Witness

How many times
    have you and I weathered this life
    a statement, not a question.

Resting in this shaded spot   
    we lay back against a kindred tree
    witness the call of sweetness
    the hello of sanity.

You can count the world as large 
    full of things. 
    or 
You can hear one heartbeat
    sense an eternity of grace.

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New Skin

The words delay here
    not numb, but in retreat
    waiting for something
    wild to cut loose;
    to bring a new skin
    to an exposed body.

Stories run through me at times
    and then
    at other moments
    I listen to wishes' echoes.

I smile and dance with expectations
    finding comfort when life
    wanders
    not in straight lines
    but in mysterious curves
    and meandering streams.

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Age

Looking forward is less
    than what is behind. 

Memories stretch back
    not easily remembered
    touches linger
    distance. 

A sun rise and set
    like punctuation
    bookend this moment
    with a slight sadness
    embraced in gifted beauty.

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Morning

The morning is soft;
   no edges
   cool,
   a moist embrace
   making a smile
   that slips on easy.

The coming of the day's heat
    sharpens the contrast.

Sun colors different now;
    hued in the tints of the new born.

Birds make their different calls;
    a whistle,
    a chirp,
    a hammer heading a tiny nail.
    Two fly over in conversation.

A hummingbird wings;
    seeking the moist sugar water,
    which hangs empty;
    annoyed it bounces around;
        scanning,
        pausing,
        looking
    and then
        flies off
        over the roof of the house;
    like us,
    the moment gone,
    lost in search
    for something wanted.

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Yes

Wandering in contradiction;
    victim and creator
    birthed
    by arrogance and angels.

Warming in benediction;
    dictum and debater
    unearthed
    by annoyance and wonder.

The elegant zig-zag
    of an expanding life;
The insistent ditty bag
    of a frozen, youthful strife.

Things, meaning heart
    are simpler now,
    an unavoidable tao,
    an I and Thou.

More grateful
    most graceful
    less fateful
    and disgraceful.

Wisdom looking backward

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Lust Can

An imagined fire
    heating like the sun
    borrowing the soul;
    sweating with touch,
    coveting white heat
        instead of red.

Lingering
    beneath the surface
    with satin possibilities;
    hidden expectations
    waiting like a match
    for a surface strike
    not knowing if
    it will ignite a flame.

Hands leaving a trace
    of want,
    a smell of pepper
    sensing the naked skin.

She opens her eyes
    to close them again.

He joins the feast.

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A Thought Passes

Sitting next to his death,
    a thousand memories survive,
    touching his cheek, a cry
    drifts unsaid.

A muted remembering,
    mixed with regrets of
    wanted moments and
    weathered times.

It is in that place
    that love reminds.

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Wishes

Wonders wrapped
in peaceful singles
like many things
delightful
and gone.

Death whispers
in everyone's dreams
not once,
often.

You, me, we
hold tight
for fear
we lose
hold
of dear things.

Life, this universe
does not give
a damn
for wants;
it, us, you, me
comforts
surrender.

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Gifts

Lost and regained;
    my moment's guard with a kept memory.

Sainted and disturbed;
    my face's confusion with lost wonder.

Sacrificed and surrendered;
    my soul's dream with gentle salvation.

Sometimes things are as they are.

For in the end
    I control only
    the whispers of this heart,
    the rest are gifts from others.

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Poems Published

A friend, Nicky Jones, started a new venture as small trade and independent book publisher. She wanted to help other poets become published.

Her first effort is an anthology of 11 MySpace poets and was flattered to be included.
Her sole purpose for this project was to bring the diversity of poetry in MySpace to a wider audience.

If you are interested in supporting her effort, visit Copeland Books at http://www.copelandbooks.co.uk.

If you are committed to helping her grow her efforts, buy her first publication.

Thanks,
Michael

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