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A Poem for Today

© Frank Westcott now through infinity. All rights reserved.

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~ 11 POEM-EES from July 27-31st, 2019 ~ ENJOY! ~

I JUST GOT OUT OF BED

I just got out of bed

Sat in a chair

Brushed my hair

Without a brush

My fingers

Did the trick

Now I’m gonna wash in the crick

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 27, 2019

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LEAVES DANCE AIR MESSING MY HAIR

Leaves dance air messing my hair.

I say, “Beware the air” & say,

“Wanna play with me, Leaf-it-or-

Not?”

”Too hot,” the Leaf says to the air

Thinking it’s me not him, that

Should beware.

Guess what, he, the Leaf was/is right.

The Leaf & the Wind, the Air Guy,

Are quite tight.

I ran for the man

I wanted

To be

&

Realized playing with a Leaf

Or the Air, I didn’t care to.

Sitting atop a tree like a bird

Was not as absurd as I once thot.

And when the Leaf chased the Air

It was quite cool, then.

I’m no fool, and started to dance,

Glad I took a chance & sat in the tree

With my new pants, on, me not the

Tree.

Glad the tree smiled & we wiled

Many an hour until the shower

Dropped from the sky & my shirt became

Tie-dye.

Ooops-I-Better-say, Good-bye…

“Good-Bye!”

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 27, 2019

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A POT ON THE FLOOR

A pot on the floor, feeling better now

Its headache gone because the sight

Of night had given him/it a fright

Personified to a “T”, or was it Tea

Or Tea-Hee

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 27, 2019

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WAVES DANCE

Waves dance ocean’s

Tides in-or-out

Shout if you want

No one will hear you

Over the ocean’s roar

Opening a new door

Of sound, Waves

Dancing Ocean’s Tides

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 28, 2019

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THERE ARE SOME THINGS

There are some things we cannot control

Or should, Sometimes the chaos

Is the love to Be to See

The Way…

Home

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 29, 2019

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THERE IS A SONG

There is a song in a heart lost

Venturing out to times anew

Seeing what the future will

Do

For you

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 31, 2019

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IT IS NEVER THE SAME

It is never the same, always,

But it’s what we’ve got

Always

Always is a long time without

Rhyme

Or with rhyme, always

Is the same

A long, long time

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 31, 2019

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LIFE IF IT WAS

Life, if it was more would be

Something else

Because life is what it is

As good as it gets

As bad as it gets

It just is…

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 31, 2019

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THE END OF NEAR

The end of near is the beginning

Of far

And far is not near until

It is

No longer far

But near

To fear change is to want

Far to be Near when its becoming Far

& not Near, & Near to be Far

When it’s becoming Near & no longer

Far/

Sort of…

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 31, 2019

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WHEN LONG IS SHORT

When long is short & short is long

You’ve got the long & short

Of it always

That’s the Long & Short

Of

It

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 31, 2019

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A POT SHINY ON THE FLOOR

A pot shiny on the floor holding a plant

Shiny, tiny & sparkly is lonesome

For love, another plant, of any size

That can rise to the occasion

Wishin’ no more for something special

Because it has it in a new pot

And sparkly too, in its pot of gold

No lopnger seeking rainbows

To Sing Life into Being

Not to mention the Treasure Chest

At the end of that rainbow

The best

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 31, 2019

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LISTEN TO YOUR HEART

Sounds bring silence out of

noise,

when sounds are silence precursors,

because ‘some’think sound

cannot exist

without noise first, too.

But this isn’t true.

Listen to your heart

in both silence & noise.

And you will discover, see, hear,

it beats continuously,

in either place,

in either way,

surrounded by either or both,

whether you hear it that way

or not.

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 18, 2019

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VEGAS MEMORIES DANCE SKIES

Vegas memories dance skies over a bridge

To destiny

Lingering no more in the abyss of time

Stopped

Ticking waiting no more, either, because

When the clock has stopped

For the last time

It has to run forever

When it starts

Again

© Frank Westcott, 2019. All rights reserved. Written July 17, 2019

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* Note for the poem to follow, the ‘losing you’ phrase can be for whoever and whatever we grieve…

IF GRIEF…

 …for Rev. Sandra Masters, Las Vegas, Nevada.

If grief was a leaf we could turn

Like a page in a book

We’d end it like a last

Chapter

And cry our last tear

Of fear, of losing you,

Forever

Not knowing fully, believing

Fully,

There is such a thing

As eternity

& We can live

& Be together forever

With & for those & all

Who & that

We love…

IF GRIEF written July 16, 2019

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" EINSTEIN LEFT A PUDDLE "

Einstein left a puddle on the floor ~

As he went out the door ~

Because he had gone in instead of out ~

When he thought he had the other ~

And wondered why it was raining ~

Inside not out! ~

...from me today :) July 13-2019 

FINDING ME #40

Finding me is... is...

Finding you, too.

As you find you & I find me

We find each other also

And in this finding

We are ourselves.

This is finding me.

FINDING ME #29


Finding me is the moment

Before fullness

That fills the moment

And the heart

With splendor

And I know there is sunshine.


Then there is sun & shine and they are both the same...

The sun

And the shine...

And they are both

Not the same

Too


One is the soul and one is of the sol-ar

It is in thses thoughts

I find myself

Soul

And sol-ar


Both

Giving warmth

Of a kind

Both receiving warmth

Of a kind

From each other

Posted November 3, 2014                                                                  

FINDING ME #18


Finding me is the call

Of the flicker

From a high branch

Spreading its tail.


