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The wonderful Doug over at https://dougstuber.wordpress.com/ left me two amazing poems as comments today. I was thrilled! What a wonderful Christmas surprise. They are way too good to be hidden away in the comments so I wanted to share them with you all!
At a Marina
She walks back from the beach victorious, having
scored two of the finest rolled buritos to go with the
usual six pack, Jack, crunchy snacks She looks briefly at
fleeting passersby who glance into her soft eyes as she
extends her stride. Suddenly, summer. Your Danzi thrusts
across the bay. On a hill by the lake, pastoral love brings
back memories, but you’re here to make a new present, not
to wallow in the past. According to her own reports, she’s
going to be understanding, strict, unyielding, happy, in control
and in command, which means she expects you to shed your
ego and pull into her marina, but your Danzi is built for two, so
our friends will have to ski in this wild, untamed watercourse.
You’d better “set the controls for the heart of the sun”
because this Siren has extra large ambition and it will
be your job to reel her in, or hitch on to a ride that may
soar or crash. How did she find you? Does she have any idea?
Where will her friends allow her to go? Three arches tower
over ancient universal doorways. Two types of lovers play
in peace, away from the ravages dealt to those living over
oil. You pull in, she welcomes, thinks, wonders, imagines.
And on Stavanger’s Most Decorated Pub:
I love your blog. Merry Christmas!
spreads joyfully to
friends, new and old, as
natural as mountain streams
ice and snow
still moving, to join.
comes from sharing a
round table. Buddha
and Luther invite a pope
to break bread
under one God
that all pray to here
there in Amsterdam,
and Davao, where the
hunt for food
and water reverts to old
ways, not the
but children scramble
like coconuts, fruit, rare meat
while we feast
on turkey, baked so
well, spring rolls folded
and rolled by
hands so delicate you can’t
what they’ve done. Merry