Marvin Farber
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Pastime trenz pruca
Hometown seattle, washington
job photographer
interests landscape, portrait, travel
Poem Titles
> I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A DANCER
> SEVEN FRIENDS
> MORNING CLOUDS THE MIND
I'VE ALWAYS BEEN A DANCER
I've always been a dancer
Rhythmic compressions
I've always been a dancer
Masking
Terpsichore expressions.
Papa, I cannot catch a ball
Watch me strike out
Papa I cannot catch a ball
Twisting.
Unseen spirals whirl about.
Papa, why toss me the ball
Whence I surely miss the basket
Papa, why toss me the bail
Flying.
The torso zooms high a tisket-a-tasket.
Papa, do not make me a boxer
I don't want to fight
Papa, do not make me a boxer
Turning.
Strong limbs churning vigorously light
I've always been a dancer
No shame, Papa, hardly pathetic
I've always been a dancer
Rising,
Muscled legs soaring, so firmly athletic.
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MORNING CLOUDS THE MIND
Morning clouds the mind
Cuinnlous the fears
Cirrosti-atus of tears
Crystals ol'anxiety
Mysteriously invade
A thoracic society.
Early morning clouds the mind
Darkness lifts.
The clock at six
Silently shifts
To the surgeon's cutting edge
On a Thoracoscopic ledge.
Awake my love, my wife,
Villainous cancer on the lung
Foreboding words, best unsung
Deliverance to the surgeon's care
Video-assisted, he will ensnare
The tumored viper from its lair.
Two surgical hours at a tortoise pace
Could eighty years of life erase?
Reverse the mind-set, the inner rage,
Visualize a triumphant stage.
Wherein Ruth does conquer hurt and pain
To restore the beauty of her life again.
Two intense hours, her thoracic surgeon appears,
Will skilled Dr. McKenna allay our fears?
We listen carefully to the words he will say
Cancer removed completely this day
The miracle of Ruth - full recovery with care
The tumored viper ensnared from its lair.
Early morning no more clouds the mind.
Body and soul does peacefully unwind
Each day my beloved triumphantly restores
Her health, her courage, as she opens the doors
To enter into those, yes, those octogenarian years
With hope, with love, with laughter's slight tears.
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THE TIME OF NOW
A healthy mind in an ageing body
Nurtures life in the time of now.
Thoughts spent with ghosts of past
Drain energy from an agitated brain,
Concern and fantasy for the future
Ties into knots what may never be,
Wisps of day-dreaming
Spread cobwebs through our veins.
Live in the present, in the time of here,
Creativity and gratitude for the moment.
Embrace the good, manage the difficult
Strength the source of today’s reality
Wherefore we age to each day’s tune
As we trek the bending road
Of our Everyman’s journey.
