll find
will benefit the brotherhood of mankind,
culture honest, no false idols there implant,
well being of the mind, forever sacrosanct",
So know ye well,
the web of life, has not been woven by mankind,
we are but a single thread within you'll find,
what error we do to this fragile structure
is self-destructing and by tatters will rupture,
we're part of a garment, knitted tightly together,
united bound, the storms of life to weather.

A Week at Clare College

A gentle softness of time settles on silent walls
While youth and future greatness scurries on inside your halls,
Marking a languid link with “then” and “now”
As scratchy ink from pen and thought from furrowed brow
Did prove its point and genius flowed from long-dead minds
Now move from joint liaison with “virtual” strangers’ finds.

With creaking floorboards on the curving stair
Rise up to view the greenness of your Quad out there -
Through mullioned glass you view the life walk by
A scullion ‘d pass; a few to knife and fork to buy
A meal in the café where Dons and staff and students all
Find time together, fat to chew, and ponder on the next May Ball.

The peaceful Backs from office window rear
Look over Cam and Fellows’ Garden near.
The gritted paths for centuries of shoes and wheels
Lay knitted garths around the grounds of yews and steals
Time out from study hard to offer rest and calmness from
The melee of the working day and relentless intercom.

One evening after work I strayed toward the town
At dusk; a lonely soul across the Quad , in brown
Raincoat; looked back at Chapel windows, soft-focused lit
And heard the practised evensong – and it
Was if I’d travelled back in time! To where the street
And modern city grime and Clare, were destined soon to meet.

I’ve left your hallowed halls and lofty rooms I’m sad to say ~
Some others stay behind to finish what they
Came to do and some are there for ever – well, you know
As long as our short life allows, and never want to go.
But Clare will stay and watch the changes over time
Protecting all her charges and her history, sublime.

Life's precious hours, its fleeting foot denounce,
like as flowing rivers run, touched but only once,
leaves us wondering, those haste filled days of yore,
when in soft repose, bloomed Springtimes scented store,
perchance, could fate again ignite those moments rare,
or we with sullen impotence, at futures dark regions stare,
thus we dream, whence earth its flowered fragrance sprung
and languish long, when we, our love songs sung;
Alas! The pen alone dare challenge with poetic guise,
to chronicle time's passage, scribe what's considered wise;
Ah! wisdom, 'tis not self conceits that we in abundance find,
more oft, in quietude and peaceful realms of mind,
a kaleidoscope of tranquility within one's being found,
when, stand we firm, on Autumn's leaf coloured ground,
new salad days, no differing from that of Spring,
as thoughts of love, like matin bells softly ring,
author of our days relate with profanities charged quill,
to find this doyen heart lives in Springtime still.