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on the theme of freedom

two poems, below, one poem prompted by a photograph, both on the theme of freedom, maybe grace

imagine this
but don’t do at home or at the zoo

a lion in a cage
or any creature that have tooth or claw
or open
with
the cage left open or maybe having
broken without knowing
over time

and to be near
there is great fear of
our own
lives
beholding

yet also the delight in
nature freed
in
witnessing extraordinary muscle
from
impulse

picture of a fox
with thanks to Alexander Sinn

this might have been outside my door
it wasn’t
but how wonderful

an inquiring look
a standing on all four

all grace
not knowing any other

gold colors
against gray
if
gray is useful
shading black and white

though in green
or on an earthen plain
the
surprise
the stunning character of life
that’s not our own
but
serves
as the fox gives
of
its own heart without awareness

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photo (fox) by Alexander Sinn on Unsplash
n.b.—sorry, I don’t know how to insert a photograph, only add (one) feature image

photo (lock) by Marcelo Bassi on Unsplash
n.b. 2—cages are being turned over, or not have been built, in favor of more open enclosures and parks (we could say habitats)

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two poems about angels

two poems about angels

I’ve been writing a series of psalms; two of these turn out being about angels—description, speculation—hoping your approval

psalm 19

your angel watches
with
all the miracle of senses
while
I sleep
when that should happen
in
the turmoil
like trying to rest aboard a ship
at night
when the sea rages
and turns
in all
directions but the way
toward home

the angel keeps
by
mission
not
to render magic but
to let the world have its way
much
of the time until correction
then
and final revelation

and
thank you for such helpers
messengers
to each
announcers to all

and
shall we know you through this
kind who
by order and by wonder
care

and so magnificent
part of
the host and we might serve there
too
after apocalyptic times

but I was thanking
you
for helping while I should sleep
and your helper
with

connecting
me
to you then
as this may happen all
of us

help in all hours by
the God who by God is and has
a servant
to
us all

for our
return

psalm 20

your angels are so powerful
and
having names

we know a few

while power has no value
until assigned by you
and
by your arrangement we
decide
to keep
to use

then the beings close to you
until
we arrive
have chosen how to
serve and how
to shine
for
good or for ill
for some decide

to break away vainly
and
aggressively unsatisfied and so
take followers
to
make a separate heaven
so that there is
a war
to undermine one realm or the other

and over time and
for all we
know is raging yet
since
who can tell an age that is
celestial by
mortal

and so a mystery among
the mysteries
and
if so tied then chained
to worldly ways

so that
the war come down through us
in all temptations and
dimensions
‘til
an ending
whose moment’s also vague
regarding
when

the keening tragedy
as
such creative missives fight
with all the majesty
and
muscle that each has and
then to set
one against another and so many

some try to describe until all of us are
after
when with all the conflicts done
deciders and
survivors
here
say this is the count of heaven
and
mourn and then we must count joy

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photo by Cosmin Gurau on Unsplash

(spaces between parts go on, sigh, provided by WordPress)

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companion pieces

companion pieces

final agreements

of course
I’m right
in
these
and maybe you should have been
nicer
though so what and in time
we all shall know
and by no credit but by
the Lord who
keeps
the truth and who is righteous
more than us and even
as we try to
learn
then to
live with some confidence
by
faith and might we say to each other
by humility
as well
to
beg wordplay and
for well

final agreements too
two

of course
you’re
right
in these
and maybe I should have been
nicer
though so what and in time
we all shall know
and by no credit but by
the Lord who
keeps
the truth and who is righteous
more than us and even
as we try to
learn
then to
live with some confidence
by
faith and might we say to each other
by humility
as well
to
beg wordplay and
for well

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photo by kwon soon on Unsplash

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the learning day

(three poems)

the learning day

it’s Monday
how many at this
we
might have
and pale
gray
how many of these

days
with this lack of color that for décor
might be all right
but
don’t we need the green and blue
and the myriad of flora and fauna
hues
and with the gray

and I suppose the panoply is
here
it’s only muted
maybe to tell us that some days
some hours
or
many moments we should
pad our expressions
instead
to listen

as we do better to receive
prudent and wise
when
the color like the noise we choose
learns and employs
quiet

ride
(leave out asterisks and asterisked if posting)

and
goodness
must there be a point*
and
could I let the beauty go
released
wildly
without the moralizing
yet still in beauty
of
the Earth and sky be
moral

sure
as in relax
and ride

like that moment in the ride
when the center
goes to gallop
still
boisterous the relationship
but smooth
to go
together

and let that be aesthetic
in blurred motion
and
delight
so fast it’s undefined

*(my way through graduate school)

the damage has a name

citing on
TV
the Ausin Toy Museum
old things in good shape
and
I’m hearing
and looking now and then
at what show
not
to hold the silence valueless
but to draw toward contemplation
while
the noise in my head painfully challenges
all
pacific activities and
notions inside

rather
my daily invitation to go crazy
and have
and fail
at background for distraction

