Those fine times
Speaks for all kinds.
Saying as do chimes,
That time do binds.
Rare times of winning
Brings forth the hidden.
Revealing all missing;
Fingers in the mitten.
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I come to the stunningly true conclusion
That there is always a thin line between
A foe or a friend in this summation
And it is there for all to lose or win.
It is as thin as is the common thread
Or as is any selfish or selfless whim
That guides man’s search for bread
Or his thoughts, his actions or him.
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They come alive.
Into lives they saw
Like a heartless knife.
Hopes are meals
Infected in feeding.
Health it steals
With insidious seasoning.
Flee and leaves
Sorrow in clusters.
Full of might,
In various ways.
Ever they’re new
In buzzing forays.
Mail your worst,
Untrue are lies.
Come the most
You’re just flies.
“Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.”
― Leonardo da Vinci
I beg your pardon, Da Vinci, sir,
but I have to disagree.
To fully understand its sense
a poem must be seen.
A poem, you see, is more than words
to be skimmed or read aloud.
A poem is shaped like sculptor’s clay,
careful not to overcrowd.
Further, sir, you must understand
how your paintings make me feel.
For example, the Last Supper
makes that moment oh so real.
I feel a sense of angst among
the twelve apostles there,
and I feel impending doom
in Christ who is aware.
Knowing his death is close at hand
offering bread for them to share
like his body, it is broken
I feel confusion as they stare.
I hope that now…
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