Ever glowing orange
sun dips below horizon,
always moving on,
How many trips ’round the Sun
before I become
spirit without bones?
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cfblack, 4-7-2022
Angel Oak
March 18, 2022Oh the things I’ve seen!
My arms reach out to embrace
all those who come here.
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GRANDKIDS
March 13, 2022Grandkids coming to our house,
little pieces of our DNA
molded into their own
hodge-podge of continents,
movements of peoples,
hunter-gatherers who traveled to parts unknown
settled all over the world.
Their footsteps, their journeys, appear in our chromosomes
and tell our family’s story.
cfblack, 03-13-2022
Blessed are:
February 11, 2022
The poor in spirit,
those who mourn,
the meek
and the merciful,
Those who hunger,
the pure in heart,
those who search for righteousness,
Blessed are the peacemakers,
for they are the sons of God,
Bless all those persecuted,
they are the light of all,
Nothing is hid that shall not be known,
No secret is kept forever,
When a lamp is lit in a darkened room
The warmth makes all things better.
(Matthew 5)
cfblack 2-11-2022
Jim’s poem
February 3, 2022Christmas, O’Christmas!
The day is finally here!
Silent nights and gift-filled mornings
And Wassails of good cheer
The mayhem of this season
Should make a sane one wonder why
Be that as it may, Merry Christmas to all
from a Jew and a Baha’i.
Stay warm
January 13, 2022Stay warm,drink a coffee,
or better, hot chocolate,
Stay warm,
pull a blanket up over your feet,
Make a toast to the coldness of Winter
in a southern house
with no insulation,
Stay warm,
and dream of Springtime coming,
the birds will wake you up at dawn,
Stay warm for now, and go to bed early,
Two bodies are always
warmer than one.
cfblack 01-13-2022
Winter haiku
December 21, 2021Clouds dark and heavy
drop their glittery magic
in the form of snow.
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Fall haiku
December 6, 2021Late Fall, when the trees
lay their skirt upon the ground,
Protect roots from cold.
Sometimes I see her
November 7, 2021Sometimes I see her sitting
in the gravel driveway,
Picking out her favorite rocks,
The ones she finds unique,
playing with baby sister’s bottle,
Crawling around pretending,
making cards for family
coloring napkins in the “sunroom”,
I see her spend hours arranging her dolls,
Making up stories of their lives,
riding her bike in the neighborhood
To find a tree to climb,
I see her reading Nancy Drew
Or Superman comics in her room,
Playing her transistor radio
dancing dancing dancing,
She thinks deeply,
likes spending time alone,
I know her.
She is me.
- cfblack, 11-7-2021
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