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“Wanting Nothing” by Alan Fisher
Hurry here, rush to get there Always anxious to go somewhere Never content to just be still Until finally when they read your will Can we relax and take what comes If we don't resist we find life hums It's thinking about all we desire That causes suffering if it doesn't transpire So while we're yet in this form Can we stay present and transform Letting go of what we've been before To feel the life force that is our core
“Open” by Alan Fisher
There are borders between nations Walls around people's hearts We try to protect ourselves That's where the problem starts When we close our hearts what happens Love can't come in We cut ourselves off from Source The life that's within So open yourself to Spirit Let the healing power come in When we're connected upward Then everyone will win
“Kimball and Main” by John Alexander
I want to be here when it starts to rain, When the leaves drift down Without trouble or pain Sitting with you At Kimball and Main. The sky is grey as a fisherman’s beard, The leaves red and orange with the sunset’s stain, The grass tan and brown, Park bench fresh green. Sitting with you At Kimball and Main. How far have we walked again today? How far to go Down the shadowed lane? Time stops. Age stands still. Sitting with you At Kimball and Main. I love you so . . . it’s hard to say. I want to come here again and again. The breeze grows cold. Snow’s coming soon. Sitting with you At Kimball and Main.
“Last Year’s Lover” by John Alexander
Espresso cups. Empty chair. Last year’s lover Isn’t there. Raining night. Couldn’t stay. Siren crying. Far away. Street rain-shiny, Long and bare. Night not ending. Still not there. Neon blinking “Sports Café”. Last year’s lover Far away.
“Love Poem IV” by John Alexander
Without a pledge or a promise sought, Without asking or making demand, Without virtue sold or security bought I asked for only your hand. A hand asked once and only from you. You alone. You alone. Just thee. I open the gates and let down the bridge For you to be you with me. I don’t give you me. I don’t ask for you. I want only today and that’s all. I’m free to stand naked before you now: My body, my spirit, my soul For you to share, not take away. You may only borrow the key To the door of my heart and my inner self To stand equally next to me.
“Tell the Roses Not to Bloom” by John Alexander
Tell the roses not to bloom. Hold the time in place. Tell a newborn child he mustn’t grow. Wipe the smile from Cupid’s face. Tell the lightening it mustn’t strike. The eagle he cannot sore. After you’ve quieted the thunder down And want to reach for more Tell me not to love you so. Tell me to stop thinking of you. Tell me to find someone else I could love as much as you. Chances are better of stopping the rose And holding back the tide Than getting me to hide from you And bury deep inside The love I have to freely give And, hopefully, freely get. You can’t stop a rose or Hold back the sea Or make me forget What I have found in finding you And making you some room In my heart of hearts Where love still grows As always the roses bloom.
“Untitled” by Barbara Roberts
Thoughts of you. Every minute of every hour. Dances in my head, like a field of flowers. If not for the bad, we would not of known the good. If not for the sorrow, love would not be as it should. Hurry home my love, for a kiss awaits you. Make it soon, for a child will be born too. Your letters are few and far between. I miss one or two so it seems. I gaze and count the stars above. As to the day I will see my love. Three men came today, with the news. Seems A bomb was the fate of a few. Thoughts of you, every minute of every hour. Till we dance once more in that field of flowers.
“Menagerie of Music” by Sandra Gajewski
As the dawn breaks through and the others still sleep I tiptoe outside to witness the wonders of nature . . . in full swing. So many sounds, so many songs, they all come together to create a beautiful Menagerie of Music. And for a window of time I sit, I watch, I listen, as nature glistens in harmony of which I so delight! Peeps and pecks, coos and caws, I even hear the distant dogs as they blend in with it all. At no other time have I experienced the sublime like this break of the morn as once again a Menagerie of Music is born.
Assorted photography and acrylic works from Larry Greene:
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