goosey gandering

.

ponder without plundering
that which you have put a ring
wonder without wandering
as you cast each crumb and string
. . . without slandering
. . . without pandering
ponder each slander
and mine truths that lie within
wander and pander
each horizon at your doorstep begins
have a go at a gander
stay awhile for some friendly banter

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first o'Fall

in spite of what surrounds us
whatever circumstances are
we are learning to find peace
within ourselves
regardless of what's

going on around us,
learning to self-soothe
kind of thing and find
we all are coming through
to the other side, strong

persons we've missed;
our friendships through,
a new season approaching
and a sense begins to form
that peace rising up from

Ode to the Ferryman

Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad-
words and stanzas on a digital pad.
I will always remember your poetry.

Within your verses each line offers
wonders - mysteries of thought,
universalities in observations caught.
I will always remember your expression.

A frequent flyer, expectant passenger,
beyond the distant shores I travel;
safely aboard your verbose vessel.
I shall always remember your name.

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