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Thursday, March 29, 2012

THREE VAGABONDS

“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the
things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines.
Sail away from the safe harbor.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover.”
- Mark Twain, Author



Three Vagabonds

A rolling suitcase, an expert.
A carry on, an observer.
A pillowcase, a dreamer.

A yellow sun is bonding

three vagabonds descending
life’s driveway, blending in

with the green budding trees,
a thin layer of chartreuse pollen blanketing
the intimate scent of mother earth.

A Southern morning breeze;
we three are
caught in the heart of the gospel.

Across the street Jesus shares

the Sunday ministry, a pulsing life
packed in the Georgian-laden pews,
we are joined and soon to be parted.

He is you
and we are him,
secured in the belt
of the love you live.

You tame and cultivate;
he surges and excites.

We are a beautiful combination of magi’s energy.

One watcher,
one lover,
one believer.
TJKG

Monday, March 26, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 8

in Just-- spring when the world is mud-- luscious the little lame balloonman whistles far and wee
e e cummings


Smile Therapy 8

I am in smile therapy
while playing in the warm
spring rain, smelling
the breath of
hyacinths in the quiet
wisps of clean air.

I am in smile therapy
while watching my
laughing child
as she swings
on a home-made
rope swing.
TJKG

Thursday, March 22, 2012

MODERN DAY ESPIONAGE


Modern Day Espionage

Warm sun sits on top of goose bumps,
nerves reverberate inside steel drums,
trapped screams ricocheting, searching

for the sliver of dusty light that punctures
the black ceiling; thoughts banging on the inside
of metal doors, drained flesh luring tenderness

and tanned radiance. Iced water spirals down
into a fiery stomach extinguishing the
past holidays and petty gifts; an exchange

of forgotten trinkets and lockets filled with
photographic memories. Time revives seizures
in my psyche leaving burns on my chills.

Temptation is ignited by someone
who understand what temptation is
all the while calming the spasm in my soul.
TJKG

Monday, March 19, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 7

I had a little get away to Georgia to visit with my dear friend. You never know what life has in store for your smile therapy.


Smile Therapy 7

I am smile therapy
when I am exploring
vacant houses drinking
red wine. Seriously!

I am even in smile therapy
when a Georgian black bug
flies up
inside my pant leg and
dines.

I am in smile therapy
when I am at the Jeju
spa and a tiny Korean
woman
scrubs the dirt out of
my pores.
TJKG

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

RAIN ON A FUNERAL DAY IS NEVER IRONIC

Make sure you leave your mark.
“The bitterest tear shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone”
                                                                                 Harriet Beecher Stowe

Rain on a Funeral Day is Never Ironic


Fat rain drops snap on metal window sill;
wet life touches each green sprig emerging.
Shakespeare was reborn to stage the scene
of a day when death will be celebrated.

Chirping birds seem not to notice
the swollen tears of human defeat.
What is life?
Song?
Pruning?
Speckled blue eggs? And
flying off to an inevitable death.

Heavy storms cleanse
our losses and births purple crocus--
one stable rock, pastel brown dirt, emerging leaves on an oak tree,
ten thousand washes, the falling of salt, the release of sin, the mourning cloak;
one drop at a time, each will descend from the widening sky
of blue,
gray,
black, and white.

Finality creates a memory, a memorial
written in square roman letters
(dating a beginning and an end)
starting and returning to one’s given name.
TJKG

Monday, March 12, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 6

Smile therapy is found on the inside and spread in the smile. Test it on someone today, and leave a comment with me.

Wrinkles should merely indicate where smiles have been. ~Mark Twain


Smile Therapy 6

I am in smile therapy
when I see the infectious
nature of a smile,
birds chirping at dawn
ignoring daylight's
saving time.

I am in smile therapy
knowing a smile can
grow from the inside out.
A smile can shadow a cautious
bitter heart
to a warm hand of sun.
TJKG

Thursday, March 8, 2012

I AM THE FLAME

Words are only painted fire; a look is the fire itself.
Mark Twain



I Am the Flame

I am the flame
no one wants to touch.
Am I the fire, or the moth?
I am the flame that might burn you
if you come too close.
Am I the flame, or the fire?
I will set fire to the pain in you,
releasing
your dancing blaze,
forcing you to
let out the truth and sear
into you the reasons
why people are devoted to you.
And if you won’t come close,
I know you know fear, and if
you do come close,
and if you can smell the smolder,
and you are willing
to come into the
the orange and red
wild licking flames,
I will taste you
and consume you, and mark you,
and leave you
as a living burning inferno of truth.
I am the ember which ignites
the fire within you,
a flare-up from risk,
a comfort from warmth.
I am the glow you feel long
after cool night has come, a silent sun
overturned, an order demanding
yourself to breathe;
the rebirth of a phoenix
embedded with scars,
a cremation of hate, and the gray ash of love.
TJKG

Monday, March 5, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 5

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
Oscar Wilde



Smile Therapy 5

I am in smile therapy
when I buy a box of
Good and Plenty and
inside are the hot pink
and white liquorish
tubes of love bringing me
right back to
choo-choo Charlie.

I am in smile therapy
when I take a hot bath
of lavender and Epsom
salt and I slip into the
ether's of steam
and dream.

TJKG