A POET AT HEART

POETRY SANS MUSE

HOPING AND PRAYING THAT

YOUR FATHERS DAY

WAS BETTER

THAN MINE

Having a short wait for my ship to dock. Spending Fathers day all alone. I consider myself to be a very poor choice for a friend. Satisfied that my own conduct and poor choices have delivered me to this most dismal place to which I have arrived. Those friends that call on me in need for favors have gone beyond the pale to disqualify themselves for the title of friend. Only friends in need are in deed until they have extracted from you the meeting of their need.

I am so happy that my medication that made me feel like sleep was my only option let me find in my bed a new vista and urge to journal. Then I discover a poem on a page torn from my loose leaf where I put a poem that I can not Recall the circumstance or the time of birth. I will have to ask a witness who was there at the new arrival to try and bring the time and date back to mind.

Now that I read this simple opus I am thrilled to know that His timing is always

perfect and opens the locks that hold back the mighty waters of expression.

THE HEIGHTS OF MYSTERIES

As we dare to part those thick dark clouds that looming here deny us All

Those sights and sounds that we in deep dispair ensnare in deep foreboding

We agree to linger there in pause we dare deny the many tears

That Now Do Dare to linger in the shadows of our deep despair

what is this anguish and neglect that clouds all that we so long

To See and Keep our ears in silence and in desperate lost

There is so much we want to see and hear, hold near, 1

Fondle and in Sweetness tenderly embrace.

Yet all this that we dare to Dream does sadly there remain Beyond

The smoke and Shadows Looming beyond all sights and sound

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