ONE BABY BOY


It seemed like it was all about one little boy

Held fast to the chest, rocked in the rhythm of tender and joy.

Ten fingers and ten toes moving to the giggle and flail.

Just one baby boy all new  and sparkling,

Smelling like morning dew and Spring rising.

Soft as pony’s nose or the inside of a puppy’s ear.

Yawning for sleep in the early evening

Sobbing to be held in the wee hours of the morning.

It seemed like it was all about him

This mourning of his life taken

Nearly two decades later on the side

Of a New Hampshire road

A Police bullet through his neck

Covered in a white sheet on the side of road

A cradle of asphalt and rebel gravel

Soft and limp, breath-less, broken

Even in the not seeing I can see him there

Urging my inner vision to gather another memory

Of his baby self all new and wanting

Helpless and needy in that crib, shimmering.

Picking all that hungry life up

Gathering him to my open heart

Cooing and smiling at his magnificence

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Sobbing for the loss of him

Sobbing for the loss of Orlando

Sobbing for the insanity of suicide bombers

Sobbing for the whole planet and all of us

Held hostage to fear and righteousness

It seemed like it was all about this one baby boy

When giving all my unshed tears to him

Might some how free up space to weep for the world

Weep for all those that I now gather to my heart

I let it all matter, ALL of it

It all matters starting with one

sweet, new baby boy.

Rest in peace.

copyrite .. jadwani

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THE NARROWS


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Skookumchuck Narrows before the tide came in on a full moon night

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SKOOKUMCHUCK NARROWS, BC.   2005  The tide came in.

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I take the Narrow’s tempestuousness slit

My boat lost to a long ago of well being

The full moon calls the Sea to give rise to the tide

She pulls its out to bring it in

What comes  in greets what is going out

a violent swirl, a vortex of pull and funneled force

A ride like wild mustangs in a fevered run

Holding on as if life means everything

And everything means nothing

but to ride out the tide

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I take the Narrows on this full moon night

For want to imagine this journey of all journeys

Will gather  me in under the luminous night orb

Drown me to make me wholy and awakened

to rise out of the depths of my ending

Washed clean. left naked, pulling in air

before my lungs explode in defeat

Dreaming of the gills that let me swim

before this time of living knew that limitation.

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I took the Narrows to an ending

Finding the breath of a new beginning

Waiting for the next unfolding.

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FRIENDS WITH YOUR DEVIL


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Devils sleep in your dream bed

They mostly abide in Story’s head

Around and around the tale does go

When they tempt and tease at life’s flow

Avoid the under tow

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Waking, you wonder the truth of it all

These dreams of said devils, an angel’s fall

Once pure and white, at heaven’s pearly gate

To Hades tis said you go in flames and wait

You can break that date

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Depends where beliefs fill your minds

Depends where fear holds and abides

Depends if these devils have a hold on you

Peel fear away and you get to choose

Don’t be misused

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There is no telling you what to believe

When we all want to live, love, and receive

Seven Billion strong on a floating orb

Where power and greed hunger for more

Have love at your core

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“Devil be gone” a cry from within

You believe you deserve punishment for sin

Love has not left you, you are Spirit’s child

Awaken to Love you are not exiled

Sit with peace awhile

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Do Not Enter…


This poem comes from a prompt of Jill Badonsky.    “Write to expose those things that need light to be shed upon them.”

What are those place within and around that have a ‘Do Not Enter’ sign on them?

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It wasn’t hard to push at that mind space

The sign, Do Not Enter, was a lazy drape over the frontal lobe

Almost like it was ready to slip right out my open mouth

With a sudden blurt, an uninhibited want to speak the hidden

How many times had it been readjusted perfectly to ward that off?

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The mind was churning with want to expose

The  heart voice hoped to know better of it

The bubble and brew within the cranial housing

couldn’t hold the thoughts old and hungry for release

Readjusting the signs yet again hoping no one would knock

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Hoping that what needed to fly out into the open

could be contained

a little longer,

a little longer

just a little longer.

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Clarity’s want gave one hard pound on the bony surface

Took hold of that Do Not Enter sagging there

Flipped it off like a spider on a shoulder

Out rolled the hurt, the frustration,

The holding on for dear life.

