tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12300253493315918282024-03-06T19:34:03.027-08:00Signed.....bkmbecause, i believe in chaos....signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.comBlogger516125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-274336140902089362019-10-25T09:23:00.000-07:002019-11-03T07:23:47.667-08:00silk<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<i>one </i>does not<br />
have to join a convent to be a nun<br />
<i>one</i> can experience resurrection<br />
or eternity in the cleaning of a<br />
scarred kitchen sink<br />
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lit candle & vespers<br />
are not for the faint of heart<br />
but for the heart<br />
knowing the path<br />
it has drawn<br />
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pick up that crucifix<br />
and wipe the blood from your eyes<br />
you will see clearly the portion<br />
of your earthly breath<br />
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whispers echo through<br />
the chambered halls of <i>ones </i><br />
mind<br />
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the rectory is empty now<br />
leaving the re-stringing<br />
of beads<br />
to the fatal silk moths<br />
last ascendance<br />
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bkmackenzie<br />
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<i>"...and then, I have nature and art and poetry, </i></div>
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<i>and if that is not enough, what is enough?"</i></div>
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<i><b>Vincent van Gogh</b></i></div>
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<i><b>is it possible that an existence beyond our-self </b></i></div>
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<i><b>or that i should touch a blade of grass </b></i></div>
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<i><b>or fathom distant light</b></i></div>
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<i><b>is it stillness that stops this beat once</b></i></div>
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<i><b>or the mist within my reach </b></i><i><b>that gives </b></i></div>
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<i><b>the sky a million miles away i hold here in my hand </b></i></div>
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<i><b>what to wonder on its gold</b></i></div>
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<i><b> liquid as a dream</b></i></div>
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<i><b>as between the clouds its firmament</b></i></div>
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<i><b> graceful </b></i><i><b>and contrite </b></i></div>
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<b><i> blue eye to gray </i></b></div>
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<b><i>gray to white - its lighting of my soul</i></b></div>
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<b><i>a breath of want to </i></b><span style="text-align: left;"><b><i>want-less</i></b></span></div>
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<b><i>brings my repentance of all need </i></b></div>
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<b><i>that one could give so willingly </i></b></div>
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<b><i>the shedding </i></b></div>
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<b><i> who? placed this here upon my life</i></b></div>
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<b><i>as mine and mine alone</i></b></div>
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<b><i> a silent song of such regard </i></b><br />
<b><i>un-penned</i></b><b><i> </i></b><br />
<b><i> by one</i></b><br />
<b><i> said keeper of my days</i></b><br />
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<b><i>that (i) should forever touch its grace</i></b><br />
<b><i>when time before</i></b><br />
<b><i>it was so neatly tucked away</i></b><br />
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<b><i>bkmackenzie 2019</i></b></div>
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<b><i>photo was a gift from a friend </i></b><br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-21513478172159816522019-09-25T08:28:00.002-07:002019-09-25T08:37:57.454-07:00framed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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the characteristics of my shadow<br />
can be framed and thought<br />
no structure or reform in this dwelling place<br />
i <i>(alone)</i> can sit here fixed<br />
upon layers of green<br />
why? blue sky so subtle<br />
cottoned, combed white<br />
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(i) could leave this framed world<br />
only to be lonely,<br />
transparent - so <i>lost</i> on a prismatic stage<br />
of character...<br />
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this world preferred<br />
thoughtless but those my very own<br />
emptied and purged<br />
that god <i>(alone) </i>make himself so willingly known<br />
in the freeing of a tear<br />
as <i>(i) </i>gaze<br />
upon his face<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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photo a gift of presence</div>
signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-47911955830487913232019-09-23T10:39:00.000-07:002019-09-23T10:49:17.302-07:00amber rain<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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i love you like this</div>
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i mean like the sweet kiss of</div>
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cranberry clinging to its bark</div>
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like a blue sky </div>
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kissing its once young leaves</div>
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now bent in grace</div>
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but then it is easy to love you</div>
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warm and kind </div>
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like amber rain falling</div>
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upon the wellspring of heaven </div>
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through natures tender<br />
hand </div>
