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Monday, August 13, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 28


Smile Therapy 28

I am in smile therapy when
I ride my new
vintage Suburban Schwinn
at the beach and
at the perfect time, I witness
a father and his baby daughter
exchanging a lovingly beautiful smile--
pure, innocent love combined in
our five second connection.

My heart swelled and 
melted at the same time.
A memory
burned inside of me like the sunrise.
TJKG

Friday, August 10, 2012

OZ IN US.



Oz In Us

I love the
ruby slippers
you gave me.
I just love them.
And for those
unworn shoes,
(which fit my feet
perfectly)
your legs
deserve my hands
to push the
fluid from the
swollen home
of your ankles.
TJKG
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Monday, August 6, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 27




Smile Therapy 27

I am in smile therapy  when
I read this quote from the
Dalai Lama--
"Know the rules well, 
so you can break them effectively."
Seriously....I am smiling!
TJKG

Monday, July 30, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 26

Smile Therapy 26

I am in smile therapy
when I pour milk
into my coffee and a
tiny creamy heart
appears in my cup.

That is a message
from the universe.

TJKG

Monday, July 23, 2012

THERAPY 25- Quiet Aurora

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=poCw2CCrfzA&feature=relmfu 
Ophélie Gaillard, Bach
 Life times of loss.

Quiet Aurora

Yes...a poem,
an evening cello heaves,
as an old hand
carves
pain into music;
a young hand pulls the trigger
seizing souls.
Hearts weep in reprieve,
a dozen wooden coffins
we need at dawn.
Yes...a cello that drowns out the sorrow
of the grieving and the squawking of the NRA.
Yes...pain into music,
a poem, an eulogy,
a chorus of peaceful ache,
an arch of white angel wings.
TJKG

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT


Never seen anything like it...

You can walk to the next vacant house,
to the next vacant house, and to the next.
I peek through a picture window to
a fully furnished living room of worn furniture.
A gallery of broken memories display
faded pictures of family
from somewhere around 2010--
a census card curled in the door jam.
Bones for plants left to die in
bug infested windows;
it is odd as purple and yellow
wild flower take over in your front yard.
In this isolated community,
the people realize
you can't get out of God's country
without driving to the moon first.
It wears on you, so
you walk out onto the front porch
and simply lock the door behind you,
and not come back.
A wild idea
matching my broken heart.

TJKG

Monday, July 16, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 24


Smile Therapy 24

I am in smile therapy
when my daughter tells me
I should be in exaggeration therapy.
Real facts are
just not that exciting to me--
I LOVE climbing mountains,
picking hundreds of flowers,
living on the side of a cliff,
and dancing till the sun comes up.
TJKG

Wednesday, July 11, 2012

WILDFLOWERS AT MY BEDSIDE

My first few days in the breathtaking mountains have been glorious. Mother Earth's vision truly teaches our being perspective.


Wildflowers at My Bedside

My point of view is
higher than the cloud cover.
My elevation is
higher than the horizon.
My voice is
heard through the bird’s song.
My heart is
a flowing river through
the mountains of life.
TJKG

Monday, July 9, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 23

I am in smile therapy when
I travel
from the ocean surf to the
mighty turf of the mountains and


I am slowly awakened by the
silvery song of hundreds of birds.

I am also in smile therapy
when I have ginger cat cookies for people
with my morning coffee. (OH So Happy:)

TJKG

Saturday, July 7, 2012

THE SUN AND THE MOON ARE ONE

Today is my last day at the beach. I am humbled by the ocean air; I am honored to see the sun pop over the horizon. The elements are life changing for me.


The Sun and the Moon Are One

The rising legacy of sun; the falling full moon
orbit in the same magenta dome.
Orange moon rises; red sun sets--
time consumes like smoldering fire.
I bend my head, fill my lungs with ocean air,
and envelop the éclat of each turning death.
TJKG

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

A WALK ON THE BEACH


A Walk on the Beach

She switched.
Not a chair,
not for hot sand,
but for
her sanity.
TJKG

Monday, July 2, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 22

The only thing that separates us from the animal kingdom is our ability to accessorize. Steel Magnolias


Smile Therapy 22

I am in smile therapy
when I wear my
vintage plastic
beads to the beach
that I bought at a
thrift store with
my son.
TJKG

Friday, June 29, 2012

BLENDING

Simplicity and beauty in the moment.


