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Into the Looking Glass

Into the Looking Glass

Just beyond the glass 

A land I have never seen

A place of fairy wings and mermaid tails

And hills of verdant green

Hand to hand I see myself

Reflected in these dreams

Step through the mirror

Creases in reality’s seams

Pop! I’ve arrived

On the other side.

What is it that I see?

A magical fairy boat ride.

I grab the rough railing

And board the steady boat.

Sitting on a tree stump stool,

I wait to cross the moat.

Suddenly, a rainbow appears,

Streaking across the emerald sky.

Along with a Leprechaun

Wearing a clover tie.

“Come with me,

My earthbound Dearie

See the fairyland sights

Which are neither dank nor dreary.”

” Lessons three you shall learn

On the way to me pot of Gold

And in the end you shall receive

Riches untold”

And then:

Three tiny fairies land

Twittering in language unknown

Verily no bigger than a hand.

“The iridescent sprites

Have not a care

They love life

And give death not a stare”

“As shall you

Love your life

Look past hardships

And not embrace strife”

The boat started moving

Down the sparkling ravine

Looking around I gazed in awe

At many magical sights unseen.

Cerulean trees

Line the banks of blue

And fragrant flowers 

Bring bees of a different hue

My ears! My ears!

What do they hear?

A melodious song

Look- mermaids draw near!

Their beauty is stunning

From iridescent scales to sapphire hair.

Holding golden mirrors

And giving quite a stare.

The Leprechaun said,

“Look close into the mirror

Beauty you will see not

But a vision of horror.”

“Just as your own beauty fades

Lean not onto it’s ethereal charm

Love your inner self

And you shall not come to harm.”

We left the sirens behind,

Approaching a sulphurous smell.

At the sight of dragon,

Of fear I had to quell.

Bright Flames, 

the color of the sun

Heated the rocks

Causing them to run.

Says the Leprechaun:

“Be not afraid of the strong.

Embrace their strength,

And you can do no wrong.”

And then the boat landed

In a mushroom dell.

As I stepped off,

I nearly fell.

Says the Leprechaun,

“There be me pot of Gold.

Look inside, look inside

If you be so bold.”

Slowly, step by tenuous step,

I climbed up the hill.

As I reached the cauldron,

My heart failed to be still.

Riches I want!

What would I find?

Gold bullions and rubies?

Leave my poor life behind.

Peer inside

What do I behold?

A shiny little rock

Surely not gold.

I grasp the rock

And my world spins

Suddenly, I’m back at the mirror

Where everything begins 

I look into the Looking Glass.

What do I see?

A beautiful golden soul

Staring back at me.

Duo

Her lips soft, a flower
I drink full of her chalice
Thighs enjoined
Hands clasped
Fingers caress
Breath captured
Souls raptured in Esctacy
His lips hard, a rock
I drink full of his power
Thighs enjoined
Hands embraced
Fingers clench
Breath shared
Souls entwined in flight
Her love. His love.
I drink full of the divine
Hearts beat fast
No doubts
No shame
No fear
Love, just love

Dear Father

Dear Father
Oh Father,
I see you pour that drink, your chosen elixir
Just one more you say,
as your hands tremble on the bottle.
Military special, pure amber whiskey
But this is no self love
It’s self destruction
enabled with love
Do you remember when
you forgot the world
So enraptured in your drink
You forgot to pay the mortgage?
Every time I rode with you,
I looked for the opaque 7up glass
Filled with iced amber liquid
and prayed police would look the other way.
I never remember a time
when your glass wasn’t full.
Oh, you’d promise an empty glass
innumerable times.
Do you remember when
you ran into the coast guard
And my 17 yr old self
had to pick you up from jail?
Then it was mandatory AA meetings
and a pledge to cut back,
but that only lasted
for just a little while.
Even when the cancer consumed your body
The cravings demanded answer
So one of us would
hold the glass to your lips.
I don’t know what was worse for you
The cancer or the addiction
Both all consuming
and deadly
Oh Father,
Even though you’re gone,
I hope you know that you were loved
despite your horrible illness
You were never your addiction
Even though it was a part of you,
We remember the steadfast person,
And will forever cherish those memories

I Stand

I Stand-

A Performance Piece for 2-10 voices.

  1. I stand for equal pay;

Women have the same worth as men.

 

  1. I stand for mental health parity;

My brain is just as important as my heart.

 

  1. I stand for reproductive rights;

My Body, My Choice.

 

  1. I stand on the side of Love;

No matter the race or gender.

 

  1. I stand for America the Great;

Let’s reach across the aisle and be one again.

 

  1. I stand for science;

The natural world is full of wonder.

 

  1. I stand for Teachers;

The future generation rests in their hands.

 

  1. I stand for the environment;

Protect the only Earth we have.

 

  1. I stand for affordable healthcare.

A healthy nation is a happy nation.