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-8491037715992358492019-09-05T16:29:00.000-07:002019-09-05T16:38:12.718-07:00writing it down <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">we come to writing as if it were simple</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: inherit;">and at times it is; at times painful -</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">but we come to it none the less - placing words</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">on a page blank or otherwise, sometimes</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">lined, sometimes stained; stained</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">from years of drinking coffee and ink dripping -</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">stained from years of visitations in your head,</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">nagging like a ringing in your ear driving you mad --- "write it down,"</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">it says "just write it down."</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">so you find paper, any paper, a pen, pour the</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">coffee - and do as you were told</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">(if only to stop the voices)....."that's it, write it down</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">before you forget" ---( if only to appease the voices )... but they never stop....<br />and you will simply never stop....</span><br />
<span style="color: white;">writing...</span><br />
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<span style="color: white;">bkmackenzie 2010</span></div>
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-60770409287522150912019-08-30T09:48:00.002-07:002019-09-06T07:58:40.392-07:00Poetic Resurrection<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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i stepped onto - now hallowed ground,<br />
in search of bones upon to dwell<br />
bones still seeking to be heard,<br />
through poetic voice,<br />
in word transformed<br />
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my search spanned o'er a 100 years<br />
i could not find, not one bone<br />
in need of contemplation, not one bone<br />
in need of resurrection<br />
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all the bones had taken flight<br />
graves robbed by poets come before<br />
writing lines of life now gone, no bones left<br />
to dwell upon for (me) to free<br />
in poetic verse -<br />
and make grave light<br />
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in sweet regard to these empty stones<br />
i turned by heart away<br />
my need for pen and ink not lifted, as noon<br />
felt dusk now nearing; soul and bone<br />
long past leaving<br />
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my eye when caught beneath a willow<br />
its limbs weeping - a<br />
robin calling (now silent in her sleep)<br />
her bones now speaking - to my bones<br />
that sought release<br />
through grace and ink - to look beyond<br />
this worldly face seeking<br />
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in the quiet of her silence - she<br />
spoke of her days<br />
of children bore in spring and fields<br />
laced trees webbed in autumn seed,<br />
flowers transformed by wind and time -<br />
the sun she loved the world she knew<br />
her wings now heavy<br />
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my hands raised to ink her life<br />
to pen her dreams, her song at rest<br />
as with each word a long laid feather lifted -<br />
from her silent breast<br />
as with each word my heart made light<br />
a transformation written - touching dusk<br />
to guide the flight<br />
as together our bones now lifted<br />
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bkmackenzie<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-21030228146239619632019-06-10T14:41:00.001-07:002019-06-10T14:51:10.248-07:00the truth<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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am not here to tell you exactly what went on that night, but i am here to tell
you the truth. at least as much of truth as i can tell and
that's all the truth i know. well it started to rain in the south
with a sky warm and still going
blue-black fast. the wind picked up in that dust bowl kind of
way that blew through the calm like an open window on a Oklahoma Sunday, then there was the lightening to the tree about a
mile away that fluttered the screen-door having Sarah’s cat running to the barn
as if pursued by Frank Jefferey's German Shepard </span></span><span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><i style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; font-variant-caps: normal; font-variant-ligatures: normal; orphans: 2; text-decoration-color: initial; text-decoration-style: initial; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">Buggerbad. when far away
an interrupted cry </i>showed the face
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-76109358582074333272019-06-05T06:17:00.000-07:002019-06-05T06:19:55.746-07:00there is truth in death<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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there is truth in death</div>
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blue and green and warm and</div>
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loving</div>
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she weeps and weeps</div>
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her chosen</div>
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convenience</div>
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there is truth in death</div>
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in suffocation</div>
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in the strangulation of a turtle</div>
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in the toxicity of</div>
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<i>whatever you do</i></div>
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<i>to the least of my people that you do unto me</i></div>
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unto me and my mother</div>
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for as she continues to give</div>
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until her last breath</div>
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one thing is clear</div>