Blending

Every morning, about this time,
a church resting about a mile from here,
rings their bells. A lawn of
apple trees, heavy with fruit,
bless the manicured grass.
Colliding pregnant clouds
mosaic the rich blue of the sky.

The church structured from
gray rectangular bricks,
planks of hard wood,
a black medieval door, a steeple
housing the flared dome of vertical music,
all equally rich in their tone,
know nothing is permanent.

When it's breezy, as it is this morning,
I can hear the echo of the bells,
a practiced toll
whispering your name in my body,
allowing me to believe in
the beauty of the universe.

I am drinking red wine in bed,
knowing the breeze this morning,
with you--
sharing the dance of church bells
feeling the damp changing air
warm, kind mottled earth,
visiting my square window.

Under the white sheets,
the downy-soft cream of feathers,
I watch you,
as you
slowly, as to not miss the silky bouquet
of swaying berries drawn to your lips, and
shimmering tendrils worship
your regal purple cheek bones,
laying in lassitude, I am
struck by being a woman.
TJKG 4-2011

Monday, June 25, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 21

Count the bottles and be proud. D.S.


Smile Therapy 21

I am in smile therapy
when my friend needs to
add extra shots
of vodka to her
Skinny Girl Pina Colada
to make it taste better.

I don't think I need to
say anything else about
the irony of adding calories.
TJKG-

Friday, June 22, 2012

ALL QUIET DESIRE

All Quiet Desire is inspired by the icon Misia. She lived in Paris in the 30's and was a patron of the arts, matchmaker, taste-maker, collector, muse. Misia Sert, née Godebska, Queen of Paris, was the most sought after face of her time.



All Quiet Desire

Paris was truly the brash, beating heart of the art world--
through heady eras—and across timeless disciplines;
a found masterpiece saved from anonymity--
a fierce enigmatic woman left behind--
a coveted affair with charisma and beauty,
each turning avenue owning a breath of her life.

And in every light—her black-eyed charm danced
at the piano, on the porch,
having breakfast of croissant and black coffee.
A keen ear for avant-garde talent, and
her magnetic allure moved others
to create near her, or for her, or about her.
Her sweet and shy lover fell hardest;
now a mourner brooding in a corner,
the need to be artist gone absurd.

She wanted the moon to find a painted face to
leave shadows in time’s memories. She needed
endless hours in the middle of the night to create.
She wanted her grave to be filled with weeping roses,
to let allusion to be one of the weepers.
Obsession weighs more than her flesh and bones.
A hot criminal of illustrious intentions,
each resurrection sordid, a thrashing end, all
became a trove of material picked over by the needy.
Postcard-size letters, scraps of time, disregarded
crumbs of hope, little bits of a human’s soul
in a tender ode to an all quiet desire.
TJKG 6-20-2012

Monday, June 18, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 20


A laugh is a smile that bursts. Mary H. Waldrip




Smile Therapy 20

I am in smile therapy
when I watch laugh
lines on a sun-kissed face
erupt into white
star bursts around
the eyes of my friend.

I am in smile therapy
on the first day of
summer vacation. Yea!
TJKG

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

THE BREVITY OF MY LOOKING GLASS

The image of our self begins as vanity and merges with maturity. As the viewer who interprets the image, a symbolic duality merging with the self is recognized. Picasso once said-- Are we to paint what's on the face, what's inside the face, or what's behind it? We must feel and be affected by the art of words and embrace the changes presented in life.

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The Brevity of My Looking Glass

I want you
in my hands,
for my limbs feel heavy
as I cannot see you
in the Venus of my
chambered fate.
I cannot feel the
tranquility of you;
I cannot see the
pearl of your soul
through my
secretly desired window.

Your flowered perfume--
I am holding hostage
in the blood of me.
For you my lover,
my body is starved
by the vitality of you,
by the portrait of you,
by the worldliness of you,
by the desire of one.

