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  Sep 2019 B D Caissie
Traveler
On this road
Mistakes are prone
Even the Master
Stubs a toe
If he clams otherwise
It would surely means
He still needs to grow

In the limitless rise
Of enlightened minds
Even the leaders
Can be left behind
Stub not your toe
On the ceiling of knowing
Or like the master
The emotion's controlling
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Traveler Tim

Zen who?
B D Caissie Sep 2019
Autumn is here,  your morning light, the glow on your face is out of sight.

I’ll take your hand, you take me there, I’d follow your beauty anywhere.

Craving your touch, breath on my skin, your tender whispers inviting me in.

Lost in flight, seat of my pants, these feelings can't be purely by chance.

This must be love, it all feels right,   your smiles my beacon when days fade to night.


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  Sep 2019 B D Caissie
Anna Josephine
Remember me in the summer breeze when the wind blows calm and low.
When the summer fields bloom with colour wheels and the sweet Magnolia's show.
 Remember me in the autumn leaves when Noon's an orange glow.
When the trees are full and the moon is bright and squirrels dance in the forests bows.
  Remember me in the winter freeze when the snow falls slow and kind.
When the children pray and sleigh bells play to bring on  Christmas time .
  Remember me in the spring  filled trees when daffodils meet the eye.
When rabbits jump and lambs wobble on bent knees and crooked thighs .
 But remember me when we finally meet and the ocean drifts on by
when the curtains close the world unfolds and all that's left is you and I
Another very old poem I wrote when I was about 15.
B D Caissie Sep 2019
In a field of corn, it’s ok to be a sunflower.
Be yourself
B D Caissie Sep 2019
If you are bitter you are like a dry leaf that crumbles with the slightest touch and gets blown away by a whirlwind of hate. Only forgiveness can calm the storm raging inside your heart...


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B D Caissie Sep 2019
M
Monkey
Miming nuisance
Might be banana’s
Making weapons from poo
Marvellously behaved sitting on hands

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  Sep 2019 B D Caissie
Napolis
In the
black and
white
photographs
of you
that I keep
deep inside
my mind.

I keep
them in view
in everything
that I do.

and someday
there will
be one
of you
and I.

and I will
remember
that moment
as if I
had lived
it a hundred
years or
more.

no illusions
or past lovers
to remember.

no broken
hearts or
dreams
to heal.

you are
my moment
when everything
is free,

and true

and under
a billion stars
at night,

your love
will bathe
me,

and your love
will call me
from the
depths
of my soul.

and I am
certain
that for
forever
I will see
a fairy tale,

there awaiting
me in your
eyes.

where angels
soar and
I am a child
of these
nights

no longer
afraid of
the black

or the
loneliness
here

without you.
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