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Wednesday
Dec182013

Conversations

i love the colors of autumn leaves, and watch as they descend
i miss the tones of voices past, and conversations with my friend

it’s strange to be so pale here, amongst the many browns.
like leaves on autumn trees I know, we all must touch the ground.

the road that lines our journey, is unique as falling leaves
the differences between us lies, because our eyes deceive

for if God see us differently, i know he sees my soul
in honest judgement i must say, you best me on the whole

and as my garden walk will end, so too our time expires
our soul moves on to better climes, as skin and bones retire

i love the colors of autumn leaves, and watch as they descend
i miss the tones of voices past, and conversations with my friend
Thinking of Byron Patterson 12-8-13 

 

Wednesday
Dec182013

Arrogant

The pith and quip of common verse,
as spoken by the common man.
Can turn an ear, and leave me terse.
Sublime expressions not reversed,
will not still my heavy hand.


I recognize my own descent,
in looking back, resolve.
But, can not manage to repent,
or recall riches spent,
on faults I will not solve.

 

playing with chinquapin abaab poetry form 

 

Wednesday
Dec182013

winters night

one o’clock on winters night, it’s silent but for wind
green trees and stacatto lights, usher the season in


remember friend the reason, for the celebration nigh
the birth of Christ our savior, the gift of eternal life


and through the ads, and sales, and through the hokey shows
we laugh and smile with family, and everybody knows


a child was born in Bethlehem, thousands of years ago
he lived and died and lived again, that those of faith might know


I see it in the world around, its like the air we breath
the gifts of god immerse, surround, the life force we all need


one o’clock on winters night, it’s silent but for wind
green trees and stacatto lights, usher the season in 

 

Wednesday
Dec182013

This and That

piss and vinegar, neither kind
sour and dour, you will find
spit and polish, youthful bind
tar and feather, neatly lined
fat and happy, deftly signed
hot and bothered, I’m resigned
short and sassy, well designed
come and go, then never mind

 

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