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For These I Have Wept

For These I Have Wept

I have wept for the child whose father knew not of his sadness
Emptiness, a cancer growing alone ravaging no emotions
Tenderness tendrils stomped back no crying, take it like a man
I wept for a man who could not wipe tears from dry eyes
Wife lay in repose quite lifeless no looking good here
I have wept for a boy no good at sports but loved natrue.
Standing in angry shame before an embarrassed father, cold hearted
Sullen, he waits and the shame deepens and becomes
Dead white drifts of emptiness through his unfeeling soul
Cancer grows, malignant, swift, merciless, no tears to cry.
I have wept for myself grieving for poor health and a son
Come into his own to experience our love and mutual need.
Weep, my son, weep with me in joy, not too late, not too late
Love, Dad
Carl James
2-15-18

Some Men Weep

Some Men Weep

Some men weep some hide in shame at such vulnerability and exposure.
I have wept for joy a the beauty and culture of all mnkind
I have wept in sorrow at the brutality, the viscious cold-blooded acts.
I have grieved at the death of a friend and at being abandoned by a friend
I Have wept in gratitude at the love and giving of a perfect stranger
I have sobbed uncontrollably at my loss of health clinging to my wife
I have sobbed in despair at the leaving of my wife and her friends in lonlinesss
I have sobbed at depressed, frustrating days seemingly with no end.
I have sobbed at daybreak with endless meadows of wildflowers
I have missed my children and grandchildren who have left home.
I have wept over the arrival of new grandchildren and their growth
I have wept with joy the profusion of life all around me and its delicacy
I weep with gratitude at a new day of living and with those]
Who touch my heart in harmony and our depth of perception?
I weep for the music, harmony of the world, harmony of the universe.

Carl James

1-31-18

Dark Eyes

Dark Eyes

A new section begins in our lives when each will either
Read the exciting chapters of our lives or will read a few
Lines or pages and lay it aside, bored or fearful of the end
I will call you Dark Eyes because of your Indian heritage and
My eternal ability to fall into chasms of the soul’s lights
I will fear you for a while asking if my life is enough for you
Will my depth of soul and my heart be able to hold you fast?
Will petty differences consume the excitement in our lives?
Will love flow through us and around us touching us gently?
Is this what we have been waiting for all these years?

Carl James
1-21-18

Letting It Go

Letting It Go
What pieces of the universe have you claimed
All that property listed in your name
All the things fashioned from metal, stone,
Slip from your grasp before the day is through.
What of the river, liquid silver, permanent we thought.
What of the shelter with payments in arrears.
What of the lands with stones turned to sand
Give it up, it won’t last you from a far
If you should travel to a glittering star.
If you ignite, if you suddenly explode
Turning bright red then a cheery glow
More significant will that be seen than
Living an eternity with sorrow, grief
For in your bright shining moment
Sailors in gratitude will stop to observe
Light of your radiance, a new dawning
New direction to life’s eternal moments
Carl James
10-17-17

Vessel of Dreams

Vessel of Dreams
Mercuric and clear, the river that we feel
Fast, noisy and warm, cold, silent and deep.
Memories that we shared, silver tears we shed
A boat that cleaved the river, heavy as lead
Carrying us assuredly, peacefully, for days, four
Hear the laughter, friends from afar
Partners in conservation, a connection yet un-read.
A night on the river, comrades of the light
Love for the river, bonding in spirits for a night
Flowing downstream we and the river know
We were gathered in the gentle hands of life
Showing us the way to meld with the sight
We parted renewed, refreshed dreaming the rest
For the journey a part of our dream quest, the rest
Lays in life-filled solitude behind and the past.

