BBB Poem 85

I reach out to nowhere
Not knowing what to touch
I collect scraps and tit-bits
Yet squander so much

I wave a hand at the dark
Not knowing the friend
I undo words, letters also
I undo, to hold back at the end

I am no different
To millions, zillions of men
All who suffered heartbreak
And now gravitate to zen

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BBB Poem 84

I take myself off
To places I’ve never been
I read of our song
So what does it mean

At six in the morning
Already three times awake
Pretty pictures rolling
I think of River Erme intake

From where water was drawn
But at what cost
Where the puppet was played
While the true love was lost

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BBB Poem 83

It’s five-thirty-seven
And the shoulder is sore
I view pictures of brethren
And read words for the shore

Those sands which I walked on
As the sun was to rise
Those steady foot settlements
To feel love, love in those eyes

The door is open
The curtains are drawn
Autumn is the season
And the leaves are shorn

I didn’t mean to reason
I didn’t mean to fawn
I just made mistakes
On the day of the dawn

Like a wheel that turns
With direction unknown
Begging for forgiveness
As you carry the thorn

Nipping, and nattering
And callously borne
Shifting, and shattering
The truth in her eyes

Hoping, yer clattering
So close to despise
Helplessly flattered
By your half-way disguise

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BBB Poem 82

Where is the frustration
Where is the loss
What makes the dreams
Which sources to emboss

In hope is their certain despair
Being alone are we bound to share
With the past is the present
Pour the ladle in effortless pairs

Rides at the fairground
Drinks in the bar
Sad nights at football
Pushing for a step too far

Turning to faith
With an explorers mind
There for the joy of examination
And the diamonds to find

To swirl as in orbit
Or simply to sit and stare
To meditate on peace
And silently be there

With the hope of a song
As beauty walks by
To know of a truth
By having known the lie

Where is the reality
And where is the fake
Here with my own faith
To riddle, to rake

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BBB Poem 81

In the hours
Before the morning light
With time alone
To fall and rise

With time alone
And darkness there
To settle back
Except for pain
Free to stare

Half awake now
With the tea
I share my thoughts
My hopes for me

The certainty
The sanctuary
The beauty
The love

I splashed in rivers
I walked in parks
I climbed mountains
I’m up for the larks

My mind does wander
That much is true
Nostalgia and reverie
To remember but the few

And the many
Who have joined this faith
Not always, or forever
Yet for the meanwhile
We carried the staff

Lived many ways
With tears and smiles
Before the day
And the hours of miles

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