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JOYING CHEER ECSTASY
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BEES AMBULATE THROUGH AMBER

Bees randomly ambulate
through the blooms' amber
gates

GEYSER FALLS

The several waterfall
geysers
arise out of
flat grey stone
.. and transport
some who view them
in Spirit
to
Yellowstone

(sparked by the
geyser waterfalls
in River Park,
Cuyahoga Falls)

SUNSHINE

Sum's laugh
becomes
the new life
in each leaf

GRIEVING WINTER

The happy croci
of spring
are to winter
as unconscious visitors
of cheer
are to a funeral
griever

ALLELUIA

You are the ring
of the hands of caring
You are the sing
of the bright sun rising
You are the king
of all hearts waking
You are the wing
of songs most flowing
You are the lia
of Alleluia

LOOKING UP

A joyful chorus
of a birdflock
caused us up
to look

and we saw at the
very top
of a very tall
fir tree
clusters of pine cones
.. like a genius
ready to give his
mind's gifts to all

WHEN I'M SAD

When I'm sad...

some walk..or run
or listen
to music..
or talk to someone
.. or write out feelings..
or go to a 123 step meeting
or meditate.. do a new yoga
exercise..

LAUGHTER

God's daughters
did not want laughter
to rhyme
with slaughter..
since from God
comes laughter
and from butchers
comes slaughter.

(to A Slaughter of
Princeton.. may she
no longer promote
war)

CALL TO PRAYER

God passes
light through
the brushes of
Michelangelo
God passes
Word made Flesh
through the pens
of Maya Angelou
God passes
the Sound
of the Call
to Prayer
from minarets
and synagogues
and temples
and the bells
of the Angelus..
for by all names
called respond
the angels

NOT A THRONE OF THORNS

Your home
is not a throne
of thorns..
you were made for
joy

FLOCK TO FRUIT

A flock of blackbirds
came to a peachtree
.. each orange orb
mated to a different
bird
as each soul
to a different
angel guardian.

BELLS OF COCKLESHELLS

In the bells of
cockleshells
Wind
silently rings

(Goethe:
Architecture is
frozen music)

CAVES OF JOY

only time determines when
we enter our own
inner and infinite
caves of joy

CLOTHESLINE EXCLAMATIONS

On a March clothesline
.. transparent icicles in a row
in the bright sun
they drip and glow

Marks of exclamation !!!!!!!!!!

.. crystalline exclamation points of joy
.. each exulting in the light

.. .. at the end of each melting dagger
a watery globe..

they say.. this silent xylophone
with their quiet exclamations
Spring is coming
they say without explanation

(to kind L Umana)

CLOTHESLINE JOY VERSION TWO

a row of icicle daggers
melt
and turn to nursing
watergivers
drops slide down
the obelisks and
in the sun they become
bubbling christmas lights

the xylophone of crystal
is disappearing

they are a row
of exclamation points of joy

KEEBA SMITH

Keeba
when you smile
the 2 corners
of your mouth
lift the shades
and light from your
soul
pours through your eyes

Alleluia is
to Lia A.. countless are the hours she has spent helping other beings

1 of them to Ernest Bevans http://www.postpoems.com/members/masapoet Writer has only read 4 of his poems so far.. Because She Turned Her Back On The Sea is a masterpiece in my humble opinion

Writer has only read 4 of his poems so far.. Because She Turned Her Back On The Sea is a masterpiece in my humble opinion

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Alleluia

You are the ring
of the hands of caring
You are the sing
of the bright sun rising
You are the king
of all hearts waking
You are the wing
of songs most flowing
You are the lia
of Alleluia

LOOKING UP

A joyful chorus
of a birdflock
caused us up
to look

and we saw at the
very top
of a very tall
fir tree
clusters of pine cones
.. like a genius
ready to give his
mind's gifts to all

WHEN I'M SAD

When I'm sad...

some walk..or run
or listen
to music..
or talk to someone
.. or write out feelings..
or go to a 123 step meeting
or meditate.. do a new yoga
exercise..

LAUGHTER

God's daughters
did not want laughter
to rhyme
with slaughter..
since from God
comes laughter
and from butchers
comes slaughter.

(to A Slaughter of
Princeton.. may she
no longer promote
war)

CALL TO PRAYER

God passes
light through
the brushes of
Michelangelo
God passes
Word made Flesh
through the pens
of Maya Angelou
God passes
the Sound
of the Call
to Prayer
from minarets
and synagogues
and temples
and the bells
of the Angelus..
for by all names
called respond
the angels

NOT A THRONE OF THORNS

Your home
is not a throne
of thorns..
you were made for
joy

FLOCK TO FRUIT

A flock of blackbirds
came to a peachtree
.. each orange orb
mated to a different
bird
as each soul
to a different
angel guardian.