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and when she</div>
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i am native<br />
here; my blood is real, it is long, it runs deep<br />
like the river of my spirit, i cloth my skin in your skin<br />
brother it is my skin ,the length of it, the longing<br />
of it to movement - towards the great waters - towards<br />
the laughter of the crow-bird, of the fleeting fox, i<br />
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am women<br />
i <i>dance</i> to the rivers within me, i<i> dance </i>to<br />
those spirits i carry they<br />
<i>dance</i> to be born...<br />
they <i>dance</i> to be born...through my river...<br />
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i am native, i<br />
am woman<br />
i <i>dance</i> to the songs of the mother who sings<br />
to me, to my spirit whole and long with breasts unbound<br />
by words un-tongued; i am ritual<br />
the rain weeps on my feathered wing and<br />
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i <i>dance</i><br />
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it calls me run, it<br />
calls me <i>dance</i><br />
it calls me<i> dance</i> towards the dusk time red and starring<br />
towards the morning dark longing for my light, i call<br />
the wind, i call its eagle, i call the unborn<br />
to sing and quicken within, i am native<br />
i am woman<br />
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skinned in my sacred brother<br />
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i <i>dance</i><br />
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bkmacenzie 2019<br />
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in honor of my beautiful mother...whose dance was not long enough<br />
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a<br />
be-headed<br />
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<i>(time-pieced) </i>observes<br />
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words<br />
fly out of my piano key<br />
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slicing<br />
quarter<br />
notes to meet<br />
your<br />
need<br />
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to <i>be</i>-come<br />
surreal <i>(really)?</i><br />
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i spread orange mar-mal-<br />
<i>aid</i><br />
<i>its</i><br />
silvered<br />
image<br />
bleeding openly on<br />
my<br />
toasted<br />
tomorrows<br />
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as<br />
range of emotion<br />
delivers<br />
<i>first soprano</i> to your<br />
other<br />
love<br />
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to your <i>other lover</i><br />
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obscure<br />
the missing hand<br />
paused<br />
(me)<br />
silent<br />
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us?<br />
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question:<br />
aria<br />
final per-<i>formance</i><br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-52549430968281605212019-06-01T13:13:00.002-07:002019-06-09T05:58:44.892-07:00first june<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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(i) speak<br />
to the fawn<br />
eye deep, wide and lashed, and<br />
too the hare that senses<br />
the day-<br />
still and warm and calm and full<br />
taking shadow as a dream<br />
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where<br />
moss and <i>morel </i>caress<br />
the trees, against sole heartbeat of a<br />
wandering bee, stay too<br />
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<i>trillium -</i><br />
close to your forest<br />
floor, while<i> paintbrush </i>colors this<br />
first June sky<br />
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<i>and (i)</i><br />
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sit and witness time slip by, towards<br />
the<br />
promise of a summers<br />
day<br />
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when fawn and lily will come to play<br />
yes,<br />
when the <i>tiger lily</i><br />
again<br />
does come to play,,,,,<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-35937517541649122592019-05-29T07:01:00.000-07:002019-05-29T16:14:07.028-07:00peace<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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what <i>peace </i>means to me<br />
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<i>silence in realm of ancient</i><br />
flow in breath of waters rage<br />
<i> touch in beginning of day</i><br />
gathered leaves in dying of self<br />
<i>loves gift in ribbon of kiss</i><br />
shadow wash across open door<br />
<i>laughter after broken heart</i><br />
grain of wood before cut<br />
<i> sweet written in a glance</i><br />
prayer flag in aftermath of war<br />
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that <br />
means<br />
<i>peace </i> to me<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
coyrighted<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-64245882404885260992019-05-28T06:30:00.001-07:002019-05-28T07:04:20.846-07:00incomplete thoughts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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why? would you move<br />
why? would you pass holding onto what is less than love<br />
this day has wings and copper resting for moments remembered<br />
why? would you not descend on words silent behind a chained door<br />
its <i>grace</i> - i know you my morning of longing and what? is an evening<br />
painted, placed, rusted and pilfered not traveled a... <i>before</i><br />
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<i>and</i><br />
<br />
why? would you move<br />
holding less than (<i>this)</i><br />
winged and plated in remembrance<br />
unspoken words left to descend bound without latched key<br />
<i>grace me </i>you my longing of the day<br />
pilfer me, travel me, color me ....unspoken<br />
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<i>love..</i>..<br />
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paint me ...<i>unspoken</i><br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-2920111640286600342019-05-27T07:31:00.002-07:002019-05-27T16:16:05.665-07:00exposed<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-39214649052951869712019-05-25T09:06:00.001-07:002019-06-20T11:10:59.575-07:00artichoke hearts<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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how do you fall in love at a<br />