 

  1. I stand for Liberty

We are the Land of the Free

 

  1. I stand for Justice

May it be carried out with compassion

 

 

You Stand.

Don’t be afraid to make ripples.

 

We Stand.

Together, we make waves.

Hurt. Hate. Hope….So much Hope in the Face of the Darkness

 Light

 

Silence. Numbness. Heart ache.. so much heart ache. Headline- Another mass casualty event. This one yet again the, “Most deadliest in History.” You see the images of the bereft, the maimed, the dying.
Bleeding. Shocked. Dead…so many dead. You ask, “Why?” and search the news for possible answers. Fingers pointed-
Guns. Faith. Hate.. so much hate. You, america, cannibalize yourself in pursuit of answers. You let the beast of hate and fear devour your rationality.
Blame, Walls, Sides, so many sides. But still no answers.
Yet-
Prayers, Thoughts, Solidarity… so much solidarity. In our oneness, lost, searching, WE come together to support each other’s grieving. WE offer up OUR very blood to the broken.
Selflessness, Compassion, Empathy, so much empathy. WE place ourselves in the victim’s shoes, reaching past our fear of being the victim.
Steadfastness, Determination, so much determination. Even for the briefest of moments, WE strive to find one mind, find a way to prevent this sorrow.
And Love…so much love. The cure to hate to sustain the living. In giving love, We will overcome this beast tearing the fabric of our country.

Hope.

aSocial Butterfly

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Oh Butterfly,
Trapped in a prison of its own device-
Four walls and a floor made of glass;
comfortably confining, a contradiction.
It stares out at the world through these walls
wishing, pining, hoping for release.
Yet, the release that it desires
comes at time of its own choosing-
It need only spread its wings
and soar towards the heavens;
to the freedom of the skies,
To the saintly touch of another.
But these glass walls magnify the world,
Distorting its view-
Creating monsters that seem bigger and closer
than they really are.
Even though freedom beckons,
Fright holds its wings closed.
Yet, when Fear takes hold
The Lepidoptera need only close its eyes,
feel the breeze from above,
and trust in the power of its lissome wings
to overcome the vast visions
of its self imposed confinement.
So, fair sky Contessa,
Shall you shudder behind glass all your short life,
and watch the fugacious world fade away?
or will you transform your fear into courage
and leave your four walls behind?
trapped no more in a prison of your own device
Oh Butterfly?

In this moment I grieve for thee

sink

I stand as you stood many times before

laboring over dirty dishes in the sink.

As the warm water washes over my hands,

I gaze at the flowers in the window sill

and wonder if you smiled as I smile now,

smelling the sweet Calla lilies brought to you by little hands.

Did you sigh in relief as the dawn bubbles

removed the final crumbs from the pan,

the pan that you used to bake a cake for every year of my life.

Did your mind ever drift away–

as your hands continued their mindless task,

away through the window, down the driveway,

and the lane where we walked to Church together every Sunday.

As I stand in the echo of your memory,

drying the Just Flowers dinner plates

that served your cheese potatoes and other delights for countless family diners,

I wonder that if I complete this same task, touch this same plate

that you touched just a month before,

if I stand on the same tiles worn smooth by your feet,

will it reverse time, just for this moment,

and allow you to be with me once again.

Stars and Stripes Forever

memorial

To all who received a flag
instead of a loved one’s embrace:

I am sorry that I cannot bring
you another touch, another glance or heart beat.
I cannot stop the tears flowing from your eyes
or comfort your children’s fears
I cannot return to you
a life that was lost
or fix a body broken.

Yet, I can offer this stars and stripes
to eternalize this soldier’s service.
Please accept this token, this monument
in hopes that you will remember
His ultimate sacrifice.
For he gave his heart, his all
to uphold the edges of Freedom’s wall.

Willow

 

willow

Weep,

Oh Willow;

pour your tears

in the gentle well.

Your misty eyes shroud

your face amongst

the golden leaves.

Sad, sad tree,

smile and cast away

your sorrows.

Be glad; grow strong!

Dream;

Dream towards your tomorrows.

Camelot

Camelot

 Pretty little peacocks

peacock feathers

watching beautiful lies,

displayed as fantasies

on their feather’s eyes.

 

Let us admire our feathers

and watch our life on stage,

while our soul searches for Camelot;

our mind sees but a page.

 

Come now, come all,

to Camelot I go;

the dream of purity

and righteousness I shall know.

 

Tither, tither,

All evil I will forsake;

and never will my quest be ended-

This vow I do make:

 

Never cease cradling the stars,

or reaching for the hand of God.

Camelot, my dear Camelot,

the only place I will trod.

 

Its Virtues I embrace,

insidiously good virtues,

and hold them as my light

Lo, it banishes all the night.

 

And if silent death

shall capture me before

I find my Camelot

and open its door-

 

Then bury me

in my feather’s tears,

so I may dream of Camelot

for the rest of my years.