In April, when spray begins to spring
Lilacs and daffodils can be found
Pulsing up from the dead ground
And birds long gone return to sing
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Geoffrey Chaucer, To Rosamund - (A Minimalist Translation)
Madame, you be of all beauty shrine
As far as circled is the mappamund,
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Fog so thick you can't
See the bridge - Just hear fog horns
Signaling danger
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Early winter sky
Rain clouds muscle up against
Broad swatches of blue
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I spread
My hands to you
My soul like thirsty land
I trust You to show me the road
...
We give
you thanks O God
We call upon your name
And all your wonderful deeds we
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Children
Are the Lord's gift
Build your home with the Lord
Stand watch with the Lord over your
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I. CAPTIVITY
Your two eyes will slay me suddenly
I may the beauty of them not sustain,
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Silence
You don’t know me
You’ve read the last pages
Of a forgotten book you used
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God our Mother - God
Of healing and renewal
Restore us to health
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I am
The desert god
Without father or son
I am alone - jealous, angry,
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Your belly swollen
With new life. Your breasts swollen
With God’s abundance.
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Un-man
Me now Dear God
I will whine, crab and cry
Dissemble and invent, posture
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I am a retired trial lawyer living in San Francisco. As Jacques Maritain observed, poetry is the divination of the spiritual in the things of sense; for me, poetry is a place of calm, insight, and healing. I also find solace in my family and the martial art, Aikido. Thank you for reading my poems; I hope at least one of them touches you and helps you order your world.)
Kiss Kiss
Kiss kiss kiss I will
Again and again hold you
Touch you taste you kiss
© 2009 Forrest Hainline