Love for you

Love for all

It is upon love

We rise and fall

Loving you

Loving me

With purest love

There’s dignity

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Missing You

Miss you already

Before I’ve had the chance

Miss you deeply

Even in advance

Miss you forever

Forever and a day

Miss your near presence

In each and every way

Miss being near you

You’re not near enough

Miss your familiar touch

I know we’ll all hang tough

Miss you ‘til we’re together again

I know that will come soon

Miss your kind compassion

Our feelings for each other

Always over the moon

For Kristen and Connor, and Michael, and André

I cried yesterday

At least three times

So did another very dear friend

The finest kind

She wasn’t our daughter

But that of another

Catching our tenderness by surprise

Just like no other

Those moments come upon us

Seemingly out of the blue

No they aren’t unexpected really

They come from our love for you

I write this poem at four in the morning

Awake but for the glow

Hoping this piece captures

The love for someone you know

Fabric of Society

This fragile thread will

Remove the threat

By

Stitching all those

With compassion, empathy,

With finery, not fear

Pulling together

Disparate swatches of humanity

In a beautiful patchwork

Quilt

Of determined,

Concerned citizens

Who cover the dying

monstrosity that is hate

As it takes its last breath

Fabric of Society

This fragile thread will

Remove the threat

By

Stitching all those

With compassion, empathy,

With finery, not fear

Pulling together

Disparate swatches of humanity

In a beautiful patchwork

Quilt

Of determined,

Concerned citizens

Who cover the dying

monstrosity that is hate

As it takes its last breath

I Dream

I dream that

The anguish goes away

Love will win the day

We will find a way

To completely allay

The fears

Of the Browns the Blacks

And of the Queers

The not-like-me

Across present history

Of every human who has suffered

Indignity

That the

Just-like-me

Will find humility

This Important Portmanteau

Juneteenth, today

A portmanteau

Two plus years delayed

For those needing to know

The Emancipation Proclamation

Was signed January 1, 1863

Yet there were still

Slaves in our nation

In Galveston on June 19, 1865

When they found out they now

Had new possibilities to thrive

There were many obfuscators then

There are many present here and now again

Hiding the truth to keep false power

Is the present the time that’ll end their hour

Those who treasure humans being

Must fervently protest what they’re seeing

Only unity can resist this scourge

Help our society disengorge

Then support the rising of those of us

Toward whom a powerful few show disgust

We are but one humanity

So must come together to avoid further calamity.

Busy Humans Doing What?

I’m busy being human,

As a human being.

Can’t be bothered by this mess,

This ugliness I’m seeing.

Why can’t it all go away?

It might if I close my eyes.

If we each don’t pay attention,

Then what are our alibis?

Human dignity, in fact humanity

Is surely what’s at stake

How long must we all endure

Before our society surely breaks

Almost all of my words shared here are unplanned, meaning not worked on for other then the morning I start writing. Obviously these thought percolate in me and come to the surface, though they often surprise me. Not so much in the sentiments but rather in the combination of words, phrases and rhymes. Thanks for reading.

Gracie and the Fireflies

‪Sound asleep‬

‪In the middle of the night‬

‪Awakened by her bark‬

‪Gracie at the fireflies‬

‪Long after dark‬

‪Annoying, if not adorable‬

‪Playful innocence never lost‬

‪A little groggy loss of sleep‬

‪Not too high a cost‬

Gracie is our friends’ dog. We often trade dog-sitting duties. She’s the one in the background of the photo.

Honor and Treasure

This one thing

I don’t know how to say

It

If not for you

Long ago we would’ve ended

You’ve worked so hard

To create such a life as this

Given of yourself

We have a state of bliss

I honor and do treasure you

Thank you for loving me

Think of my good fortune

And a life of ecstasy