restaurant<br />
between<br />
artichoke hearts<br />
and the course of action taken<br />
when spilt wine became a<br />
concern<br />
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my dress was wet<br />
<i>yes, </i>but your eyes were wetter<br />
and i laughed<br />
at the waitress as she raised<br />
a brow - i raised my skirt to<br />
dry<br />
you bit the (last)<br />
heart<br />
i bit the corner of your ear<br />
with asking for<br />
a towel<br />
to dry<br />
while ordering<br />
the special of the day.......you<br />
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dressing? (<b>yes</b>)<br />
on the side...please<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
coyrighted</div>
signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-20312018026194593592019-05-21T17:15:00.002-07:002019-05-26T16:11:18.897-07:00sleeping beauty<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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it is early and more</div>
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needles will be dropped after</div>
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his routing - i love heroin - what a</div>
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novel</div>
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it makes of a city, what character<br />
characters</div>
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with the jealousies of all those<br />
perfect people</div>
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not partaking</div>
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<i>"recovery is not as fulfilling"</i></div>
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beauty </div>
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last spoken<br />
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bread<i> soaked </i>in blood</div>
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can take one to heaven, <i><b>true, true </b></i>but....</div>
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heroin's wait time is of</div>
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shorter duration</div>
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the street sweep was blinded</div>
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by the light</div>
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said the local dispatch</div>
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his start time will need re-</div>
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adjustment</div>
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<i>"but before the sun sets on her sixteen birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die"....die, die, she shall die.....</i></div>
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<a href="https://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/">poetry pantry</a><br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com33tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-70986525865663383672019-05-17T14:48:00.001-07:002019-05-19T05:41:43.573-07:00embezzlement<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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there is an embezzlement<br />
of the<br />
characters that fall<br />
between us<br />
and the sandcastles<br />
built beneath us<br />
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there is a breeze<br />
that floats over this stellar sky<br />
as the rhythm<br />
of heartbeats ripple across shorelines<br />
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un-emptied, un-touched...a crab,<br />
a shell of something once was,<br />
a thought wrapped in a tide pool of<br />
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un-certainity<br />
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but, i love you.....said<br />
<br />
i will take a second look<br />
at this moment - as chances seldom come twice<br />
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once a thief always a thief?<br />
i do not know<br />
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i should ask the crab ...... (i)<br />
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sup-pose<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
copyrighted<br />
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painting by Joaquin Soralla<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-68507301059287040242019-05-15T07:34:00.001-07:002019-05-15T07:53:33.247-07:00there are mostly fairies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Darling, let's<br />
do a picnic today under this<br />
blue haven sky; let's take<br />
your favorite blanket to<br />
the trees and lie<br />
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Oh Mommy, can we<br />
take my teddy bear too? Can<br />
we dress him in his green<br />
jacket and yes picnic shoes?<br />
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And what? will we see there under</div>
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the trees</div>
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Will there be lilies and sweet</div>
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honey bees?</div>
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My Darling, there are lilies<br />
and beetles and bees<br />
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but mostly there are fairies</div>
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that hide in the leaves ---so let's<br />
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fold your blanket and dress<br />
your sweet bear and gather<br />
some morsels<br />
to nourish us there...<br />
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We can talk to the fairies, and sing<br />
with the bees, and laugh long<br />
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with teddy</div>
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under the trees</div>
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bkmackenzie<br />
copyrighted 2019<br />
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painting by Jessica Wilcox Smith<br />
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<a href="http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/2019/05/poets-united-midweek-motif-picnics.html">Poets United Picnic </a></div>
signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-17762010815665438152019-05-11T19:17:00.001-07:002019-05-11T19:24:14.374-07:00apart<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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if i allowed myself<br />
