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The Plan

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

Broken dreams,forever it seems
Endless hope,beyond breadth and scope
My best plans,neath shifting sands
Precious heart,all torn apart
Will my life,contain only strife
Try&try to no avail,cannot tip the scale
Better chances come,neighbor still says bum
Seeking only simple love,sky pours from above
Waiting for the better day,passed by along the way
Only the butt of jokes,by cruel webby folks
Climb back up again,seeking fickle wind
Hope and hope to soar,once again face meets floor
Stomach tied in a knot,destiny says you'll hurt a lot
My only friend is pain,nothing here to gain
The circle of karma moves,but what's this prove
Were I to die today,who would care to clear the way
Broken dreams,forever it seems
For Vikki


Crystal Clear

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

Young girls love to flirt it seems
Old guys like to dream some dreams

Idle chatter brightens the day
Hurries it, along it's way

She smiles a smile and gayly talks
Showing off them darn socks

Here is now, past is past
All and all, it could not last

Somehow, somewhere, some line is crossed
That pretty smile is lost

New is old and old is young
All things will something else become

Years from now, some remembered smile
Will bring us peace
Along our last mile

Poetry of Life

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

I am not a poet,just a man
Sometimes the the emotions that issue from my soul,
find their way into words that rhyme,sometimes not
This is the poetry of life,not the poetry of words
On occassion the emotions transcend the power of
mere words to contain the reality
Never the less, we all feel the need to share
the truth of our existence
So I will try

The Song of Memories

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

When it is all done,we are nothing but the sum of our memories
A collection of thoughts and visions and pleasure and pain
We wear our past,like a comfortable old shirt,that is worn and frayed,but to dear to throw away
Today,another person I love said goodbye
I reflect on this as I drive to visit my wife's grave
After a fleeting glimpse,my Love has travelled on,maybe to return,perhaps not
Do these things build what I am,or tear little pieces away,lost forever
I have not decided,will my heart be an empty hole in my chest when I have loved enough
Well,I am here,and it is peaceful as always,the dead tend torwards solitude
Beneath this soft earth lies nineteen years of my life
The glittering gold band,that I have now placed on my right hand,will hold the essence of our love,forever
This conjunction of the wheels of our lives,is always on my mind
Even as I search for another traveller to join the journey
Nineteen roses were brought to her side,the day she left us all,one for each year of the happiness and pain,that we call life
My new Love has but begun her journey,she will grow with wisdom,as the years pass
May she find her way back or not,as the sands run down,she will revisit her past and remember the love of a stranger that floated outside of her world
When the man,who has become the Dragon,ponders the Jade Beauty,he wishes the warm pure glow of her love could wash over him
That the sweet song from her lips,would carry him away to a land devoid of pain
So,such are the things that make life worth enduring
To one day float on the bright clouds,as we complete the circle

for my love--Mei You Ge

On That Day,Long Ago

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

I stood very still,gazing out over the neat rows of fragile white markers
It is so quiet,here in the Punchbowl ,insulated from the noisy city below
Here in the caldera of some long dead volcanoe,lie not long dead warriors
I ponder my very existence and the luck that has allowed me to tarry here,under blue skies
On that day,long ago,my father was at sea,by some twist of fate
Or perhaps he would lie here,with his eternally sleeping comrades
I stood very still,gazing out over the friends and family that gathered at the crest of the hill
The grain of the oaken wood,that I have chosen to convey his remains,sings to me of nature and life
The report of the salute,rings in my ears,the crisp snap,as the flag is folded
A hero's honor's,for a man,who did nothing more than a hundred thousand others
Perhaps,I am sure,they were all hero's,in their own way and their own time
Only fate,says which will die soon and which will die late
I stood very still,gazing out over my life,what will fate have for me?

for my father--William Elmer Craycraft

A Thought

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

It is difficult to remember
in this world of instant everything
That the heart still only beats
one beat at a time

Mei Guo

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

Truth,justice and the American way
these are things we often say
Meeting beautiful strangers,from far off lands
how can we help untie their hands
Where do we show them,what it is to be
in this Beautiful Country totally free
When our eyes are forced open wide
we find there are things,we also hide
Nothing here is totally right
when held beneath the glaring light
But we try to improve the score
while always holding an open door
For those who wish to live
with all the hope that freedom gives

for my friend Lin Tong

Looking East

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

Far stranger gives voice
Let heart be felt
to sooth
for joy
Perhaps to smile

Mountain standing firm to earth
Ablaze in crimson sun
floating gently
slightest breeze
Sees old man dragon

Sun caress's mountain's face
The warm blush of spring
trickles down
seeking valleys
To begin again

Sprintime breezes across the land
Joy will not come
on marsh
on earth
Sparrow lies fallen

for Yuki


This Girl,Why

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

A pretty smile,a hesitant touch
this girl,does she like me much
As weeks go by,we become aware
this girl,will she really care
First I don't know,is it fate we meet
this girl,she seems so sweet
Whispered plans,to spend some time
this girl,can I make her mine
Dare to hope,hope to dream
this girl,is she all she seems
One day comes,a call from the past
this girl,gone so fast
All along,it is as I fear
this girl,will also disappear
What's the point,I do not know
will all these girls,just leave and go

fondest memories --Xiao Feng

Passages

by

Michael Richard Craycraft

fallen along the winding trail
the crisp autumn leaves linger
flashing their colors at the sun
dressing the earth in bright clothes
to wait for the cold of winter

for my wife LiGuoMei