Observationalia

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Of all the things that I have learned,
One thing I have no doubt of;
That trouble’s easy to get in,
But real hard to get out of

The things we want – and want right now –
Are sometimes within reaching;
But we dismiss the warning voice
As uninvited preaching

I think on choices I made, while
Denying I was choosing,
And putting out at risk, some things
I couldn’t survive losing

My heavens, Owen, who are you
To take your life for granted?
Do you think that your teflon?
Do you live a life enchanted?

Or are you just like everyone
Amid all of life’s factions,
In that you have to pay the price
For all your unwise actions?

this Summer Evening

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the moments that make up a life
are always in movement
ever fluid, constantly changing

and we know
the ripples in the pool
that are our lives
will one day no longer be visible

the echoes of our laughter
the memories of our tears
all alike will be enshrouded
in silence

this Summer Evening
perfect in splendor
soaked in truth and beauty
ripples now within me
and its echoes will remain
for as long as I do

for what is eternal in this life
is our transience

Halloween – Autumn Road (Sonnet)

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The light has dawned upon her waking thoughts
As she goes through the woods at jogger’s pace
Unravelling a mind tied up in knots
As cold meets warm, the shining of her face

And here, amidst the beautiful seclusion
She sees a sonnet in which she’s dispersed:
Pentameter, in all of its confusion
Iambic, in that she is never first

The forest road’s a type of daily journey
To represent how much has come and gone;
To give herself the power of attorney
To live a new life with each waking dawn

And celebrate the spirit there within
That will not stop for things that might have been

Out At Little Hill Side Farm

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You have to plant and water if you want your crops to grow;
But I’m not saying anything you don’t already know

One has to get up early if one wants to beat the sun;
And one must work a long, long day to get all of it done

No matter where you are, no matter what your job or station,
It takes a lot of labor and a life of dedication

For there are hungry mouths to feed, and it’s your work to feed them,
And all must walk the trail where their endeavor haps to lead them

We have to sweat and strain and bleed — it always has been so —
But I’m not saying anything
You don’t already
Know

Daily Choices

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Today we choose to live today.
That’s all we can do, anyway –
Is make this one and only choice:
To hear life’s whispers through the noise

I had a friend who was in love.
He wore the feeling like a glove –
He wore it, till he wore it out:
That was his choice. I have no doubt.

I knew a gal who stayed inside.
She used discomfort as her guide,
And thought of those she could have kissed:
Small comfort for the life she missed –

Today we choose the life we choose.
We try to win, or else we lose.
The bills we have? They must be paid.
The mess we have’s the one we made

In A Blaze of Autumn

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Now, in a blaze of autumn,

Colors jolt him back to life;

He turns his back upon the way

That leads to black-and-white

And journeys through the forest

That leads on to colors new:

And looks no more for shadows

Of the nightmare he’s been through

The lie was told, the deed was done,

But just then, he awoke —

And in a blaze of autumn

All of that

Went up

In smoke

Harried

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Our lives are rushed and harried
And we carry all this stress

Surrounded by our worries, and
Incessant tiredness

We’re here, we’re there, we’re on the phone;
We’re everywhere at once

Together in our harried lives,
Till one of us just punts

And walks away from all of this,
While saying, “I want more.”

Why live such harried lives, when we
Have no idea
What for?

Refined

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I’ve never been a handsome man,
I am not much to see;
And often, there’ve been few who wanted
Much to do with me

I know what being poor’s about
For I have been a debtor;
And I’ve seen someone who I loved
Just leave for someone better

I know the helplessness that comes
When kids you try to raise;
When trite solutions do not work
And life is set ablaze

By choices I made carelessly.
I know all this, but yet:
I also know that life is good
And try not to forget

The clock is running, all time,
The moments we’re assigned —
And that the gold we’re given’s mixed
And has to be
Refined

Image and Reality

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Twixt image and reality
The diff’rence may be great;
But masters of illusion, we
Make bent what’s really straight

Backstage, though, there’s another view,
The tricks all fall away:
It’s just us, lonely, clinging on
To make it one more
Day

No Talent For Certainty

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