LIve and Let Live

The goblins and princesses are gone from the streets

The air is clear, sky is bright blue

Remaining leaves in the trees quiver on the breeze

We renew our dedication to Life and Light

Allow the peace of the day to float over us

Yet, other places know no peace

They haven’t the time for trivial costumes

They only know that they have no clean water

And fireworks in the air are something awful

Not like the ones that make us say, “Oooh,” and “Ahhh.”

For most of us, all we can offer is prayers to our God

We have no power to alter their fate

So pray we must and pray we will

That those who have sold their souls to the devil

Are looked at in the light of day

And meet with their just deserts

Learning to life and let live

The Cabin

The cabin squats in a thicket of wood

Its thatched roof overgrown by sprouted acorns

Inside the remains of its matron

Hunches over a secretary covered in dust

The walls bear shelves of mason jars

Each one home to a different herb

All meant for healing one disorder or another

The kitchen table reveals the final working

Lovage, pennyroyal and marshmallow

The labels declare the contents

A cauldron reveals the work in progress

Salt here or there to keep away evil

And the Book of Shadows filled with notes

Of the trial and error of what nets gain

All of this power of a secluded life

Yet the old woman succumbed

To the same passage as us all

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The Dance

 Tap, step, tap, step

The staccato of the dancers’ feet beats

From movement to movement

The music carrying each twirl and lift

Skirts fluttering in the breeze

Then they bow and scurry away

Only to freeze in position

While the music comes to a crescendo

And all the ballerinas fall down

The chorus line straightens again

The mellow strings play a waltz

And the dancers form a loose circle

Preparing to present the primary

Her grace, the coquette one moment

The villain, the next, she kicks and leaps

The stage is a whirl of pinks and whites

The audience sends their appreciation 

As roses fly through the air at the dancers’ feet

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 I cry and the Universe answers me

I dig deeper for the connection

That promises my good

My heart floats on a tide of prayer

And meditation brings me greater understanding

With my mind, I climb the Tree of Life

To find my place among the spheres

What joy I behold, I burst into song

I am glad for the studies

They bring me closer, ever closer

To the Creator, the Light

I accept the guidance of my teachers

I follow the path set forth before me

By the sages and their wisdom

As the water droplet unites with the sea

So I shall unite with the Light

Munch

 Nibble, nibble, crunch, crunch

We love to eat, love to munch

Sugary sweet things, salty, too

Candy, popcorn, Mountain Dew

Chips of potatoes or of corn

Not having any makes us forlorn

Apples, peaches, berries and pop

Stepping on the scale won’t make us stop

Snack on cakes and cookies and pie

And other bakery puffs, oh my

Gotta fill the tank again

So down the gullet with five or ten

Carrots and celery, no, no, no

Calories are what make us go

Nibble, nibble, crunch, cruch

We love to eat,love to munch

Dark of Night

 

Even in the dark the familiar remains so

Walking through the house with no lights

We still can navigate without calamity

And get to where we’re going

What sense is it that guides us there?

So few bruised shins as we thread the needle

Of our pre-mapped design in our minds

Is there light within our memories

To guide us, or perhaps we sense objects

Being able to skirt around them, slowly

Of course, there is no telling why

We should be wandering about 

In the dark of night without putting on a light

But here we are, perhaps having heard a noise

And perhaps we are routing a thief

Who stumbled into the wrong door

Or that necessary trip to the bathroom

All good reasons to be up and about

In that dark of night

Mine

What I call home in this body of mine

I keep it fit, walking in circles

I try to remember the dreams I have

Keeping my insight clear and honest

I don’t have everything under control

But the best things that I need

Roll forward into my space, into my mind

Sometimes I feel like a collage of flowers

Or, perhaps, pictures from People Magazine

All jumbled together with a little this or that

Bright images filtered out of the dark

Expressing all of the good and bad that bleeds

From my perfectly sullen inner feelings

To come to terms with the essence

Of all of my doubts and fears

Making my day precious and beloved

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