The bird,

Not the branch.


But, if the Branch had feathers And Looked like a Bird and Sat There

On itself

It, too,

Could spread

Its tail feathers

In salute


To the moment


Maybe the tree

Is a bird

Too

And the flicker is on itself

Spreading its tail feathers

In salute

And I am seeing more

In the seeing

Than I thought possible


And I see in the notpossible

Everything that is possible


And I see in finding me

That it is in the thought to be not possible

That all truly resides

Even me

Posted October 30, 2014

FINDING ME #17


Finding me is waiting

For the call

Of the woodpecker

On the roof

Establishing

The rhythm to sing to

Easily At the right tempo

Leaving no tempo unheard

Unavailable        But...


The right tempo

Emerging

Of its own accord

With the tempo of the breathing of two hearts

When we sing together

And I find when my heart is beating at its own pace

The pace of my internal woodpecker

Beating its natural rhythm on my soul

I hear myself beginning to speak

And it sounds like singing

Posted October 24, 2014

FINDING ME #12


Finding me is singing with a friend

And finding harmony

And clarity

And our voices working together

Well

In ways that surprise me... you...

Us... That our voices so different

Could work so well

Together

Naturally

.

I realize that maybe

It is our hearts' voices

That are blending...

Working... well... so well

...Together


Our hearts... What is you...

What is me... What is us...

Blending...


Finding me is like that

Too...

It is finding that finding me

Is letting my voice

Sing

With another

Truly

With clarity resonance harmony


...truth.


Posted October 16, 2014.                                                     

FINDING ME # 27


Finding me is listening to the cheer

When the game is over

Won Necessary Important

To those that The winning

Is important And I know

That it is not Important to me

It is the game In and of itself

That is important To me


The do-ing The is-ing The moment-ing

The be-ing The now-ing The action-ing


And I know there is great act-ion in the

Stillness Still-ness Still-ness-ing


And I know I am find-ing myself

Even more In these thoughts


These thoughts that come unexpectedly

Gold And I know we find the gold

Where we least    expect    it


It is in these things I find myself truly

In the quiet     Between

This action     and     that


It     is     in      these     things


           Posted October 12, 2014

FINDING ME # 16


Finding me is hearing you singing

Long afar even the echo has ceased

And in this dynamic, I, me, me singing

Too

Long after the echo has stopped

Even the song has stopped

Even the song is still

No longer singing

But singing too in my heart

There

Long after the singing


I guess it is still singing then

The song

In this way

Maybe this is where

All songs sing in eternity

Where they reside

In truth

IN their Holiness

Posted October 11, 2014


FINDING ME # 36


Finding me is flowers blooming

In pots I had long discarded

Retrieving again to pot

And plant

And then seeing the shoots

Come forth out of the ground

Waiting and dancing for Spring


Posted October 10, 2014


FINDING ME #31


Finding me is listening

To the angel

Who lands on my shoulder

Lightly

When I least expect her to be there


And she comes...

And sometimes she is just there...

An angel on my shoulder...


Posted October 9, 2014

FINDING ME #23


Finding me is also when a raccoon

Wanders up my driveway

Lurks for a minute or two

Then cuts across the lawn

Ambling slowly poking through leaves

Leaving a deposit then turning

Making footprints in the snow

The other way and ambling still

Not as in unmoving but as in moving

And ambling still on the way

Towards the cars parked off to the side

A jeep and a car of my daughter's

Waiting to sell This is finding me also

In these things...


Posted October 8, 2014 

CHRISTMAS FUN !


What did Gabriel

say

when he saw

a bunch

of angels

covered in jewels???

"Hark!

The Herald

Angels

Bling!"


Written November 2013

FORTUNE TELLER BLUES


Went to a fortune teller

to see

what tomorrow

would bring.

"Monday," she said.

"What?" I said.

"Today is Sunday," she said.


Written Sunday, November 8, 2013 

WHETHER OR NOT HEAVEN EXISTS


Whether or not

heaven exists

may not matter.

Sometimes,

the knowing

of certain people

is enough.

Sometimes,

the having known

certain people

is enough.


Written November 2013

WHERE TIME MEETS NOTHINGNESS


Where time

meets nothingness,

we encounter more

in this stillness

than we could know otherwise.


Written November 2013

A GREAT SONG


A great song

is like it always existed,

even if it is the first time

you hear it... or you

just wrote it.


The song stays with you.

Inside you. It lingers.

And brings you to places

you did not know...

before, but did and do,

somehow,

feeling familiar, known always,

like you have always known

these places and this song.


You want to go there again,

to these places the song takes you

to,

and hear the song over & over

again... and again...


And you know, beyond doubt

a great song is playing inside you

now... forever in the moment.

inside you.... because this song

has become part of you.


Whether or not YOU wrote it,

it has become

YOURS.


This to me, is a great song.


Written October, 2013

A ONE CHORD SONG

Tried to write a one chord song.

Couldn't figure out where the changes were.

I guess it only matters that you strike the chord

of another's heart.

Perhaps that is what music truly is,

the striking of resonating chords

between people.

Maybe it does not get better than that.

And that is enough.

Written October 2013

I MARRIED A COMMA

I married a comma once.

Traded it in on an exclamation

mark. Divorced both.

Dated a colon. Semi.

Hyphenated a dash and

went on in favor of parenthesis

and non-possessives.

Discovered writing without

punctuation. Gave up reading

for dreaming over the blank page.

Found the best word was

none at all and fell in love

with Vegas.

No commas there...