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Two Souls

5/31/2017

By Bob Dougherty

I was part of you before you knew me.
You were part of me before I knew you.
Before we knew, fate drew our destiny.
and when we met 'twas like two candles lit.
As our eyes locked, our smiles did warmly rise,
touching hands, our fingers then softly laced.
Each morn those golden memories revive
and at eventide echo through the heart.
There is no loneliness where love is strong,
for two souls always live where love lives on.
You were part of me before I knew you.
I was part of you before you knew me.

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Flowers

5/30/2017

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By Bob Dougherty

I leaned forward against the corner of the old brick building
forearm against forehead and wondered how I got here.
Down the alley between and beyond two old trucks I saw another
flower peering through an opening in a fence. It compelled me
to come forward like the other flowers I had seen. The sun
beat down and I could feel the heat from the old trucks

as I approached. Squeezing between them the smell of crazed
old tires and oil painted the air. I ducked under a side mirror
but saw no one in it. Where are the people in this forgotten place;
what woes caused them to leave? Finally, I reached the flower
and stretching out my hand to touch it, a hard gust of dust blew
through the opening. Wiping sweaty grime from my eyes

I saw him standing in a doorway framed like a portrait;
old with deep eyes, he seemed to call me with thoughts alone.
Extending his hand, I held it and I swear when we touched
I heard a rattling and it was not him. He looked inside me
and invited me over the threshold, then said,

“I planted the flowers to grow everywhere
and lead the people back to me”.

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Black Daemon

5/26/2017

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By Bob Dougherty

I grew in an ancient forest
a pine tree standing tall
my era ended long ago
it’s eons since my fall.

Plunging in a primordial swamp
deep into ooze so cold,
time and pressure transformed my wood
to coal that’s mined for gold.

I wake to clanging of machines
devouring earth I know.
Yet, in man’s hunger for my soul
burns an ominous glow.

Leave me in my intended tomb;
don’t take my corpse to burn.
If ghosts of eons gone go free
we’ll haunt earth’s every turn.

The carbon cycle in balance
sustains the world you know.
Heed the signs of nature’s stress
and live by what they show.

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