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Each Of Us
EACH OF US
Upon his decease
They found, clearing out his things, this envelope
Addressed “To whom it may concern”
Each of us is a PLP
A Public Leaning Post
A Poor Lonely Person
As a Public Leaning Post
I give each of you help and acceptance
And this is my Love
As a Poor Lonely Person
I ask each of you for help and acceptance
And this is my Humility
Amidst the dark and stormy seas of my pain and passion
I cling to the raft of my heart
And this is my Integrity
Among the dark and silent hills of my inner landscape
I shout “Hello” and listen to my own voice’s dying echoes
And this is my Humanity
There is a time for speech, a time for action
A time for silence and stillness
And this is my Wisdom
And as I strive to honour each moment as it is
And hold these qualities in mind
Perhaps I approach Creativity
Mo ‘n’ I
MO ‘n’ I
You’re seventy now
Who’d have thought it?
I recall our twenties
Here we are again
After all these years
Sharing an evening
Baring naked hearts
Across a gin or two
And a tear or two
Your conclusion
Too needy to share
Alone now and happy
My own conclusion
Can’t call myself happy
Contented feels more comfortable
My lengthy searching
Taught me call expectation
The mother of disappointment
We’ve given it all up
That bouncy folderol
Not born here to be loved
As you hear me out
Unchallenged or judged
As I you my dear one
Let’s do what’s next
Whether we like it or not
Each a poet with a spanner
Good Mourning: Shadorma
GOOD MOURNING
Deep sadness
A moment later
Peace returns
Let it be
Everything falls into place
As if it was meant
Whatever
WHATEVER
Without our past …
Whatever its attributes
It led us to this moment
When thoughts of it
Arise in our mind
Let us honour it
Release the thought
And proceed
The Perils Of Social Isolation
The Perils Of Social Isolation.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
THE ISOLATION ILLUSION
Each WE a finger.
Without others no more WE!
Many fingers > one hand.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
REMEMBER. YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
Pusillanimity? … Or Wisdom?
PUSILLANIMITY? … OR WISDOM?
I don’t hoard any furtive hopes
Beneath my cosy feather pillow
Nor dreams, nor wistful wishes
For fear they will make it lumpy
And give me a pain in the neck
Happy Thanksgiving
HAPPY THANKSGIVING
We’re not all Americans though
On the other hand
On the other hand
Gratitude is always in season
Given we’re all fingers of one hand
On the other hand
On the other hand
It isn’t rooted in slavery and genocide either
On the other hand
On the other hand
We breathe in, we breathe out, we breathe on
The Daily Round: Shadorma
THE DAILY ROUND
Cliff hangers
New every morning
Is the love
Open eyes
Rein in those expectations
Moment by moment
Ben Naga 