Category Archives: Poetry – The Stuff of Life

Eventide

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Where now the hand I used to know? Lost to the present, a specter will show. It will not feel me, warm open palm; Nor shall it steel me from imminent harm. That was just so much from so long ago; Yet still I will feel it, though gone even so. Here now I sit […] Continue reading →

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Where Rivers Flowed

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So let us go then,     you and I, unto the hills     and azure sky, where there, together,     both espy pebbled shells     of rubble stone, the smoothed down hills,     a past well gone. A boy too young,     and dog, won’t know the why of […] Continue reading →

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To Have and Have Nought

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~ Bonnie and Tillie,     names now forgot; Henry and Izzie,     things that had thought. Where goes hard winter     when warm summer’s brought Idles for kings, day dreams,     and what? Memory serves     what day brings to sup; Cupcakes and heartbreaks,     to have and have nought; […] Continue reading →

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Aftermath

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~ So long, my old Friend, a long way we’ve come; yesterday gone, I now stand alone. Fourteen years, it’s not so much long; goodbye my dear Friend, a long way from home. No more to be there, whenever I roam, farewell to a Friend, now that I am one. The nudges, the budges, the […] Continue reading →

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A Sonnet Too Tragic For Comic And Truth

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~ Was Richard Pryor really that funny? Somewhere in humor we always find Truth. We laugh with the Jokester, by the Jester’s uncouth; Smile at Al Roker, forget Lenny Bruce; Find in some rumor a murmur of proof, That simpler things are closer to Truth. Compare the Comedian many have read, Mentioned by Shakespeare (the […] Continue reading →

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Business is Business!

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There is this Young Woman, a Vendor at store, Still young at heart, aged sixty-four. She Is sixty-four, if not a day more, and shuffles her wares from the oven. Her husband is dead, or so thought she’d said, or some time in life he’d left her. An old man, myself, my memory fails; in […] Continue reading →

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The Long Conversation

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~ Who am I? What is my Purpose? What is the Meaning of Life? How should I know my Role in the Cosmos? Why do I have to die? What is this Love, the Sorrow and Laughter? What is the Yearning to Try? Why does it Turn, all that we Learn, Back, into Dust when […] Continue reading →

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Axis Mundi

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~ Where does the moment That’s suddenly there, Heretofore dormant, But now comes aware, Come from all nothing And then it appears? Latent, an object, To subject, revered; And then, when we’re gone, It all disappears. An Axis Mundi Still will be here! The object of subject, The subject not there. ~ ©2014, Marvin Welborn […] Continue reading →

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An Emergence Story

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~ Tiamat’s waters once were said bitter, where that of the Abzû, cleaner and sweeter. Where the two came to they merged in together, making much profligate splinter and splatter. The off-spring, in turn, en masse where they scattered turned to the raucous that raged and engendered the flux to unfurl, spew forth, endanger the […] Continue reading →

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Minor Inceptions

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Minor Inceptions ~ The curve, in the road; A wind in the bend; Trees among sidewalks; Homes, without end. These are the few things, Reminding again, That minor inceptions Stay there and then. It all could be different; A difference depends On minor inceptions Of how, where and when. One thing for someone, Remembering, Is […] Continue reading →

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In Metaphor Trees

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The leaves of the Maple have fallen by now. All but the few still linger, somehow. Glory! in colors – green, red and orange! I feel I should know them; I don’t, they are foreign. And something as strange as leaves from a tree: A metaphor, Maple, leaves, memory. I knew them only as they […] Continue reading →

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