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so I wrote a bunch of things and might post the later two, maybe three

they are overridden with first person, though maybe in the gaps (mind the gap) you shall fill in your own persona and experience (which I guess is how we read first person lines, anyway, as in Shall I compare thee to?)
a little hermeneutics for free (and belying the second post)

I left things as-is by the time of revision and a polish as a try for an edit—except line-spacing by WordPress, remains

photo by NIR HIMI on Unsplash
Iceland
(the ocean looks like Escher or the Escher looks like ocean)

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three poems for owl day

this is Owl Awareness Day


North American freedom

250 years ago
count
further back to Plymouth
to
Columbus
to Lief Erickson

and others still to discover since
not
everyone can leave a home behind
for
evidence

and Rome a thousand years
half as a more-honest
republic
with occasional tyrannies assigned
to lead
local forces against foes
then anything like dictatorship
resigns
returns to farming

and this isn’t
to describe usual elections but when
the weapons clash
blade
against sheld and armor
so close
the threat
as we don’t know these days
in
a supremacy
that’s voted in
in
order to remain

self-styled demagogues
who
aren’t so good at demagoguery and yet
we let them
in and
should know better
and
we do

we know that emperors have new clothes
and what the raiment’s made
of
while honest work’s unnoticed
and
there’s building only on
fragile clay
no virtue to congeal

without doubt
to fall


the school in heaven

philosophy must fail

as all analogies unravel

as
schools let out for life and though we must be something
on the inside
we
never are done deals
in spite of all the arguments

and heaven is philosophy
I guess
all done
and giving over
the last class
and
sorry
if you were otherwise so glad
never
to have to learn in rows again

and yet the brain
the mind
the learning
goes
goes on

this
side as well as maybe
and I think over
there


coz

at the zoo
I said
hi
cousin
to the monkey
simply to upset you

yet
I prize our species closeness with
the animals
and don’t know except
by adaptation
over
generations
evolution’s proven

and so our God is
God of
that
as with all creation miracles

and as for missing links between ourselves
and branched-off
primates
or
to have it that we are branches broken
from the tree
well

I wonder sometimes
if
the link is the intrusion of the Spirit
to move us on and especially
to
know
and to bear wisdom in the keeping
of the rest


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photo by Jeremy Hynes on Unsplash
“Great horned owl Please tag @hyneseyes on Instagram for credit, thank you :)”
Ontario, Canada

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nebulae discuss

nebulae discuss
all sorts of stars to birth
how many each kind


if stars go along
the nebulae’s decisions
all creation wills


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photo by NASA Hubble Space Telescope on Unsplash

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two poems about risk

two poems about risk


reason

it is a message
then
of love
the god who gave of god
throughout all parts
of
itself and for the creatures
on the planet
all
were made

and if making demands gratitude
and
service even out of
model sacrifice

then
we have
our purposes should we ever
wonder

for we create attitudes
and moods and
state
our purposes

we make jobs and art
as jobs

we stand for office
and
we own responsibility

and we make
people
which were ourselves and
then
the new generation and by
all things made
all
of us
to count
for service

and so always
something
good
for us to do


theft

so I took the advice today
based
upon a perspective of creation and
divinity
and everything went wrong
worse
I was robbed

and then a second theft
for you robbed me
of
protection
plus my own amvition

and
now what
I must regroup
and
you know
recoup

and then what
set myself up to lose even more
to ask
and I suppose you’ll say
therein lies the answer
since
loss is a part of life against
what
by love is gained


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photo by mauro mora on Unsplash

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2 poems about fire

2 poems about fire


by an imagined flame

a clear
hot
day and like the gray
to be inside

to pretend a fire
for the scene
of
reading
even to imagine pets curled
around one’s satisfaction

oval rug
curves in the seating and the cycling
of
friendship
through it all

‘round the truth
and
to assuage the fear of what
might
have gotten to us first
and more

but by some
measures to regard
and
put in practice
for the peace in dealing
be it
clearly well or
adulterated by pain in the now
as
well as pain before

recalling
that pain is fear
as well


good fire

by the real flame
which
is not by
but
in
you know

if you’ve heard
or
you were made to go
to school to
learn the faith
and now
apply

and so the fire is within
traveling from heart
to brain
and back again for
more

normalcy or pressure in a situation
to share and to assuage by
every source
within us
in
the crisis
the source of fire
within
because we had it come from
without
to live
and to be standing by
like
orders issues so
long ago as to be by creation’s rings
when set and first called
good


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photo by Kyle Peyton on Unsplash

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how the day begins and ends

how the day begins and ends


It’s a dark-gray day
there are green and brown to see
the sky scoured of blue


hear and see my friends
share a meal of smell and taste
touch the hours away


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photo by Mahdi Bafande on Unsplash

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