Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Monday, January 5, 2009

FIREWORKS IN COASTAL FOG, CRESCENT CITY, CALIFORNIA

FIREWORKS IN COASTAL FOG, CRESCENT CITY, CALIFORNIA A distant boom, A streak of fire up into the night, then gone, lost in the fog that hangs over the coast. The shell bursts, loud report, clouds glow briefly in the colors of the fire they try in vain to hide like the fog of this world trying to... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

DREAMING OF CATCH IN THE CANDLESTICK PARK OUTFIELD

DREAMING OF CATCH IN THE CANDLESTICK PARK OUTFIELD A door opens: And I’m on the centerfield warning track at Candlestick in the heyday of Mays and McCovey. This cannot be – I am as I am now, middle aged, dressed like this; these heroes are old men, and only football is played here now. Neither is... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 23, 2008

SCATTERED CLOUDS, CLEARING BY AFTERNOON

SCATTERED CLOUDS, CLEARING BY AFTERNOON He paints the clouds with a delicate wordbrush, speaking them into being across the blue canvas sky. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, December 7, 2008

POET’S FRUSTRATION

POET’S FRUSTRATION Love, the great inspiration of poets everywhere, has come to me; but, alas, the time that love devours for its good and growth fills my hours, keeping me from capturing those mighty words that portray her glories and joys. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, December 2, 2008

WRITER'S BLOCK

WRITER’S BLOCK Poetry is a vehicle for God. It is time for the vehicle to travel. God waits for me to find the keys. I know they’re here somewhere. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 1, 2008

Santa Meets a Marine

This came to me from a friend. The original was untitled, except as given. New Christmas Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I LOOKED... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 23, 2008

EARLY MAY THUNDERSTORM

EARLY MAY THUNDERSTORM In silent meditation I sat, strangely aware of the greatness of Your power. Then I walked outside to behold it in the dusk: in the splendor of the clouds, in the fading red sunset, in the silent flashes of sheet lightning playing low in the eastern and northern skies like the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 16, 2008

THRESHOLD

THRESHOLD Looking over the edge of today, watching yesterdays recede into then like the statures of childhood, sizes we can never again be, all that we once were that we shall be no more, stripped of was, waiting for the robes of will be, we stand, naked, gazing in wonder as future emerges slowly,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 28, 2008

REPAYING A KINDNESS

REPAYING A KINDNESS The mission, midnight. Poets in the car. One homeless, needs ride. Turn here? Where are we? Red signal not seen except by police on cross street. More lights. License? Insurance? Officer takes both. Police radio calling him away strides back – no ticket, be careful. Yes, thanks... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 27, 2008

HAIKU # 73 – SIGN AT AN INVESTMENT BROKER’S OFFICE

HAIKU # 73 – SIGN AT AN INVESTMENT BROKER’S OFFICE Sign in the window: “Yield to maturity.” Aw, do I have to? ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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