ANNUAL RENEWAL/ANCIENT PORCH

January 15, 2016

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Winter winds could

only find us cold

on our old

and ancient porch

perched high here in our new air

searching here through our new words

The latest launch on,

off this roof porch in

an old haunt,

this chilly sleepy village,

Off this nest

.

.

.

.

.

(FROM A WAZE /& TODAZE/ ON HOLIDAZE/ G’ON GETAWAZE)

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In Not Long

March 30, 2011

An ordinary miracle

Might  make my day  good night.

An everyday freak  hailstorm

Should soften the  certain gravitas of  agony..

My monday to monday   on to a gravy.

My  dumptruck  of good luck   sails in,

All this will be laid to waste.

Then  strong  sprouts,  in not long,  will  no doubt

Green  the  place.

      N E W   T H I N G S

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                    i)   

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            M  U  C  H

often it’s uncertain   to see,

to see the true things through,

but certainly sometime’s there’s time

when surely much of what’s new

when noticed might matter

to you or rather

to me

.

“Common sense and a sense of humor are the same thing,moving at different speeds. A sense of humor

is just common sense, dancing”       -William James

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.                    ii)

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                D  U  E

I fear I forget that the frail,

nearly unable, but

when a whisper of   Will…

when they muster an incalculable

measure of  reach

to straighten, and lean up

for what’s due.

That’s alot to wait for

.

The Freshest thing in the clearing

by the pond’s sunk boat,

near a nest,  There’s this ringing

drop, possibly  just now dotting

one leaf,  left  just new

by all the dew

That’s what I wait for

Winter winds could
only find us cold
on our old
and ancient porch
perched high here in our new air
searching here through our new words
The latest launch on,
off this roof porch in
an old haunt,
this chilly sleepy village,
Off this nest
.

.
thanx Cedar Key

Winter winds could

only find us cold

on our old

and ancient porch

perched high here in our new air

searching here through our new words

The latest launch on,

off this roof porch in

an old haunt,

this chilly sleepy village,

Off this nest

                  ‘

                  .

                   .

                                                                                                                     thanx Cedar Key