Douglas McClarty Poems

How can I describe this silence
Sitting on an Iberian hill at midnight
Not one single sound, just nothing
light from a bright winter moon
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I was offered the secret of Iberia
There it was offered clear in print
Was brought from a field of acorns
And it would not cost me a mint
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Time seems to pass so quickly
When you're running out of it
Minutes seem like hours for some
While hours melt like snow for me
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So many people, walking, going nowhere
The smells, the sounds, the poverty facing me
The smiles from children lift the darkness
As we mingle in the sweltering Mumbai streets
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Don't chase nightmares you might catch up
Try chasing sweet dreams that become you
You are the captain of the good ship, your life
Plan the voyage carefully if you want to arrive
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Days pass no thoughts
about family, friends
Until the calm waters of life
start to ripple again
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A crisis meeting took place
In our good room.
With Uncle Willie, John and my Dad
I remember it was a Sunday
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I stood in smokey Masters bar
Accompanying singers on my guitar
Kathleen, Bernard would sing aloud
Entertaining the drunken crowd
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Could I ask, do you belong to me.
You have been here my sixty years
I love to see your changing beauty
You are growing old with me
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Like arthritic joints on display
How did trees grow this way
Did evil hands plant the seeds
As a fitting monument to bad deeds
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