I gaze as a silent
witness at your
mortality through
my looking mirror;
youth’s summer vanity stored
in the boudoir of my
past. A cascade
of merging truth in the illusion
of the night, a slipping
recline of fluid slumber,
a waking climax of reality.

TJKG 6-12-12

Monday, June 11, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 19

 
                                                              Photo-TJKG

Smile Therapy 19

I am smile therapy
when my friend's dog
intuitively understands
the need to stay cool
on a 95 degree day.

Sit and just be;
smile at the simplicity
of living.

TJKG

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

LONGING FOR WHOLENESS

I believe we accumulate life in the chambers of our heart. It is there I found inspiration and the complexity of what longing for wholeness in love is.

Internal and external are ultimately one. When you no longer perceive the world as hostile, there is no more fear, and when there is no more fear, you think, speak and act differently. Love and compassion arise, and they affect the world.
Eckhart Tolle



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Longing for Wholeness

I do not love you in a way that is recognizable;
I love you in a way that does not appreciate words.

Love lives in the innocence of breath, the daemon of eyes,
the pierce of the unseen, the pleasure in the purity of pain.

My voice with an unselfish, loyal,
and benevolent concern
shakes from the madness of the gods,
aches from the basilisk bite,
hastens the ego of death’s drive,
the psychic desire for interconnection
wrestles with my wondering,
and pines for the interaction
with a peaceful sentient being.

While sitting patiently on the wings of my peripheral vision,
love’s purity is stolen from my pulse, and disguised as something else.

As an architect of my own despair,
my love is oddly drawn and shot into heartbreak.

Let Eros’ wings be free from the shackles of my memory,
free from the burden of fault, free from Cupid’s arrow,
resting poignantly deep in my bloody bones’ marrow.
TJKG  6-5-12

Monday, June 4, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 18

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true” Lyman Frank Baum

L.Macht

Smile Therapy 18


I am in smile therapy
when I look to the
sky and see a halo
around the sun--
hexagonal ice crystals
refracting light and
giving me the gift
of a circular rainbow
known as a sun-dog.
The exquisite parhelion
reminds us to reflect
on the brilliance of the
complexity of the earth
and the cosmos--
fire and water,
ice and heat--
harmoniously coexisting
in the perfect dance
to create beauty.
TJKG

Thursday, May 31, 2012

A STONE'S WEIGHT

He among you who is without sin, let him first cast a stone upon her.”
John 8:7



A Stone's Weight


A private conviction,
a public persecution.

Ignorance was the rock
laced with anger’s fingerprints
hammering down on
delicate living tissue
sealing the blasphemy of
a hand’s fate.

(Are we governed by god or devil?
Are we lifted by hand or conscience?)

Put another stone
on the dignity of my breast;
I need more weight
until I can feel the truth--
I want to taste the gravity
of your haste.

Peine forte et dure--
(hard and forceful punishment)

Hand-prints left as
fossil bones in stone;
feudal memories
destroy thoughts
and their
heresy like a
double-edged sword.
TJKG

Monday, May 28, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 17

Happy Memorial Day-- Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland



Smile Therapy 17

I am in smile therapy
when I turn off my street
and I see my neighbor
attempting to
mow his lawn with
his weed whacker.

I am in smile therapy
when I hike with
my friend and play
in a waterfall
on a beautiful
sunny day in the
Poconos.
TJKG

Thursday, May 24, 2012

AUTHENTIC INSPIRATION

Where does the fragile yet pliable language of art reside? I, as a writer, believe art in all forms has a universal consciousness. Living inside the soul of an artist, an image begins, this idea germinates and evolves to a moment where the internal world can no longer house its need, and art is born. Born of its own cognition. I wrote Authentic Inspiration by my need to string words together to form the intimate language of poetry. TJKG


Authentic Inspiration

The beginning of life blooms
a promise of fragile inspiration,

just as you are.

An organic pattern of
self-proclaimed truth, the extraordinary

without meekness,
a medium mistress.

A muse nibbles around natural control,
driven into crazy consummation,

a passionate kiss.
However slight,

the shadows are following you,
a comeuppance of neglected memory—

as you try to create a silhouette to hide,
the gray outline is what haunts you.

You can’t silence yourself from me.
You can’t escape your mind of me.

