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Life and Death
This short poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Life and death are like a highway
Separating two major cities,
Through my eyes seen.
Travelers go and come, fast or slow,
With many turnoffs and side attractions in-between.
Failure
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
Never fear life’s failures, for they are the
granite building blocks that make a solid
foundation in life — provided one perseveres.
Have I Told You Lately?
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Did I say, “I love you?”
Have I told you what’s in my heart?
In my mind, I’ve thought of countless ways to do it…
This knowledge to impart.
Do you see my lips moving?
Just as my heart commands.
Can I express it adequately?
Will you understand?
I know I must have done it
At least a thousand times.
Haven’t I told you daily,
Or is it all just in my mind?
Maybe then I just can’t say it,
Or express my feelings clear,
Then let me try to write it down,
I love you so much, my dear.
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Life Styles
This poem is from Autumn Leaves:
Bright lights, music shattering to the ears,
Slick talk, designer dress, disco crowd,
Meaningless talk among peers,
Different life style for the young-at-heart.
Four-star restaurant, soft music, silver service,
Opulence to the tenth degree,
Works of art, big mansions, fine cars,
Wealth and life style for all to see.
Eyes downcast, ragged clothes, empty stomach,
No place for a weary head.
Cold streets, lonely hours, empty future,
Lost dreams, no roots, another day of dread.
Life styles of street people and drifters–
Whose dreams and hopes are dead.
Every day, same old thing,
Week in, week out, same routine.
Strength of hand, sweat of brow,
Make the payments on the bills somehow.
Year in, year out, rain or snow–
Life style of the workers who make the country go.
Escape
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Standing by the seaside
One cold, wet, dreary day,
Longing for some warmth and sun,
My thoughts just slipped away.
There on a sleek, white schooner,
Under a blustery sky,
The wind billowed full her majestic sails,
Causing her rigging to sigh.
Dark clouds on the horizon
Signaled an on-coming gale.
With canvas shortened and shoulders bared,
She slashed through the rising swell.
Hands clenched tightly, knuckles white,
As she tacks before the wind,
Then relax once more as she gathers
And rights herself again.
Her deck sways gently beneath me now,
Slipping through the warm Gulf Stream,
Able to dance over white cap and calm–
She’s truly an ocean queen.
Streamlined bodies of Neptune
Frolic in playful behavior
As clean, cold spray stings my face
And nostrils inhale the salty savor.
Over on the port side, an island appears to sight,
Lingering in quiet beauty of early morning light.
I spy a sun-browned body, climbing a stately palm
To gather nature’s bounty–ah, what soothing balm!
“Stop dreaming!” my conscious mind shouts at me,
Invading solitude sublime,
But a tiny voice deep inside answers,
“It’s solace for a work-weary mind.”
It seeks to escape harsh reality,
To regain balance on its beam,
And like a ship without a rudder,
So is man without his dream.
Silent Tribute
This poem comes from Autumn Leaves:
Shrouded mist,
Bagpipe dirge,
Mournful notes
Oe’r heath and verge.
Spirit departs,
Yet not alone,
Presence felt
Although it’s gone.
Last note falls
Like a gentle kiss,
Wafting through
Thickened mist.
Note wears thin,
No longer heard.
Break not this silence
With spoken word.
Vulnerability
This thought comes from Autumn Leaves:
We are all vulnerable,
But to what level
Depends on the depth
Of our faith.
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