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It wasn’t meant to hurt the beloved traveling The Path

Only to speak to what drives the hurt

What lays waste to  dreams

What shudders and boils old fear

And here we are blistered, peeling pain off

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Never was the want of clarity so unclear

There is no re-hanging the Do Not Enter

There is no taking back what needed saying

The sign fell and seethes in the pot of life’s letting go

Adding single drops of forgiveness to get it right again

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LIFE ON EARTH


The stirring of the world around me in the rising of Spring’s renewal , and  the intense enveloping of the political world, give me a clear view of the duality that I rest in every day.   There is no avoiding either.    Better to settle into the greening and the thunder, then to let the angry righteousness of people fill me with fear and victimization.

Give me Earth’s Wisdoms, however it chooses to unfold.

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                                                           Forget Me Nots

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Rise up to the Great Awakening

Out there is the Kingdom of God

Take wonder and awe at The Infinite

Embrace the Oneness of the Universe

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Out there is the Kingdom of God

Standing on the lush crest looking outward

Embrace the Oneness of the Universe

Smelling the rising green of Spring’s awakening

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Standing on the lush crest looking outward

Make witness to Creation’s magnificence

Smelling the rising green of Spring’s awakening

Take belief in the perfection of Spirit

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Make witness to Creation’s magnificence

Darkness and Light are Earth’s gravity

Take belief in the perfection of Spirit

Know the destruction of Element’s colliding

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Darkness and Light are Earth’s gravity

It is in their embrace that we find wholeness

Know the destruction of Element’s colliding

Love holds the soft and harsh of living

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It is in their embrace that we find wholeness

Will you gather what soothes and what gives anguish?

Love holds the soft and harsh of living

Fear flourishes in the grip of self-righteousness

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Will you gather what soothes and what gives anguish?

Can you swim in the pool of loneliness?

Fear flourishes in the grip of self-righteousness

Will you let in differences to end fearfulness?

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Can you swim in the pool of loneliness?

Forgiveness is in the Spring of renewal

Will you let in differences to end fearfulness?

Gratitude is ever present in an open heart

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Forgiveness is in the Spring of renewal

Take wonder and awe at The Infinite

Gratitude is ever present in an Open heart

Rise up to the Great Awakening

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The Ending is a New Beginning


Day 30… the last day of National poetry Month.

Thank you to those who have followed and read my work.

I deeply appreciate that.

As is my favorite style of poetry, I give you a pantoum.

I will be gathering my pantoums for a poetry book.

Stay tuned.

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BE HERE NOW

A day comes to sunset, a story ends, a loved one dies.

A relationship meets its closure, a beginning finds it’s end

And endings make a place for a new possibility

Life is woven in spirals, cycles of starts and finishes

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A relationship meets its closure, a beginning finds its end

The in-betweens hold the reactions, the bitter and the sweet

Life is woven in spirals, cycles of starts and finishes

Curves and turns, betrayals and losses, the heart breaks

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The in-betweens hold the reaction, the bitter and the sweet

The re-start is out of reach in the crush of life’s take away

Curves and turns, betrayals and losses, the heart breaks

A new day gives rise out of the dark night

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The re-start is out of reach in the crush of life’s take away

And endings make a place for a new possibility

A new days gives rise out of the dark night

A day comes to sunset, a story ends, a loved one dies

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Loss Must Have All Our Tears… a pantoum


day 26…

  I dedicate this to Janine.  Sending her love and hope in this time of great sadness.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

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Has chaos laid its final hand upon us?

There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

The earth body has it limitations to release the bound soul

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

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There is no knowing when you will be taken or how

Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

And in our grief we remember the celebration of a life well lived

Filling up on the gifts that love has generously given

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Can we greet death by living to our highest and greatest good?

The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

Filling up on the gifts that loves has generously given

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

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The Universe brings infinite vastness into our souls

There is no telling when we will be called into the light and dark of it

When remembrance is what holds us to what was

And loss must have all our tears.

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There is no telling when we will be called into the Light and Dark of it

Fragile are we in our unfolding from life to death

And loss must have all our tears.

Is it a call to the ever-lasting?

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