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bruce-levine
New York Bruce Levine, a 2019 Pushcart Prize Poetry Nominee, is published on and in numerous internet and print journals. His work is dedicated to the loving memory of his late wife, Lydia Franklin.
Blistering weather withers As cooler climes take over Reflecting Revealing the emptiness that surrounds Pervading the hollowness that echoes Like an empty cavern Floating through a ravine of longing Waiting For the improvements that signal Recuperation Regaining the equanimity Of our own circle of life Holding fast to passions and fancies Foibles and follies Hopes and dreams Fears and failures Following the road to the precipice Onward Holding hands Always reaching for the next plateau Always seeking the unanswered question And laughing To cover up the unknown The sham laughter of sorrow To hide the tears That flow too readily for propriety Yet shrink with hope Fleeting And rise again On a roller-coaster of fate
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Oct 7, 2019
Oct 7, 2019 at 10:52 AM UTC
On A Roller-Coaster of Fate
Light sits in a closet awaiting revelation And fine wine withholds fermentation from those who refuse to drink Understanding revealed along a pathway chosen by the heart Sacred moments of triumph afloat in a bottle set adrift to be plucked out of the rapids before the waterfall carries dreams floating in a sea of misunderstanding and misdirection Course adjustments calculated by redefining who you are Reawakening Seeking enlightenment with tentative steps while being bold Forgetting and forgiving on a path moving forward Awakening to a new reality and a future to behold 9/10/19
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Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
A Future to Behold
(for Lydia on an anniversary) A half-dozen Little Necks Clams on the half shell Whetting the appetite Eaten raw A squeeze of lemon And cocktail sauce A perfect respite Afternoon snack With a bowl of clam chowder Or a prelude to an entrée Like trout almandine With crabmeat stuffing An ideal combination For dinner any day Supper after theatre A lovely aperitif With after theatre talk A half-dozen Little-Necks And a seafood soufflé Impeccable repast Before a homeward walk
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Sep 25, 2019
Sep 25, 2019 at 3:13 PM UTC
A Half-Dozen Little Necks
A kangaroo in paradise Hopped along the shore Happily hopping over waves The surf a foamy roar Starfish and sea horses Stood aghast sheltered by a lee To see a kangaroo within their view And wondered if this can actually be If paradise for kangaroos Is happily hopping by the sea Maybe next time you might find A kangaroo is happy in a tree So next time you’re at the shore Keep an eye where ‘ere you go One never knows where paradise Or kangaroos will show 9/21/19
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Sep 23, 2019
Sep 23, 2019 at 8:09 AM UTC
A Kangaroo in Paradise
A cool breeze assaults the heat of another summer afternoon Bringing relief and a hint of fall lingering on the horizon A new season cooling the air and painting the trees a myriad of hues Festival glories revisiting daydreams with harvests and goblins and beer fests galore A time for reflection as days slowly shorten and nights cool for sleeping content and relaxed As fall reawakens splendid sensations of cool breezes assaulting another summer day 8/12/19
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
As Fall Reawakens
A hint of fall Relief from fetid days of summer With breaths of crisp air Highlighting September As August creeps toward closing And seasonal transitions Make way for new delights Changes in fashion Mark changes in momentum As lethargy yields To harvest repasts With bountiful splendor Like foam on a beer stein The colors of autumn Refresh and invite Time for renewal Feelings internal Opens the soul Opens the eyes Days moving forward Toward holiday seasons Joy to behold As fam’lies unite A hint of fall Refreshes the senses Like a cold brew in October Or a carnival ride A soupçon of freshness Like meditation reveals candor The cool autumn pleasures Flow in with the tide
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Sep 16, 2019
Sep 16, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
A Hint of Fall
Autumn brings rebirth The closing out of summer And the renewal of the cycle Signifying a time of regeneration With cool, crisp golden mornings Faster time paces As the days grow slightly shorter And momentum challenges The fledgling generation To rekindle itself anew No more a time of consumption Or empty days of dreary longing But a momentary highlight That expunges the emblematic And erases the scars of lassitude And lethargic days that summer brings The bounty of fall’s beginnings Fills trees with yellow splendor And refocuses the thirst that redefines The topography of the soul No longer the empty moments Of fantasies forgotten That sorrows never cling to And time alone can’t quell Only the rebirth of autumn As the harvesting of last year Cleanses fields and forests Making way for new born buds That reveal through empty spaces Left by falling embers Of things that are best forgotten And glories yet to come
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Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:35 AM UTC
Autumn Glories
The autumnal equinox Light and dark In equal measure Vying for supremacy Balancing life’s forces As the sun crosses The celestial equator Moving through the darkness Toward the new light of spring Autumn glories Balancing life Letting go Of inner daemons Harmonizing with the earth And finding comfort and serenity In the warmth of snug spaces Created and preserved Against the vicissitudes of winter The mysteries of the unknown Served up daily As the fall air And mutating colors Present new challenges Opening doors to the Constant of change Embracing the present And the vastness of life
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Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 9:42 AM UTC
Autumnal Equinox
The trees go from bare, barren branches Agonizingly bursting with buds That become leaves in their palest shade Reaching for the sun and darkening in color Time to reach their fullness of life At home in New York Time to breathe the energy That only New York air carries in its wake Time to let the New York rhythms transfuse Transform Reshape itself As a prelude evolves into a symphony At home in New York Where ideas float in the air Like grains of sand in the Sahara Waiting to germinate Waiting to be gathered Cross pollinated And become grand arches of infinite rainbows Glass and steel rising With sculptural ferocity Like Jack’s beanstalk Towering into the sky Reaching for the golden egg Transformed into an apple To be plucked from the tree of life That only New York can succor Electro-magnetic Drawing toward itself Like the moon controls the tides And returning to the atmosphere Like solar flares Volcanic yet enigmatic Waiting to be recaptured Waiting to be nurtured into being
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Sep 12, 2019
Sep 12, 2019 at 7:48 AM UTC
At Home in New York
Forever embracing the moment Holding on to glass hands Crystalline clear Bending light Into rainbows of incandescence Prisms of starlight Held in suspended animation Focused solely on perfection Gathering dust into clouds Like cotton candy Pink and blue Spun sugar confections Trapped by centrifugal force Yet free to puff With gossamer wings Into ***** of fluff To melt on the tongue In muted simulation Of irresistible forces Drawn by magnetic cohesion Into one
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Sep 10, 2019
Sep 10, 2019 at 10:11 AM UTC
Forever the Moment