this is the poem that i wrote for last tuesdays Veterans Writing Workshop with Leilani Squire, and 2 other Veterans Adam, and Rick

we picked a pic from a magazine to write about

also, my computer was in the shop for a couple of weeks, so sorry, i did not get all the writings published that i wanted to. i have a few more… hopefully i will get one or 2 more thought the weekend – but have to get word and other aps. reloaded aaawwwwhhhh crazy head time again)

” on the Crystal seas – a ghost walks out from thee “

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the last pic

without a title

in a magazine of 2010 was skipped

“The Sun” was it shining

for the issue date

it was August 2011

issue 428

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did U see me

was it as of late

didn’t know i could walk straight out on water

straight out to sea

as if it were

that U never seen me

and i and who else

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the reminders of

U never know

just how much time one has left

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do U have time @ all

and me

the we spoken about here

no time

and none to spare

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and every little thing we do

is it monumental @ all

@ all – who all get it – @ all

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in the halls of a brilliantly lit hall

all the dancers in there

having a ball

and the Ball comes crashing down

balls all around the world

fallen to the ground

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just waiting for someone

or the collaboration

to put back together

the shattered pieces

of a ghost’s life without a wife

nor a lover

and for all the other sexes

one or another

but they may have had one

they may have had them

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plenty and more than today

i can fathom

i can’t until i see

as muses

encouraging me in all my lunatic ideas

of a dead man’s Vision 2 live

and again

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to shine like the moon’s deep blue light crystalizing the night

and the branches of trees like U and me

etched in the snow white bright light

on a frozen december night

in the starlight

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twinkle, twinkle , twinkle

blink, blink, blink,

rays beaming like

and liked it again

as our feet crunch snow beneath us

and our hands

warmed in snug fitting gloves clinging close to our fingers

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and the neighbors’ frosty, a dead wringer

to the television cartoon

it just not funny

but to the seriousness

taken out with the silly fun types of simple mindedness

if only one momentarily

and all the better

when going to the depth of realities’ complexities

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seeing one or 3 – of these the same

in colorfully lit yard art

justifying extra flows of electricity

giving energy to a community spirit of like minds

to surprises of how much the differences in all of us

we still have many similarities for some of us

all of us in the middle of wanting to liver freely

to be born back to the freedoms

that all are to enjoy when sitting with the shores of democracy

democracy

for which a sea of blood was shed

and still, these ghosts staring U in the eyes instead

on the crystal seas a ghost walks out from thee