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Living a Dream: Kind Attentions 1

Updated: Oct 11

I haven’t had time to elicit permission to identify my sources, but I feel like their comments belong to my poems. I hope you enjoy the poems and the kind attentions they have received.

Choose “Man…You blow me away. (I know I’m going to get blisters o my fingers from typing this.)”  or You may turn out to be one of my very favorite poets. Yep, you’re almost there.” Katherine Woods

Can we talk, Lord It’s this blessing thing I have sincerely thanked you for my many gifts many times, in many ways So we’re straight, right But what about all the other people I need to thank the ones who lend a hand, or tease a smile Or touch my face in the shadow of my soul

And how would my life have been If it weren’t for this one or that one True you brought me to these people But they took it upon themselves to make a difference

So what I’m saying, Lord, I would hate to give credit Where it may not be due May not belong to the all knowing, all creating you

Oh, good heavens I give up I just want you to know that sometimes it’s hard to squeeze some praise that belongs to you into a message for a mortal who has truly made my life divine All I’m saying, Lord

‘no más mis amigos’ “That’s a dandy Coxy” Dan Gleason

No more love poems no more sad songs no more adolescent angst Elevate your sensitivity Move your heart to higher ground Soak your brain in harder thoughts Suffer more searching Salvage more soul

I Had a Life “You make it real again.” Sam Knowles “Love this one Garry.” Ellen Festa

I had a life, I had a wife, we had each other almost to forever I think she left me, but I’m not sure now, I might have left her, I’m not sure how But in my mind I cannot find a single saying of goodbye

I do know this much, there was always such love that even though I live alone now I can’t forget how close we came to the happy ever after

But after came and after went and she was sent to where she meant to be without me. Leaving me, bereaving me, hanging on her last breath till her eyes grew wise to the surprise of the bright light that did not cause fright did not burn her but it did turn her away from those who loved her

Rejoice, rejoice, it was in her voice, and all the while that crooked smile and every day she said to me just bring you home, G, that’s all you have to do, G, that’s all you have to do, see. It’s just you and me, see. That’s all we have to be, G

She was so smart she broke my heart She promised me there would never be a time that did not belong to the we of us

I remember now, the very how and the very we of us

She was my forever never meant for, never planned for never dreamed of a day without love, a night with no caresses, no tingling of the intermingling of our souls and the restless rest of the peaceful quest to live without the clanging and the banging of the day and the shock of the living clock of our precious time together.

Rejoice, rejoice, it was in her voice, and all the while that crooked smile and every day she said to me just bring you home, G. That’s all you have to do, G. That’s all I ever need from you, see

I had a life, I had a wife, we had each other almost to forever

Love in the Bud “This Is Lovely” Eileen Delorey

Let us promise not when love is in the bud that there can be a conjuring with the incarnations of the seasons and their death defying undulations such that the raging beauty of our rose can unleash its atom-smashing essence

But let us simply say we love today And we might behold a new reality A new and natural knowing Serene in its sensitivity Facile as our fleeting moments Accepting of each other’s truth as patient soil accepts the rain

Calculus “One test of poetry is its universality—does it hit us where we live, think, feel. You hit it every time, Garry.” Charlotte Stevens

Such a lovely calculus you and I together Despite whatever separates us Despite whatever tethers

We have traveled over time to find us teetering on a metaphor- perhaps the ultimate sublime of what could be our evermore

Do we fly up beyond the endless sea or do we fall into the deep abyss Are we only what was meant or not to be or are we shapers of a future bliss

Check out my website, garrycox.com, for Living a Dream: Kind Intentions ll.  Also, my new book of poetry, Beyond the Waters, will be coming soon on Amazon.com. i’m hoping to share it with you as part of this year’s Thanksgiving Blessings.


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