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Irresistible smile, infectious laugh,
what gifts god hath graced thee.
Arrogant creed, selfish need,
what troubles thou have wrought.
Devilish child – cease thy infinite indulgences.
She is surrounded by white walls
That only add
To the odd feeling
Of the fluorescent lights beating
Down on her head.
There is no sun,
Only chairs
And the thin wall
Separating her from her father.
Her father
A man
Who appears to have been
Strong willed
Until he was confined
To the small bed
On which he lies
Hooked up to a machine
And unable to speak.
His eyes are closed,
Thinner than he ever was,
He looks . . .
Weak,
Feeble even.
She digs her head deeper in the book,
Separating her from the other people in the room,
From the thoughts that haunt her.
It doesn't matter
What the words say,
It's the only thing she has.
She clings on to the book as if
It was her father's life.
On a thread
She can't help but take a deep shaky breath;
Breathing is the only thing keeping her from
Crying
All she can do is keep breathing.
This is a personal poem, and one of my first.
Green candle     on the altar
for the Buddha,      Dharma, Sangha

Flickering     the fire shines
golden light rays     on brown table

Candle glows     bought at hardware store
and on sale!     so that's life
Free sijo by Chris Everson - 2002   (companion poem to HEART HAIKU)
A heart of bliss
pumping up and down.
Red with a thought.
Free haiku by Chris Everson - 2002
Take a step out onto the world, embark the journey that stands before you, ready for you to take at any given moment, never falter always believe you can make it, Along the way you will meet several new fascinating people filled with their own devices of wisdom, A knowledgeable base of intellectual conservative wonders of humankind.

Remember the treasures you’ve bestowed along the way, never forget where you came from. Counting your blessings make sure to count heartfelt moments. Granting gratitude for all the wonderful moments you’ve come from. Look to the risen sun for your bountiful direction, the journey will be long and windy however you are strong. Never forget to feed on the land at dusk, and pray at dawn for the new days mysteries.

What a journey it will be, with saddle bags filled with loving gifts to share. Celestial moments will come to only pass, leaving beautiful impressions upon your mind to ponder. Stories of momentous times will brew through the folks you come to meet in passing. A choir of singing angels will fill your ears with everlasting joy. With each of your toes thumping upon blessed land, feel glory within the pit of your stomach. It will be a cherished time, with each new day to come you remember where you came from.
©Aiden L K Riverstone
It is in this space
Where thoughts can dance unconstrained
Of the concessions
To jealousy and stricture
Where tangos are passionate
N Ripley  (C) 2010
“Have you not any legs?”
“I do not”
“Have you not any arms?
“I do not”
“Have you not any eyes?”
“I do not”
“Then what do you have?”
“A heart”
Jelisa Jeffery © 2010
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