Carl James
10-17-17

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the heart, so hard to say for reality may come and wash it away.
Tears of joy that streak my face, hopefully not from another day.
For your desires and mine, a fire hopefully won’t generate any dire consequences
Steadfast and sure under fickle skies, damn the distance, love may just prosper.
For what is love worth if you’ve never seen it, passion, compassion, confidence,
Odd companions of maturity, hard to trust when you’ve seen everything.
Screaming, cussing manipulating sadistic and pouting after shouting….can’t
We just have a scenery outing? Perhaps I can lose you in the trees on knees
Until I can’t hear anymore and dream the impossibilities of you and me, as
Cautiously they become maybes turned to likelihoods and perhaps truths.
Carl James
9-28-17

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the Heart

Dreams of the heart, so hard to say for reality may come and wash it away
Tears of joy that streak my face, hopefully not from another day
For your desires and mine, a fire hopefully won’t generate any dire
Steadfast and sure under fickle skies, damn the distance, live may just prosper.
For what is love worth if you’ve never seen it, passion, compassion, confidence,
Odd companions of maturity, hard to trust when you’ve seen everything.
Screaming, cussing manipulating sadistic and pouting after shouting….can’t
We just have a scenery outing? Perhaps I can lose you in the trees on knees
Until I can’t hear anymore and dream the impossibilities of you and me, as
Cautiously they become maybes turned to likelihoods and perhaps truths.
Carl James
9-28-17

The Heart of Life

The Heart of Life

There is no place to start and no place to end for life’s glory travels through your skin.
You cannot avoid it never fails to absorb you cry with you laugh with you. become you.
We are so vulnerable like a cell in a blood stream, an idea of the mind, and a second in time
All that we know, have become, life exists at our centers gently prying to reach selflessness
Full integration with the whole without loss of individuality, autonomy, self-control yet a
Oneness many dare not meet that opens your soul to love’s generosity, unconditionally,
Spirituality, trust, kindness compassion making us all brothers of the struggles of man,
Animal, plant, for each is bound to survive, multiply, purify, strengthen, multiply and protect.
Each cycle must be taken, no covenants broken for we must grow, learn, improve for all.
So no matter the squabble we must always choose the champions of life, promise of perseverance.
Life and death may be full, empty, sad, joyous but unavoidable so why not go with the flow being
All you can be.

Carl James
9-28-17

Roam’n

Roam’n
Thank god for a lively imagination, all it takes is my translations
Where fields, rives and silos checker and ribbon the Ozarks to Shiloh
Pure Kentucky Bourbon drank in white straw hat in the morning, Kentucky,
Churchill Downs ,I believe ponies don’t care what you’re bettin’,
Just a white linen suit, take it back smelling’ like Havana’s given by an
Owner when my studious gaze drawled out half a mil and bees on
Honey attracted to all that money, dinner at the club, her dad’s treat
She lay sleeping, as the sun leaked light runways for dust particles.
A fine old man loved the suit and the dried-up Havana to boot,
Rock walls and tender green grass pointed me West. I wonder
Which will go first my two hundred thousand mile or SUV, or me
Alone some stretch in an abandoned town grain elevators to hide behind or
Perhaps onward on a stroll around the Devil’s Tower sacred monument to
Lovers of the earth or sitting on the edge of Acoma Pueblo trying to find my place
In the sun every morning till the day is done and will my soul
Cry out to me or will I just dissolve, another old man who loved the earth.

Carl James
9=27-17

Whimsy of Life

Whimsy of Life

Whimsical life, here, then there in an instant
Visible, than only light in the form of a memory
Memory, a powerful energy that celebrates an
Existence no matter its significance and yet
We remember the portion of life we saw emerge,
Disappear in the sacred earth, a wheel of infinity
Our lives, an inextricable part, everything that we
Know for all returns and unrecognizable as it is we
Inevitably find a laugh, a voice, a face, a tear we
Remember and recognize again and again across a
Crowded rom, in a whispering pine, trickle of water
Blowing sand, each grain knowing it’s special place,
It’s shape to help stabilize an artful dune an hour,
A day, a million years to form a cliff, a grotto, home.

To Audrey, my sympathy, my love, Carl 9-6-17

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