what is in your house
the small wars
the kisses
worlds of windows
wade the nile there
wander your yard
find a desert
a sky in your hand
resplendent in the tiny afternoon miracles
people hello
graze
are simple
they stroll
they rise from cadillacs like malcolm
sincere looking for betty
the place you are is beautiful
someone is happy
someone returns a favor
someone claims you in front of the world
poet the people you know
they who come calling your name
the bible toters
little willie down the street
rapping you his new lyric
shana who shares her cigarettes
or your father
visiting and whistling
between fixing the radiator
there are lions making their way
down the bright saturday street
their perms curled and highlighted
one of them may be you
they parade in working clothes
who makes the morning fabulous?
there is a penny in your pocket
you must never lose it
it is a one cent joy
build the day on it
then give it to someone else like a buddha
then comes someone watching you
staying near you
listening to your dreams
as for love....
go no further than who you can touch
2 comments:
Hi there. I tried to send you an e-mail, but you appear to not be accepting mail. I see that you are composing in Microsoft Word. That is what is responsible for all the added code surrounding your poems. In order to avoid that in future, try clicking 'save as' and selecting plain text document instead of Word document. Or. compose in an AOL text document instead.
Your poems are going to require several readings in order for me to form an opinion. That is a good thing.
-Paul
http://journals.aol.ca/plittle/AuroraWalkingVacation/
hello,
new to your journal..found the link through aol journal board. I'd like to share a couple of my entries.
Journally Yours,
Gem ;-)
(where are you, papa?)
http://journals.aol.com/libragem007/JournallyYours/entries/678
(someday when I look back)
http://journals.aol.com/libragem007/JournallyYours/entries/667
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