the pain of it i could see you there<br />
in the corner of my soul -<br />
between our meeting place<br />
between the space where we did never touch<br />
but in want of it<br />
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but i knew you<br />
and so you me - and if i allowed myself<br />
the pain of it<br />
the memory would be as clear<br />
as the day i saw you<br />
there - before the pain before the memory<br />
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before we were apart<br />
before the pain<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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<a href="http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/">imaginary garden with real toads</a> Apart<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-67485083289954698272019-05-09T09:30:00.002-07:002019-05-17T15:10:08.751-07:00ice kissing<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
i can feel the sky<br />
it's closeness to the bark of me<br />
the circumference<br />
of what lies hidden beneath the melting white<br />
and beneath the bark<br />
there are a few moments of<br />
ice kissing<br />
the awaiting of green<br />
a spring<br />
there is a sense of wonder on the blues to come<br />
<br />
by the sand crane<br />
and a winter rabbit still<br />
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<br />
bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;">the Snake River --- today Minnesota </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #9fc5e8;"><a href="http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.com/">Poets United Gifts ---this photo was a gift</a></span></i></div>
signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-54143520635742821792019-05-07T09:51:00.001-07:002019-05-08T07:09:34.186-07:00words others live by<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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words that<br />
others live by....<br />
<br />
crawdads<br />
semi-colon; undone<br />
<br />
not everyone's fantasies are the same in nature or texture<br />
<i>sexual or contemplative</i><br />
<br />
i contemplate various images throughout my day<br />
<i>usually</i> of you<br />
<br />
but, not eating crawdads<br />
or throwing in last bit of sauce into a heated pan<br />
<br />
<i>usually </i>you<br />
are doing what you do best<br />
<br />
and sometimes i think of<br />
other <i>words</i><br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-15807026099746569822019-05-07T06:01:00.000-07:002019-05-10T11:02:50.029-07:00some children<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<br />
some children<br />
wear brass ankle bracelets<br />
whose keys have been<br />
lost -<br />
their guardian angels have all gone on break and<br />
the gatekeeper<br />
misplaced their map of<br />
innocence<br />
so they wonder off<br />
into<br />
lands of thunder clouds<br />
and adulthood sins<br />
<br />
some children<br />
look in the mirror<br />
in search of their angel<br />
and the lost keys but only see<br />
themselves as <b>guilt</b><br />
and <b>broken</b><br />
<br />
<i>like the mirror</i><br />
<i>like innocence</i><br />
<br />
bkmmackenzie 2019<br />
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<b><i>let us pray for all the lost children of the world, torn by abuse, war, poverty and bullying. </i></b></div>
signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-77996710882118055422019-05-06T10:13:00.002-07:002019-05-21T17:39:03.175-07:00vessels (i)<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
<br />
<br />
this image<br />
a putrid vessel<br />
in leafless wood - who are you in<br />
there?<br />
<br />
troll of my sorrow..?<br />
thought haunted?<br />
<br />
stirred by a storm pulling at my last<br />
clinging leaf<br />
of season - <br />
<i>grace me</i><br />
<br />
for<br />
<br />
i am not Wiccan<br />
i know no Warlock great enough<br />
<br />
to contain <i>you</i><br />
and?<br />
who will release <i>you</i><br />
who will hold <i>you </i>at bay - and?<br />
<br />
what shall i name<i> you</i>? without answer<br />
i must take leave of this<br />
wood<br />
take leave of my love of it and seek appointment<br />
<br />
with a sainted George<br />
and his collapsing steeple<br />
<br />
bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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<b><i>saint george...the dragon slayer...</i></b>.<br />
<br />
<a href="http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2019/05/the-tuesday-platform-in-lieu-of-poem.html">imaginary garden with real toads</a><br />
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signed...bkmhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03558304976280070986noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1230025349331591828.post-85299609436099575342019-05-04T18:15:00.000-07:002019-05-16T17:39:38.610-07:00green velvet altar<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<br />
he made her his queen and<br />
placed her in a box<br />
he called it a castle and he gave her<br />
colored stones to play with and silken sheets<br />
he gave her a title ...(placed)<br />
it in paper<br />
on a green velvet altar with<br />
<br />
a signed photo of god<br />
<br />
but she did not want to be a queen or wear<br />
her crown<br />
reflecting god's photograph on his green velvet altar<br />
<br />
she wanted to be a<b> <i>whore</i></b><br />
dressed only in ripped blue jeans<br />
and a crimson blouse with the tiny stones<br />
of her own<br />
so each night in her dreams she slipped away and made love<br />
to the grey wolf<br />
who stripped away her jeans and all her sin<br />
with his eyes<br />
- while the moon watched, the stars smiled<br />
<br />
and the gravity of her god raced<br />
through the night <i>volum</i>-ed but untraceable<br />
to the green altar of his making<br />
<br />
when she woke again<br />
in the castle box she looked upon all the perils<br />
of promise and his --<i>wet dreams</i><br />
but he could not hold her for she had been<br />
bitten by the moon<br />
and a<br />
reflection of the<br />
<br />
grey wolf<br />
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bkmackenzie 2019<br />
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<a href="https://dversepoets.com/2019/05/16/openlinknight-243/">linked to Open Link Night</a></div>
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