The apothecary of the brain
creates primary shades of realities like

our memories, like our bodies; we return
to dust after we slide into death’s façade.

It is not life or death, it is all life.

Or is it a simple stand for a painted canvas, a portrait
of a face that can surrender to the allusion of

horror or eternal beauty.

The indescribable mania of authentic inspiration
each time happiness settles in the green of your bones;

your art is the one breath forbidden to be taken and yet

you breathe.

TJKG

Monday, May 21, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 16

I'm not offended by all the dumb-blonde jokes because I know that I'm not dumb. I also know I'm not blonde. ~Dolly Parton


Smile Therapy 16

I am in smile therapy when
I was driving my daughter to school today,
and she looks at me with that all knowing look of
a ten year old...
I look at her and say,
"What?" Cause I have seen the look before--
like when I am dancing in the kitchen to Justin Bieber.
Unacceptable for sure.
She says,
"Aren't you embarrassed by THAT gray hair on your head?"
I respond like a good mother.
"No."(well maybe a little)
"We all get older,
and with that we get gray, but don't worry
I am going today to get it colored."
She looked ahead to her elementary school and said,
"Good thing,
and I want you to know...
I will never let my hair get gray."

From the smiling mouths of babes.
TJKG

Thursday, May 17, 2012

A SWELL IN THE THROAT

“The hawk with talent hides its talons” unknown


A Swell in the Throat

In the kindness of the word,
the tenderness of the voice,
kind is harder to swallow
than the harshness of hurt.

I know the tone, I know the
tremble which calls from
a place unknown, a voice burrowed
deep in the well of my soul.

The curse is a swell in the throat,
a heart locked into a pulsing silence,
a dream that seems surreal,and
a flower lost to the spring equinox.

I am connected to the recollection when
distance is thick like midnight water,
hope lost to the storm of hurt, and
the calloused words of forgiveness repeat.

My past is mixed with the other side,
blending a visceral memory living in me.
And as I look out the freshly cleaned window,
I see someone that reminds me of me.
TJKG

Monday, May 14, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 15

                Complete peace equally reigns between 2 mental waves. Swami Sivananda


Smile Therapy 15

I am in smile therapy
when each of my children
sits and shares
their life with me.

I am in smile therapy
when each of my kids
goes to school
even after a
beautiful
Mother's Day.
TJKG

Sunday, May 13, 2012

MOTHER'S DAY--SEMANTRON HEART

In a moment of faith, I hear our mother's voice guiding our actions with compassion. It is a blessing of truth to be given the gift of mothering.


Semantron Heart

Far away
church bells

balance on
ribbons of wind--

the ambiance of
your voice,

"Mother"--

echo in the
sanctum of each
touch,

breath in the
nave of
your soul’s
elevation,

floating upon
the intonation of
wisdom,

living in the
flute
of our passing
narrative.
TJKG

Friday, May 11, 2012

THE IRONY OF MARILYN

The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
Audrey Hepburn


The Irony of Marilyn

You
remind me of
a little girl who
has a need
to be
held
like a bunch of wild flowers.
You
are a
woman who has an
insurmountable want
to be
held tight by certain
hands--palms
infused with freedom
as you
play in the
harvest grass
of passion's impulse.

TJKG

Monday, May 7, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 14

The image of this smiling Buddha is enough to put me in a place of peace and bliss.
And maybe giggle a little that we are all sharing the same universe staring at the same moon.

Better than a thousand hollow words, is one word that brings peace.
Buddha



Smile Therapy 14

I am in smile therapy,
even on Monday, as
the world continues
to rotate with the rhythm
of the fullest moon.
TJKG

Friday, May 4, 2012

MAY DAY

"Do I still enter the avenue of your yesterday... Where we kissed in boulevard of broken dreams...Do you still call my name silently in the corners of your mind...Can you still paint my face in the crossroads of today?... in spite the long and winding road to Oblivion...you are to me beyond all my heart can hold....you are silently beyond forgetting." H. Ramos


May Day

Under the many moons of Mars,
I keep slipping back in time, searching for
that moment where I knew nothing
other than you.

