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Being You

    You can’t Look up

    While looking

    Down.
    Up is hope

    Light, blue

    Warming too.
    Down is down

    Deep, like glue

    It holds and 

    Folds

    Until you don’t

    Know who.
    But in between

    Whether day

    Or night

    Look up 

    And down

    And East

    And West

    Stand tall

    And bend to test

    Are you you?

    Neither up or down

    Is best. You can’t
    Look up
    While looking
    Down.

    Up is hope
    Light, blue
    Warming too.

    Down is down
    Deep, like glue
    It holds and
    Folds
    Until you don’t
    Know who.

    But in between
    Whether day
    Or night
    Look up
    And down
    And East
    And West
    Stand tall
    And bend to test
    Are you you?
    Neither up or down
    Is best.You can’t
    Look up
    While looking
    Down.

    Up is hope
    Light, blue
    Warming too.

    Down is down
    Deep, like glue
    It holds and
    Folds
    Until you don’t
    Know who.

    But in between
    Whether day
    Or night
    Look up
    And down
    And East
    And West
    Stand tall
    And bend to test
    Are you you?
    Neither up or down
    Is best.

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    Counting

    1

    Living, outliving

    Statistical

    Miracle

    2

    Preached by

    Dr. Benjamin Mays

    “It does not particular’ matter…”

    It matters to me

    Now

    When that magnet

    In the sky

    Settles on me.

    Or misses like the drone

    Dropped near the skier

    I follow the news

    While making it

    NYTimes

    Have plenty of ink

    Roll presses?

    Not yet I think

    Just get ready

    I tell myself

    I want to know

    If we can go

    14 light years away

    To another world

    On a new day

    3

    Not enough sand in an hourglass

    Not enough sea glass on the beach

    Not enough hands on the clock

    Not enough joy

    In the world

    4

    Under

    What’s under

    The sea?

    Below the surface

    Roots

    And history

    5

    It’s all here

    Going round and round

    Spinning and mixing the people

    Blending new

    Some with, without shoes

    Clay on a wheel

    Build or collapse

    Make new

    Be bold

    That is the goal

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    "Sharing"

    “Teach”

    When the sun goes down
    And guns come out
    Your sons are not alone
    They have the right
    They own the gun.
    .
    Did your grand father
    Gift the gun
    Were lessons learned
    To hunt, to shoot
    Down the prey with prayer?
    Like father, like son?
    .
    Teach your sons
    What a real man offers
    A welcome hand
    Extended, open in the sun
    White to black
    Man to Man
    Without a gun.

    Content

    My writings on Narcissus, Hibiscus and Mandrake are meant to be shared. The first sixty poems are the unpublished book of the same name. The poems were written over a period of many months, beginning with the dark and ending with hope. Each section deals with parts of my history.  There may be enough in common with others to be interesting. The art works are either my own creativity or something I own unless noted differently. After a long period of only blogging on leartisteboots.wordpress.com/ my recent poems are the emotion related to the killing of Treyvon Martin and resulting verdict.  I paint when things are going well, and write when they are topsy-turvy.

    Note:

    The title of the book (and blog) was researched in a book of flowers, their origins and relationships. I started with Narcissus because as a child we forced the bulbs in a Sunday School project. I did this while putting the book together from scraps of silent screaming. Photos of the bulbs in stages accompany the writing. Other plants are related: okra, hibiscus among them. Mandrake was described as a tree found (at that time ) only in Florida. It has a hard, brown bark and is “one of a kind.”   These descriptions were perfect for the design of the material. Enjoy

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    "My Lips to God's Ear"

    Painting by B. W. Harwell

    No Conversation
    To those seeking a ‘conversation’

    I don’t want to talk
    I am all talked out
    The questions you ask
    Asked and answered
    My throat is dry red

    I cannot talk
    I am all talked out
    I told it all
    When Kennedy died
    When Martin died
    And all the lynchings
    I talked of murder
    I spoke of fear.
    My throat is dry red.

    I am all talked out
    I can talk no more
    I answered the questions
    So long ago
    When little boys came
    To curse my boy
    With language from home
    Too young to know the fear
    Of guns, hanging and drowning
    But the boy becomes the man
    One more man with a gun
    Why are you here?
    I told you why
    Because I have a right!
    What’s your problem?

    I cannot talk with tears
    I cannot speak with cracked lips
    I must lay it down
    I have spoken to the wind
    This time no talk
    I long for peace

    Now
    You take the time to teach
    You move that crushing stone
    You search the dead heart
    You hold the bullet
    You want the ballot
    You own the gun
    You change the laws

    I am weary
    I will not speak
    I can act though tired
    I will give voice
    But no longer speak.

     (Painting, From My Lips to God’s Ear, oil on canvas)

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    "Ugly Inside"If I could

    I would share your burden

    I  would take your worries

    as mine

    I would remove your cares

    and your tears.

    .

    If I could

    I would understand

    I would hear your fears

    I would stand in your shoes

    .

    I would

    if I could.

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    we are all connected

    we shine as individuals

    we are sunburst

    when one

    .

    three peas in a pod

    and wild onions

    .

    life is sweet candy

    enjoy slowly

    .

    the trees speak to me

    the new colors

    make me smile

    .

    storms clean the air

    but tornadoes wreck

    lives

    .

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    Flags


    Driving to work
    My corner eye
    Turned to my flag.

    Early unfurling
    At the top 
    Of its pole.

    Colors blurred
    In a sea
    Of tears,
    Unexpected emotion
    So early in my day
    A sign to stop.

    Slow down
    Salute the beauty
    Enjoy the flags
    Then go your way.


    Sent from my iPad

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    "Daisy Chain".

    why is there a

    black-eyed susan

    in the Daisy Chain?

    .

    Gardens favor

    flowers over

    peas and corn

    .

    butterflies

    and sunken

    gardens glow

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    the trunk bed’s

    the perfect place

    to watch the comet’s

    trail.

    .

    they televised the

    aurora borealis

    and

    it looked nothing like

    I  had imagined.

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    "Welcome"

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