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 The poem 'Ancient Warriors' is roughly the shape of an arrowheadSmall Miracles take place in all of us. We have to hear them.  
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Keep Dreaming audio When you think you have it
in your hand
Keep dreaming.
When it's going better
than you planned
Keep dreaming.
No matter how
things may look now
They won't and cannot
stay the same
So stay ahead of every game
By dreaming.
Keep on dreaming.
Just when you think
you've got it made
Keep dreaming.
When it's the best
you've ever played
Keep dreaming.
Time's not always on our side
Many think so, yet all do die.
So be ahead of all the games
By dreaming.
Keep on dreaming. . .
 Small Miracle audioSometimes,
when I'm complacently
resting on my laurels,
a dream is interjected
into my not-so-subconscious,
often not too subtly
giving me the awakening
that I needed.
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Superlatives audio Shall we
capture heady moment
some superlatives of life
a sip of heartfelt romance
a dab of sweet and nice
the taste of salt on someone's skin
a whisper in an ear
the scent of love, a baby's laugh
a sparkling angel's tear.
A brilliant smile in lovely eyes
a sprinkle of some hugs
warm afternoons, a cuddly night
the mist of eastern fogs.
Package heady moments
the superlatives of life
a secret vault to draw upon
to smother fires of strife.
Ponder audioI wanted you to know
While I sit here by the shore
And ponder this and that
About my life
As I gaze out at the waves
There is nothing I would change
Good was good
but so was bad
Such is life.
Sometimes I think and smile
At the past
Oh, so worthwhile!
Life was hard
What great is not?
Such is life.
I just wanted you to know
As I meander down this shore
Your magic presence
made the difference
to this life.
Ancient Warriors audio Ancient warriors strong and proud
Do their tribal dance inside our
head.
Primitive chants from simpler times
Transfer forward from the dead.
Living conduits of days gone by
Souls bursting while they travel
Slash the inevitable future
Trawling epoxied past.
Primal rhythms beat
within breasts
Eyes closed,
souls
do
the
rest.
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