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Echoes ... (faces in the fire)...

I see faces in the fire... there's echoes in the smoke...

 suspect wood and flames conspire...to have me believe that you just spoke.

be it a message down the wire; or just what I think  need to hear...

I see…

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Pills and Potions

...we had our heads thrown open to the sky;  we were high...

it seemed 'love' was on everyone's lips...

far more concerned with truth than consequence; 

when we lit out on some of those trips...

 

resorting to pills and potions,…

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Anna of the Old Guard

Anna was with the 'old guard'... in the days before the war...

before your brass buttoned uniform ...made her peasant's garb look poor

what made you think that you were so brave?

why did you laugh when you saw her…

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The Ballad of Emmett Guerin

my name is Emmett Guerin, I've been  a ghost these many years; 

I suppose I'm all but forgotten, across this vale of tears...

I was cut down in my prime, a long, long time ago...

an angel caught 'tween earth…

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Ageless Lullaby

too ra loo ra loo ra... que sera...sera...

I don't know just where you are... 

so I'll wish upon a star...

somewhere asleep in my soul... there rocks a lullaby...

it's cradled like a baby, in my memory...

and it

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Two small poems... to 'bookend' The Boon of Memory

I don't know where to start...

nothing is as it seems

I will hold you in my heart...

hope to see you in my dreams...

 

   I wrote these lines twelve years ago to the day... the morning after my son…

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The Boon of Memory

I suppressed a shiver, as I watched the wild geese take wing

I prayed to the river, to send me a song I could sing...

blue in the face, of autumn ablaze...

struck by the sadness of the shortened days...

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Willie on the Wind 

my people always thought I was old for my age...always dreaming... they took me for strange... 
I heard your song of Crowfoot; and I shared his tears of rage... 
I heard the demons scream out on the buffalo range... 

oh…

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Red River Blues 

we all now women don't just 'disappear'... it's a fact that they're 'out there' somewhere... 
some sleeping restless, in a shallow grave... a semblance of 'justice' all that's left to crave... 
mothers, daughters, aunts and sisters, too... what would you…

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An Ounce of Possession; A Pound of Flesh

 ... Satan sneered and said " I've sure got something special for you, brother..." 
... he had whisky in one hand, and cocaine in the other... 
... I stuttered out the strains of some old sacred song; tried to start…

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The Wind in Willow's Hair...

from a child to a woman, she's more than passing fair

with laughter like music, and a smile so rare

it's magic of morning, the lark in the clear air

sure, it's breath of the angels; the wind in Willow's…

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...still working on it...

... well... still working on this whole thing... as mentioned; any revious work should show up in the 'comment' section, and I'll either re-visit that;or just let it slide and start 'fresh'...bear with me; this is a 'bear', indeed. love…