Rain

Its been raining for days now
or so it seems
raining so much
that I see it in my dreams

The roads they are flooded
the water does rise
and yet it keeps falling
from wet laden skies

It falls upon land
once parched and dry
It falls on my face
makes me look like I cry

It waters the earth
and replenishes it all
but once fully sated
it continues to fall

I long for a summer
like the ones when I was young
and gaze out my window
hoping the rain is soon done

On Being Bald

Consolation for Baldness

What’s the advantage of hair, anyhow?
It blows in your eyes and it flops on your brow,
Disguising the shape of your scholarly head;
It often is gray and it sometimes is red.
Perhaps it is golden and ringleted, but
It needs to be combed and it has to be cut,
And even at best it is nothing to boast of,
Because it’s what barbarous men
have the most of;
Then challenge you mirror, defiant and careless,
For lots of our handsomest people are hairless-

Arthur Guiterman

The Table

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The flat topped land
sits like a table
well laid beneath the sky

its bounty drapes
over gullies
along rivers

reaching into the shore land places
where the weary
take refuge

from the approaching storm
arriving swift and certain
once we deplete it all

One Letter Away

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Sometimes opposing or supporting factors are but a tiny letter away. Here’s a few examples of what I mean.
-Don’t run others lives, you may ruin them!
-Good deeds will get you closer to God.
-Live with love.
-If you go you may loose what you got!
-Some friends can be fiends.

The Road

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Life is like a road, one without a map.
Some of us begin by racing along, never a thought put into the steps.
Some of us move with caution,
each step deliberate.

The journey truly starts when we leave our mother’s arms.
When we dare to venture forth alone
responsible for our own lives
and our choices

There may be many intersections
some good, some bad.
There may be a roadblock or two.
Pause, deliberate and take the action right for you.

Some of us travel our roads alone.
Some of us find soul mates to journey with.
Some of us go with friends or family.
It matters not how you go, just go.

The end looms ahead,
but before it comes, the chance for adventure
growth, learning abounds.
Some lessons and experiences will leave us wounded,
some will make us strong

When the journey’s end is near
I want to know that I went along my road well.
That I did my best, harming no one
and that my life had meaning and made a difference

It isn’t the road that counts,
nor the vehicle we take
its the journey and how we make it,
that makes us all great travelers.

Snow Deer

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Tracks stitched into the snow
cold icy trails
traces of what went by
in the depths of the night

Frozen marks of life
linear and stark
upon the gleaming white
layered one upon the other

Five deer passed by
unseen, yet still remain
their prints upon the snow
inscribed deeply

Traces of night life
on a lifeless winter ground
the wandering tracks
of deer seeking food

now and then they cross together
wander and undulate
one track upon the other
hinting of desperation