One a Day: Quinzaine

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They say, “Welcome, this is home.”
Is this where I’ll stay?
Forever?

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One a Day: Pantoum

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The end is near us all
Today was never promised
No matter big or small
All will end in darkness

Today was never promised
One life is all you get
All will end in darkness
It’s time to pay your debt

One life is all you get
So close those tired eyes
It’s time to pay your debt
And end the endless cries

So close those tired eyes
No matter big or small
And end the endless cries
The end is near us all

One a Day: Mini-monoverse

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I left you
Thought you knew
Threw my shoe
Words then flew
Much ado

You lying
Denying
Me crying
Love dying
Stopped trying

One a Day: Cascade

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I will take the pain away
I will deliver you to Eden
For I am your salvation
And you are well met

Hold my hand lest your feet protest
Close your eyes for the wind grows cold
Trust in me, your steadfast companion
I will take the pain away

Clasp me to your breasts, embrace me, friend
Believe I have nothing but your best interest at heart
The time is nigh for us to depart
I will deliver you to Eden

I have waited for this day with full devotion
Release your grip on flesh for it grows weary
Say your goodbyes, the clock is ticking
For I am your salvation

Hold my hand lest your feet protest
Clasp me to your breasts, embrace me, friend
I have waited for this day with full devotion
And you are well met

One a Day: Epitaph

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He was a happy and kind man
Liked to give a helping hand
Now he’s resting in peace
Listening to God’s angelic band

One a Day: Themed Poem: Death

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Tell me a story
Sing me a song
Birds with no feathers
Moths six feet long

I’ll write you a poem
I’ll draw you a map
I’ll give you a skull
As a place for your hat

The flesh of your bones
Will melt when I tell
Of witches and demons
And bats out of hell

My tale may be gruesome,
A story of pain
But at least it’s your choice
To go down that old lane

So pull up a chair
Or sit tight in your bed
Snuggle down in your blankets
Perhaps hide your sweet head

But fear not my dear child
For each tale ends in laughter
With princes and crowns
And a happily-ever-after

April 12, 2008

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A squirrel lies on its side

while the sun lays gentle fingers,

hoping to warm him in his hour of need.

But nothing can heat up preternatural cold.

I fend off Mother Nature’s cleanup crew,

remove the maggots,

and tenderly lift him and place him

in the soft fissure I have hollowed

out of the earth beneath an oak tree.

With him I place a few nuts and acorns,

for the journey to his afterlife.

The red jays and chickadees have come out

to offer an eulogy and I

say a silent prayer of safe passage.

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