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the pale blue mist
settles over the once frozen landscape
like a small child
it makes my mind consider
the world below
the signs above raining down
a people grown
with eyes glazed over
conditioned for this condition
listening beyond forgiveness
for words or a melody
deeply scarred and grooved
seemingly alone
but in the middle, as it were
of the great multitude
humanity’s new found composure
ghastly and most lovely
all in one moment
which stretches endlessly
link by link contained
in that eternal moment
like fresh green grass
cut in early morning
a scent and sound weaved
in and out of memories
that make up a young mind
inside our wrinkled and gray head
as if today
began again the budding spring
we all longed for within that dream
those scattered thoughts
cutting the surface tension
beating oxygen exhaled from lungs
into peaks of a meringue
like smoke signal from the past
an only child
among a class of cousins
and sisters, aunts and grandmothers
lessons only a family learns
secrets held tightly
a bond among siblings
known only by members in strict sects
that mystery revealed
that longed for love
now, worn and displayed
waves in the bright day
a victory flag
whose design the population sees
but whose meaning
reserved and compact
only the band of initiates can see
can we ever know whose ramblings
a dusty road received
the past just left us wondering
this daydream
blistering thoughts
sung in harmony
green waves crashing
on the shore
foaming as the water rushes back
out to open sea
the squeaks of the seaweed
the smell of the salt breeze
all the pioneers of grace
we explore till our energy
expelled completely and publicly
grabs our past and future life
pulsing and pressing
that energy
death seems near
but life
alive with song and images
closer
colors cast shadows among us now
a rainbow of thinking arises
the bleak night has
at last receded
the seeds of tomorrow now sprouting
oh glorious freedom
sounds of hope
of a fortunate grace
an activated incomprehensible future
experienced now in living color
in happy notes and lyrics
in dances, in leaping, in joy
listen, yes listen
oh how wonderful
look, yes look
oh how marvelous
all the words
and all the pages
Joy,
yes Joy
can you feel it
Joy,
our journey complete
JOY
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An Evening Poem

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her silken feathers gently brush

her silken feathers brush gently
swirling white shades above blue
glass reflections a doves whisper
soothing my beating breast steady
first touch of her angelic artistry
inhaled aura the scent of freshness
beauties breath held tightly and snug
clinging I a child to locks of honey
dripping golden pools of radiance
limbs quake beneath the warm shadow
it’s darkness the one light shinning
as galaxies fade upon her passing
casting a bow of colors skyward
tickling the universe with her toes
small and sweet her touches spark
a trail of bumps spreading quickly
covered now under wings of desire
transforming as the bold monarch
guided north by nectar’s strong call
lips tasting newness as seasons ebb
short fluttering strokes bring floating
of sticky orange pollen resting eyes
falling gentle on long brown lashes
bound once again to this lonely planet

More Trouble At Fukushima?

Weird blue smoke hanging over plant after several earthquakes today.

link to live cams here

A Poem For A Spring Afternoon

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Silver or Gold

consider not the empty tin
rusted and with color faded
long ago had silver within
over the years poorly traded
precious metals make not the man
although briefly they be desired
the end of which none give a damn
golden words are what’s required

A Morning Poem

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Carrot Seeds

growing up in the city
carrots came in a can
you peel back the tin
and out they came clean

concrete gardens sprout
hard the seedlings rise
a transplant now am I
turning soil mixing poop

tiny the seed of a carrot
rolling off my dirty hands
after sun and water shines
a little green pop appears

when the green grew tall
I had to check have a peek
so poke around did my hand
just a skinny root now ruined

another day another check
months end the crop is gone
let the seeds grow undisturbed
the fruit will show when ready

Nukiller turns Mothers Day on it’s head

Source: Nukiller turns Mothers Day on it’s head

A Sunday Poem

another writing for the revolution

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#nofrackinway

neo-modern plastic oil pollution
grease designer gangrene pockets
leaving cavernous empty craters
human remains swirl to a draining
hollow earth quakes swallows deep
poor lives shaken for fortunes sake
boardroom doormats become lumpy
the full sucking sharks regurgitation

First Kiss – Robert Filos

Source: First Kiss – Robert Filos