squirrel footprints – March 19

3.19.18

squirrel footprints up the creek

the snow melting melting

away the witches

of winter.

 

soon baby Jesus and the Wises

will be risen up out of

their frozenness,

just in time

for Easter.

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survivor guilt – February 26

2.26.2018

in wartime guns rattle,

ied’s level the guys next

to you, and some come

home in pieces,

while others in only guises

and varieties of a whole.

 

why me, why not me

why them, and I’m

still here

haunts;

survivor guilt infecting

the soul.

 

late in life it strikes again

 

about friends who ended up,

at the side of the park

we played cards in and smoked

as wanna-be-thugs,

with a needle in their arm;

 

or just fell down between

the stacks in college

for no apparent reason

still dressed in their

three-piece suit.

 

not to mention all the poor

and hungry and bombed

and tortured and maimed

in all those other parts

of the world

or just down the street.

 

and why me, why not me

why them, and I’m

still here

still haunts.

 

survivor guilt.

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at some moment – February 20

2.20.2018

Mortality is a tricky beast.

At some moment I will feel

a catch, a stop, an instant,

and my eyes

will blink or close,

my mind stop registering,

to not open again.

 

I may hear briefly

the ones I love

or the world around,

whatever the sounds are,

but it will stop.

 

And I pray that in that moment

the one who created me

will be faithful.

That at some moment

I will open whatever eyes and sight

are appropriate for

the new moment.

 

And that I will be with

those I love

and the One.

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I’ll see you darling.

See you in the morning.

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Hi Friends, Sabbatical – January 19

Hi friends,

I’ve been on a bit of a posting-sabbatical. Still writing, but working more on editing and putting material together for some possible chapbooks, as well as working on some longer pieces. I still read and appreciate many of  your posts on your own sites… and will probably start putting up some more poetry  here come mid-February.

Best & Blessings.

Len

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nightmares come – November 3

11.3.2017

nightmares come

of fears and terrors

places, faces

that know no

mercy

 

that smile at evil

and play no face

to honor

 

fears of a world

not open to

the One

 

such that waking

is to prayer.

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halloweenies – October 31

10.31.2017

little tigers, dinosaurses,

ballerinas, and princes of yore;

butterflies and dragon feelers

spidermen and turtle lords;

 

batmen, batgirls,

spidermen

and wonder women

but barely a goblin or

a devil galore.

 

perhaps they’ve learned

the mighty lesson

the one that matters

when we all grow old

 

that we tend to

become what we

play at playing

that we tend to become

the masks

we’ve worn.

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late in the day – October 20

10.20.2017 [late in the day]

late into the day

aches

neck, shoulders

heart.

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