Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Friday, November 9, 2007

TWO FRIENDS WATCHING A BAPTISM

TWO FRIENDS WATCHING A BAPTISM We watch parents joyously present their infants for baptism. Suddenly, like dancers, we turn and smile at each other. Our eyes meet and exchange in a second Poems that take years to recite. What did you see in my eyes? Did you surprise in them a flame From the same... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

FALLING INTO HER EYES

FALLING INTO HER EYES When I look into her eyes I fall happily in the fire that melts my fears refines my hopes the light that shines in her reflects my own by which I see the worlds between us a world together and its history is ten thousand tomorrows of love ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 6, 2007

AFTER BEING WITH A NEW LOVE

AFTER BEING WITH A NEW LOVE <1.> The day calls to her, and memory replies, echoing her off the ramparts of memory. Sun has taken those who went before away with the yesterdays where they remain like soldiers fighting in ignorance an ended war from their forgotten outposts. She is the song of now,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, November 4, 2007

SHE JUST SAYS SHE LOVES ME

SHE JUST SAYS SHE LOVES ME Well, I used to have a lady I thought was so very fine, I loved her with everything I had, I swore I’d love her for all time. But all time turned out to be very short, And our love turned cold as ice. I did everything I could to keep that love, And my heart was the... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, November 1, 2007

I HAVE NO NAME

For Steve and Michael You find me lying on the sidewalk. I sit next to you on the bus. I meet you with my shopping cart on the sidewalk. I wait for you at the stoplights. I have no name. I have no where. I have no one but you. I hear voices. Will one be yours? There is no God for me but you. There... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, October 31, 2007

A BUDDING TREE ON VALENTINE’S DAY

A BUDDING TREE ON VALENTINE’S DAY A lover without love on Valentine’s Day Is like a tree well pruned back: Not that it may be injured or punished, But that it may bear more fruit than before. That tree may have been stripped of Leaf and limb by the winter storms; But winter is only a passage into... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 30, 2007

PEARL DIVERS AND DIAMOND MINERS

PEARL DIVERS AND DIAMOND MINERS For Rita The pearl takes a long time to form; the diamond even longer. And the sea of grace and earth of faith yield their treasures slowly, only to those willing to dive, to dig and bring them to the surface. The pearl diver, once wounded, is not quick to plunge anew... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 29, 2007

NO NEED TO HIDE ANYMORE

NO NEED TO HIDE ANYMORE There’s no need to hide anymore. The storm has passed, wounds healed; night of fear become the dawn. You couldn’t hide anyway, only evade the truths within too terrible to face. Where you thought to hide is stripped away, castle of sand melting in the sea. Like Prometheus you... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, October 26, 2007

SITTING IN THE FLOOD ZONE

SITTING IN THE FLOOD ZONE Along the American River near Sacramento after the New Year’s flood, 1997 Where there was grass and trees There is now sand and stone. Where the water once poured through There is now dust: Banks torn open, cobbles once buried, All exposed to false spring sun. There had... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 25, 2007

THE SPRINGTIME TREE

THE SPRINGTIME TREE The springtime tree blooms in day or night alike, not because it is day or night, but out of its presence to the blooming time. The candle burns equally in light or dark, not caring about its circumstances, but only about releasing its pent-up light. We are young, then we are... Sign in to see full entry.

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