Poem One: The Moon and You
The comforting glow
Of the moon
Is really the reflection
Of fire
From the sun
During the day
A collection of celestial
Snowflakes out of place
Unnoticed looked at
In disbelief
At night an anomaly
To be wondered upon
Sometimes golden
Sometimes almost absent
Yet the sphere manages
The waters of the Earth
And takes care of us
With love like a mother
Poem Two: Please Fall in Love
Smog wafting above cities
Its breeze from Spring to Summer
is like falling in love
There are moments when
lovers feel the sickness of this
beautiful malady
the anomaly of body and mind
chills and fever near panic
with no weather forecast
on the horizon of sanity
sun, rain, wind, or snow
Who cares?
Nature has a way
To sort the human condition out
Please fall in love
and make yourself whole
Appreciation to Pink Floyd for all the poetry and sonic wonder
Poem Three: One Degree of Insanity
It’s insane
But you can hear
Screams in the evenings
In peaceful cities
And in war zones
In the first are games
Children play
In their back yards
Like hide and seek
Come and go interactions
On picnics
Seeing spiders and
On Halloween
In the second, the other
con text, it’s bombs
In the front yards
While fam ilies crouch
Under tables
Machine guns pelt
The lim ited oxygen
Mad Maddened soldiers
Near star starvation
Steal food and water
People scream
who were never
anyone’s enemy
never this close
to horror
were they meant to be…
Tell me it’s not insane
Poem Four: Birds Rule the Morning
Most birds, at the break of day,
Always have a lot to say
but the magpie sleeps
Nothing to say
In the morning
Like a drunk
That can’t join
Reality
OK, the sparrows
Chirp endlessly
But send the same message
All the time
Just like our spouses
Spouses of any gender
Now the crow (not blackbird)
Is some force of nature
Can never be reckoned with
They have been known
To attack humans and
Other large creatures
Unlike the magpie
They wake just after
The songbirds
I hesitate to suggest
There may be a reason
So here I make my point
Songbirds have been the poets
Of nature’s sacred language
Relentlessly offering
to our windows
the miracle
of the morning
endless songs of beauty
the origin of music
and the voice
of the gods
Welcome 
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