Mess
Get up, look back, a beautiful mess
Non better then an unmade bed
Thoughts of who took off that dress
When worries left my head
Rapt in the unkept
Room for discord
Such a joy
Extol
Love
Three Valves *
All he needs
Are three valves of expression
Eyes
gently closed in invocation
Hands
holding an external exclamation
Lips
verbalize a vibration
His face shows years of creating
Tuffs of gray border brass
His body aged with intonation
Swaying swing
Sharing song
Spirits’ slang
Freedom from timidity
A story is spoken
With notes and love and soul
Sounds that paint a picture
Colors patch a canvas of cadence
Listen, see the psalm
Thank you trumpet man
Your vibrations reverberate
Pulsate
A
Universe of jazz
Equals Two
One plus one equals two
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Pi
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Physics
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E = MC²
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Calculus
Is God in math?
Everything we know about the universe
Is explained through equations
is math = to god?
Are numbers, gods gift to help us understand?
What a wonderful thought
Gods language expressed in equations.
In the beginning there was an equation
And all became known
Gravity follows an equation
What goes up math brings down
Equations determine the destiny of our universe
Determines you
You are here
Brouwer fixed point theorem
Essence of life explained with numbers
What numbers await you?
Could the big bang be one exploding equation?
A universe of math
You and I have been given
A portal to the mystery
One plus one equals you²
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Sentinel
Raindrops fall as if pint sized parachutes
Feet invade a lush universe
Beyond the stone wall (acting as the sentinel)
Sculptured with imagination
Moss sparkles with essence
Glows green as if plugged in
This carpet
So green
So moist
So cool
Masquerades my path in a hush
Twigs squint as I walk by
Raindrops gently bow my head
I’m humbled by this beauty
Aware am I, that this
This moment
Belongs to me
Absorbing this
Is life at its fullest
I thank the sentinel
A shepherd of this beauty
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A Face
There is a face etched in my mind
A face ever so kind
I spotted that face visiting my hometown
A face I have known for so long
Loving and gentle as a beautiful song
A moment in time oh so strong
Half a century passed like the mist of a white gown
I knew that smile, a circle came around
Now An old lady, still in my hometown
Same house
Same furniture
Pictures of her husband, long gone
Pictures of her children
Dusty
Cracked
Brown
Each picture reflects a life aging
Each picture reflects a love raging
Each picture reflects a moment in time
As a child we left with anxiety
Immigrated to a land across the sea.
Now, I’m still moved by her ageless face of love,
As She poured a cup of tea
with a symbol of a dove
She died soon after
But here is my thought
She left a legacy with just her smile
Her touch
Her love
Her care
How will we present the face we share
In 50 years will someone care
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A Reason for the Season
The holiday season is unique
Lively living with lights and laughter
Much to do about giving and love
I must add for me it’s a banquet of life
A celebration of family and friends
Even strangers become a delight
Memories are also part of this meal
Favorite gifts are ones not bought
Childhood thoughts are like dessert
sweet and sprinkled with melancholy
Things are missed this time of year
Wishing lost loved ones where once again here
Also missed is someone once held dear
Someone I talked to through out the year
For you see this season there is no Christ
Only stories and fables created by a few
He can not hear those sitting in a pew
We alone create this season of love
This helps me understand
A reason for the season
So be of good cheer
It’s amazing what stardust has made
In billions of years
Disarray
Disarray
The judge sentenced him
Like a wolf in a storm he stood alone
Now knowing he was the hunted
While in school
He navigated the dismay
In buildings that manifest the disarray
The community center’s padlocks
Expose a broken pledge
Yet the wolf knew where to play
Broken families manifest the disarray
He enters prison, modern and new
Guards salaries twice teachers’ pay
His prison family accepts him as prey
Society now stands in front of the judge
While leader packs look away
Feeding on those with green in their claws
And prisons manifest the disarray
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