If I would have known
our ruddy world
was written as a
burning love sonnet
by some famous poet—
for you to win the honor
of a heroine—

I would have graced more
of our memories;
I would have repeated your
tender words,
illuminated the silk of
your hair captured in
my constellation,
sculpted in marble
the curl of your shoulder,
shared
the music of your laughter.
I would have scored you to my soul,
imprinted
the dusk of your touch
into the rhythm of my step.

I would have
kept Mars alive, an unveiling
captured in a telepathic locket,
our globe elevated
over our
hearts, our green
love story whispered
across one night’s sky, as
our universe is lost to a
falling star.
TJKG

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

YOU LOOK LIKE A WOMAN CAUGHT

“To all the girls that think you’re fat because you’re not a size zero, you’re the beautiful one, its society who’s ugly.”
― Marilyn Monroe



You Look Like a Woman Caught

She looks like a woman caught
unaware by a camera
as she walks through life
as her own private muse;
an esoteric beauty glowing
through her reclusive truth.
This woman wants to feel beautiful
by the simple act of allowing
herself to be loved.
She is someone in the
transition from blur
to focus.

Her high black heels
tied around her neck,
a shortened skirt,
a gutted suitcase, the
unabashed pleasure of
chocolate and smokes.
Her red lipstick,
Chanel No. 5 perfume,
dancing every Thursday
as tea candles burn
the pink of her flesh,
a kilo of coded barbed wire,
ignominy mirrored in
this woman’s mind.
Beauty and depth, she insinuates,
occupies the dark years,
and now the sky is less dark
with smoke and mirrors,
and eluded captures.

She puts on a kind of show,
jumping from a staged warplane,
free falling and hearing
slightly in the distance,
the discipline of a knotted cane,
"someone was beaten,”
says the rising echoes of the wind.
This voice ricocheted from
the clamoring of beauty’s chains--
The silent sound of women’s
hearts remembering
as they are
beating, beating, beating.
TJKG

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Monday, April 30, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 13

“It is better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not.”
― André Gide


Smile Therapy 13

I am in smile therapy
when my girls are doing
the dishes
more often because
I have started
doing them less.

I am in smile therapy
when I dance to Madonna's
song Vogue in my kitchen
with my friends and my kids.

I am in smile therapy
when I get to spend
a Sunday afternoon
in the sun and
dream about the
surf curling over
the sand.
TJKG
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.”
― Dr. Seuss

Saturday, April 28, 2012

MY DEAR,

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. ~Kahlil Gibran


My Dear,

Do you know
what you
could have had
until you don’t have it?
The stroll under the
urban sunset,
a dream falling to less of a dream,
and more of a stark reality.
Do you know
what you had now
that you don’t have it?
I am flanked in between
the moments between moments.
When is the time
the right time?
Do you know,
as my hand reaches for your
hand,
the linking of four finger
interwoven in four fingers is a
privileged
connection--
more private than a slow dance,
hotter than the door handle to hell.

TJKG

Monday, April 23, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 12

Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night. ~Rainer Maria Rilke


Smile Therapy 12

I am in smile therapy
when driving behind a
truck that sets
free a pink snowstorm
of cherry blossoms.

I am in smile therapy
when I hear drops of
spring rain tapping
on my side walk releasing
the familiar
scent of the earth.
TJKG

Thursday, April 19, 2012

THE MUSIC OR THE WORDS?

“Music is the art of thinking with sounds.” Jules Combarieu



The Music or The Words?


Burning, grinding,
slipping of steel linked
chain, cranked
down by the strength
of blue porcelain
hands.

The tufted cape of
crimson velvet
dances across the
theatrical stage of
opposing faiths.
The posterity
of a librettist’s opera.

Our script was
tangled in the
ardent drum
of scored
stars;
a forgotten kiss
wins
the unswerving need
for connection.

Do you remember the
moment when
we were weightless,
slipping effortlessly
between worlds?


Attending our opening,
we read a history of
words
written across the
musical
lines of our time.
"Tramontate, stelle! All'alba, vincerò!"
(Fade, you stars! At dawn, I will win!)
Puccini's Turandot
TJKG

Monday, April 16, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 11

Support organ donation. www.donors1.org You can't take them with you.

