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(This poem is a tribute to a great
friend and "Koko", Sherry Blue Sky. As a young man, I learn a lot
from her especially on the virtues of kindness, selflessness and creativity.
Her nuggets of wisdom, her self-effacing nature, her humorous self all add to the
beauty of this planet we live in. And, mimicking her, she would start,
"Hey, kiddo..." May this poem bring joy to your heart)
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On
Chasing After the Moon
Koko, or Koko(nut) (perhaps?)
We carry the planet in our hearts
Our treasure trove dwells in our blood
Pray, what are minted coins
Today present, absent tomorrow?
Of what use is wealth without
convictions and principles?
What is a gold vault worth if hidden in
a treacherous valley
Of rocky heart and darkened intentions?
So, Koko, if we be at the desert of
want, the two of us,
Let our throbbing hearts pumping
far-wrought dreams
Vide shared intentions
Be our oasis
Let us carry on, Koko,
Our sights at the stars,
Our vision to the wonders of the moon
What are tweedle little cosmetic
illusions
Disguised as artificial neon lights,
anyway?
*********************
On Ocean’s Tides
We
are such sands,
Spread
across the oceans of the world
Each
of us a grain, each of us a beach
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Argh
Argh.
Oh my head.
The poem ends here.
4 comments:
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Salem, what a GIFT you have given me this morning! Such a BEAUTIFUL tribute. You write with truth and vision, of what is Real and Meaningful in this life. My favorite part? "Argh. My Head." Hee hee! Totally hilarious. Wow, this morning has started out so wonderfully. Like opening gifts all the way down my inbox! Thank you. Humbly. Thank you. Now go shine your light some more on this old world. It needs you.
@ Sherry Blue Sky, I also humbled by this. I knew what your favourite part would be. ( That makes me a prophet, he he).
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