Brian D Griffin Poems

I stand in August and smell October coming.
The dry summer crumbles fallen leaves while green.
The eyes of children widen as the siren call of hallowed hall begins.
And I the child still feel the stomach knot of that unknown.
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Lo, there do I see my father,
Lo, there do I see my mother,
And my sisters and my brothers.
Lo, there do I see the line of my ancestors
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We are underneath that pall with you today
Like the great grey scarf the sky pulls round its neck
We earthen vessels gather in this place
And look now upon the broken jar that days ago was you.
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You are my warm embrace and when you are not there, my days are cold.
Enfolded in your curves, I am made whole and you are time itself.
It is not right when you cloud and hide, for in your warmth we began.
It is from this mingling that we have grown our roots as one great tree.
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I whistled past the graveyard yesterday.

She's gone but lingers still in eyes and smiles of mine and other's children.
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I sang my friend to sleep today.The long deep sleep that brings you ever peace… He left a world of him behind and all those who face is his and voice rings of him and his smile and twinkling eye shines through.

I sang my friend to sleep today, with hymns of saddened joy and lofty echoes of "He is not here, but is in a better place."I held his hand and then he left.We said good bye, but I had to take his heart's word for it… he could not speak.
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I walked amongst the young last night. Like dry tumbleweed blowing across a thick green lawn.Young firm bodies touched and played as I watched with my cepia glasses on.

Rich sweet music rose up from where they were. Young sweet voices raised in harmonious youth. As I cross-faded in and out of visions of my own from once upon a time
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The Yule log burns and all four candles glow.
Past the longest night; the Son comes with the dawn.
Gather now and sing the way we do.
And think of those who cannot sing along.
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