Poetry from the Writer of Light

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Wednesday, October 24, 2007

I’M GOING TO LOVE YOU FOREVER

I’M GOING TO LOVE YOU FOREVER I love you like I always have, Even though we met today; I love with you undying ardor Then and now, always. I love you madly, wildly, For everything you do; But don’t ever stop pleasing me Or else we will be through, And I’m going to love you forever. Our love will... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

EASY STREET

EASY STREET You say I’m successful, But I’m losing my mind; You say it’s so natural But you were so wrong this time. You just don’t know me, But then neither do I; You just end up showing me Every reason why. I’m so tired of working Though the pay is good I’m so tired of being What you say I should.... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 22, 2007

DEMOLISHING THE OKI NURSERY

DEMOLISHING THE OKI NURSERY The nursery went broke; all the arrayed greenhouses sit in rags, tattered testimony to the death of dreams. Weeds and wild things grow where flowers once were cultivated like love; And now machines work there, breaking down the frameworks, harvesting the walls and roofs,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 21, 2007

SHARING OUR STORIES

SHARING OUR STORIES One moment, one chapter added to stories yet unfolding... The Author of Life dips the pen and writes lives like words on the pages of time: Healings and graces, miracles and memories flow like ink into our life poems; And all the poems, though unique and separate, are united in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 18, 2007

LOVE AT THE END OF THE WORLD

LOVE AT THE END OF THE WORLD Chasing my dreams in the sunset, turning my hopes into regret, traveled so far to start over again, forgetting tomorrow while remembering when I found love at the end of the world. Freedom from fear binds me with joys, throwing me forward into the choice to be who I am,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, October 16, 2007

LIBERATION

LIBERATION We hold ourselves hostage to ourselves; only He Who conquers death can break the prison doors of our delusions. We emerge to stand blinking in the brilliance of our new-found freedom; only as our eyes adjust to the light within do we come to recognize ourselves again. For we have not been... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, October 15, 2007

PLANTING A NEW GARDEN AT EASTER

PLANTING A NEW GARDEN AT EASTER What I thought I knew is now forgotten in the unlearning of my fears. The fantasies that had engrossed me were my soul’s evasions of truth, succeeding at delusions in the midst of a stagnating reality, leaving me to shout, “Here I am, Here and now”, without knowing... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, October 14, 2007

MEDITATION #27

MEDITATION #27 Don’t analyze; be the poem. Don’t worry about a plot, how the story unfolds. Let it be enough that you live the story. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, October 13, 2007

HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WRITING POETRY?

HOW LONG HAVE I BEEN WRITING POETRY? She asks me how long I’ve been writing poetry. About seven years, I say. The truth comes to me days later. The poems started blooming seven years ago from seeds sown before I saw or spoke; Words formed with me in the womb from the memories of a thousand ancestors... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, October 11, 2007

SACRAMENTO, JANUARY, 1998

SACRAMENTO, JANUARY, 1998 Barren trees like hands in pale sun spread fingered grasp for waiting spring. ©T. Patrick Berry Sign in to see full entry.

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