Smile Therapy 11

I am in smile therapy
after I ran a 5K
in 39 minutes and
did not
feel like a twisted
barbie afterwards.

I am in smile therapy
when I know I can
support OUR world
and use change and
awareness to
make a difference.
TJKG

Friday, April 13, 2012

A WINTER'S STONE

What you are is what you have been.
What you'll be is what you do now.
Buddha 624-543BC



He is a wise man who does not grieve for the things he has not,
but rejoices for those which he has.
Epictetus 55 - 135


A Winter's Stone

My heart weeps in
the consequence of
my decision.
A winter’s stone, a deep
question, a flower filled
with ethereal reason.
My heart is swollen,
beating only to the words
you speak to me;
my pulse is threaded with blood
slowly bleeding into my vision.
A race, a game, a duty,
a chandelier’s warmth illuminating
the path of a painter's immortality,
lost in her pensive Paris.
Sketches and scores of her face
drawing the essence of
black or white,
needing the velvet of the
purled pigment to
capture the slip between
stolen moments.
My heart finds
the lines of your mind’s wings
draping over my shoulders
and guiding my fingers to
your portrait.
I wait for you to restore me
to my heart
as you are my mentor and
I am life’s humble apprentice.
TJKG

Monday, April 9, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 10

love builds up the broken wall
and straightens the crooked path.
love keeps the stars in the firmament
and imposes rhythm on the ocean tides
each of us is created of it
and I suspect
each of us was created for it
--Maya Angelou



Smile Therapy 10

I am in smile therapy
as I dance in
the cold surf as the
warm sun
rises above, pulling
the smile from inside me.

I am in smile therapy
when I feel my heart
pounding;
I count my blessings by
the number of smiling angels
I have built around me.
TJKG

Saturday, April 7, 2012

ODE TO MY RESURRECTION

Faithfulness to the past can be a kind of death above ground. Writing of the past is a resurrection; the past then lives in your words and you are free.
Jessamyn West



Ode to My Resurrection

The other day,
minutes before the day fell
into black night,
I spoke to my resurrection:
White lotus rise from mud,
child rise from the primordial ocean,
woman nourish from pagan grass,
phoenix rise from sovereign ash.
My soul’s entombment resurges
in the moment of the rising of
something once dead.

Friday, April 6, 2012

THE BRIDGE CAUGHT FIRE

“Breath is the bridge which connects life to consciousness, which unites your body to your thoughts.” Thich Nhat Hanh

                                                                                       photo:T.Kraft
The Bridge Caught Fire

She saw me laughing
just on the other side
of his confused memory.
She saw me laughing
and questioned the
surging floods, the deprived tides,
the darting fish, and
slow drinking cranes.
There was not enough time for rain
to return to water to continue to nourish
the flow under the bridge or put out the fire.
(The connection senses eroding years,
slowly decomposing marred minutes,
charred wood, and fractured hourglasses
of life’s sandy moments.)
He saw me laughing
just on the other side
of what was once a bridge arching over
the vein of the river which has now
boiled into a desert.
Fossils of past actions
scattered in the dried
crevasses of a foolish passage,
reminding the laughter
of evaporating tears.
The souls stand alone on
a once fluid shore,
two sides face each other,
love four feet deep in stone;
elephant bones erect as pedestals
like stalemate chess pieces,
solitary pilings, or a
trunk-less support;
a gate-less graveyard of history remains.
He saw me laughing and she
did not know
our bridge was once a gateway
between each others homes.

Monday, April 2, 2012

SMILE THERAPY 9

Sometimes life is just funny!

If you don't learn to laugh at trouble, you won't have anything to laugh at when you're old. Edgar Watson Howe

Smile Therapy 9


I am in smile therapy
when an elderly lady says to me,
as I stand behind her
in the grocery store
check out line,

"You can jump me!!"

Our eyes connect and
I slip in front of her,
her face the shade of
a red rose, and she says,

"Ohh, maybe I shouldn't
have you jump me,"


realizing the implications
of her own startling statement.

She starts to giggle.
I start to giggle, and
she says as I am
about to leave,

"Now don't go jumping
other customers in
other lines."


Now that is smile therapy.

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