Poets Dust

We reach for eternity
Never seeing past you and me
Death revolves around us
Trying to miss that bus

A poet writes with trust
Delivering oneself from the gray
A poets write is just
When there is nothing left to say

Your spirit lifted us
Words where your gift
So now into dust
In ashes we sift

Looking for you today
Besides ourselves in grief
As we bury your way
Into our belief.......

RIP Maya Angelou

FTBAS 5.28.14

Dances in utopia

A dreamer
A believer
A saint
A sinner

Ain't bee
We see
Complaint free
In jubilee

Satire
desire
forebear
quagmire

Comedy, tragedy needing
Hilarity taught everywhere
Character lye bleeding
Etched on the door

Love ain't opera
Fat women sing
Dances in utopia
Are not what they seem...........


FTBAS 5-26-14