*
ANGEL FEATHERS
*
When angels see someone
risk his own safety to
speak the words of truth
and peace
they give of their own
feathers to wing his words.
And God then multiplies
their wings.
*
ANGELS FIRED HIM
*
Because he could have
had a heart attack
from overwork
angels did not
intercede when
he was fired..
and the resulting
free time
his soul did
enfire
*
ERICA'S VOICE
*
A poetry reading..
words minted
from music
flow through
her throat
and sprinkle
everywhere
(to Erica Jong
whose voice
has power and
beauty)
*
CHIPPER HARVESTER TRASH TRUCK
*
Out with the green sheaves
in the harvester
comes the scarlet blood
of innocent groundhogs
and redwinged blackbirds
.. Out with the green leaves
of utility company chippers
comes the crimson blood
of innocent squirrels
and robins
*
ANGELS' BLUEPRINTS
*
Angels leave
solution blueprints
.. thoughts the trace
of invisible wingprints
*
DISARMING FEARLESSNESS
*
They walked into a room
in which there were 1000 bees..
not a single one did
them sting or harm
for their gentle nonviolence
did bees' fear disarm
*
BOOK OF LIFE
*
Every being is
written into
God's book of life.
*
DOGWOOD BARK
*
If a dog would bark
scared not is dogwood bark
as he shields
the future blossoms
*
FAITH TURNS TO KNOWING
*
Faith did upward
from the heartrocks
spring..
and run through ryefields
into rivers of knowing
which
did merge in
the sea's community..
before being upward assumed
by God Sun into unity
**
KEYS TO THE CASTLE
*
She had been standing outside
the castle begging for admittance
when she suddenly realized
she had the master key
to every chamber..
forged in the Power
of Divine Love
*
NOTHING TO FEAR
*
Gazing upon
the gate of the blazing sunsphere
we know we're not bodies
but Spirit.
We are Love..
with nothing to fear.
*
ICICLE DROP TO MISSISSIPPI
*
Icicle drop to trickle
to dripping to pour
to flowing to gathering
in the cataract's roar
til none at this or
any hour
can stop the Missouri-Ohio-Mississippi's
awesome power.
*
KNOW
*
As he unfurled
his greenflame flag
the flowering
pecan tree leaf
needed no
gift of belief.
He knew.. and was
content for now
to be a leaf.
*
PICCOLO
*
Disregarding
others' peccadillos
for them
he plays his piccolo
in the circus of Picadilly
*
DOVE TRIUMPH
*
In the sky a hawk
was circling
... suddenly a parent
bird, one third his size..
began to divebomb at him
.. over and over..
one by one other small
birds joined him... coming
at the predator from
all sides.. until
he flew away
*
SPEECH
*
The stroke victim cannot speak
No words come from baby birds' beaks
The bugs can't cry
The fish can't scream
The trees can't fight
against the axman's dreams
Young souls don't always
know the feelings of the nonverbal
*
PENTAGONY
*
Pentagony...
.. has 10 million faces.
*
SPEAR TO SPHERE
*
Begins to emerge the bubble
From the bubble blowing spear
but not til it leaves.. without fear
will it be a perfect sphere.
*
ANTIBODIES
(
Many loves
in many lives
.. each left its own
antibodies
.. reminding that
we are spirit, not bodies
*
TONIGHT A SOFT BREEZE
*
Tonight a soft breeze..
she's saying hello
.. the saint of the trees
(to Judi Bari judibari.org)
*
CONFIDENT GOLD
*
Dandelions pitch
their tents in the presence
of their enemies.
*
CRITICS OF MY POETRY
*
One thought it heretical
Another said it hasn't scanned
A third said edit edit
A fourth that it's trivial
A fifth that it's boring
A sixth that it's irrelevant
It's schizophrenic scoffed number 7
Eight called it drivel
How fortunate
that only
my opinions count
*
ADORING FEMALES CLUSTERED ROUND A PASTOR
*
Froggie croaks on his rock dais
encircled by dizzy daisies
winddriven to wave in applause
throughout days summer lazy.
Some awakened, pulled up their roots,
and planted themselves elsewhere.
. adoring females clustered round a pastor
*
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. angel feathers
. angels fired him
. antibodies
. book of life
. confident gold
. critics of my poetry
. disarming fearlessness
. dogwood bark
. dove triumph
. erica's voice
. faith turns to knowing
. icicle drop to mississippi
. keys to the castle
. know
. nothing to fear
. spear to sphere
. speech
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Ergo Dear Poetess you are graced with so many poems.
Keep Writing - Keep hope alive.