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Love for Love

by

Alan C. Keimig

The fashion of your love
Has long endured my
Wear the fabric frayed
And worn by my passion's
Industry and you fair woman
In all hue are the amazeth
Which has centered this
True heart to be of use and
It the treasury of my love
For your love's equal use.


Tigress

by

Alan C. Keimig

Fierce tiger stocks
The forest edge keen
Teeth and deep glossary
Of eyes define the
Fair forbidden breach
Of privilege see wild
And still the calm
Composure of this season's
Need to crave an hour
Of love from the tigress
And in the course of
Company she does allow
The time's blunt blade
Will cut a jagged wound
Which will not heal but
Her sharp teeth will
Easily slice away the
Flesh and reach the
Heart's love cavity
To save the breath
Which still is alive.


Practicing

by

Alan C. Keimig

I practice you where I can
And where I cannot I
Do anyway in the silence
Of myself in space surrounding
Me madly in love as love
Can even be remarkable
As a living art in words
And grids and lines all colors
Of the earth and starry heaven
Sky light around the body falls
Like rain wet through and you
Fall after it coating me with
Dew I wear for days like substance
For my life in imagination's form
Consonants and vowels lofty language
For a dethroned king who's queen
Is but a smile in distant memory.
The bees are busy at the hive and
It fills with honey once again. The
Meadow blooms, spring's caught
On with them and you my earthly
Flower, how goes it well
Into your eyes I pray
As it does mine practicing.


These Hands Are Made For You

by

Alan C. Keimig

These hands can till and make
Full measure of my mind
Put down color to define
A feeling deep within
Pull out a value made
For you. They can make the
World in any color that you
Need all summer long, all
Fall, all winter when everything
Would otherwise be gray and
Spring what green will do
OK or red they will let it be
And bleed that into blue
And spread it purple mixed clear
Across the sky with each brush
Stroke and make the sunset into
Night's blue indigo in sleep's sweet
Bed with memories will leave dreams
Sea green screens and luxurious
Gold beside the beach tan sands
And ocean ranging west in Persian
Blue they will take you there
To paradise and further if you will
These hands are made for this.


Kissing

by

Alan C. Keimig

The rich amber of your light
Glowing in the distant
Memory cells seem
Voluntary to this mind
Now lips for various
Reasons yours are warm
And wet with red
Remembered clear.


Duty

by

Alan C. Keimig

Oh brave soul soldier
Who's heart is cold with
Giving death did you
Not know the night's
Eternal dark would also
Cover you as forever
Death will do?


Flight

by

Alan C. Keimig

The last lift of flight light
Feather tumbles through
Its sky home towards the
Last refuge of its silent
Place all colored gray and
Stripe of red immense
The skybird chose to go ahead
Its motion swirls downward
To the drawing shadows cut
Into the border of the trees.


Loving

by

Alan C. Keimig

Inside the red liner of
Your eyes the day explodes
Into something big and bright
Blue light turned white
And then the sea all trimmed
In soft pillow motion follows
As the room begins again
To focus into its own best size,
All feathery you feel the heart
Fainly give back its motion to
The blood's reality and see
Love's clear meaning next to you.


Tired

by

Alan C. Keimig

Burrowed down I drift
Away if only for an
Instant sleep turning
Down the time matter
wears the hard hour in.

You sift around
The room your eyes
Fully watch my silent
Manner for its quiet while
Wondering how long
I will stay wrapped
Away in you, this time.


Decisions Make a Difference

by

Alan C. Keimig

Life settles in its ways
Along the road taking
In the view turning
With each twist and
Cornering, banking, slowing,
Speeding up, changing gears,
Hugging tightly to the curves,
A finely tuned instrument
Running perfect timed
Fueled with high octane
Capability. Ahead a "Y" to
Decide, peace, tranquillity
Along the river valley floor
Or steep incline, mountain
Hilly, narrow, thrilling,
Adventurous dangerous,
Avalanche and rocks,
Precipices and peaks,
The view, oh
The view from here!


NamingThings

by

Alan C. Keimig

I can name the sun,
The sky, the stars and
You I can and do of
All your reaches in a
Scribbled line which lifts
And curls with shadows, light
And wind. I can name
Many things but the most
Important you I name with
Special signature because
You are the balance of these
Object's dreams. You are the
Mountain's rise and water's fall
The drifting sea and terrific storm
To me each are nothing
More to be named without
You being named.
In them too.


As Love Intended It

by

Alan C. Keimig

You are the mix which
Time will grant in
Semblance such beauty
As behold the days advance
In fine determination
White and silver held in its
Degree sweet issue coming
That you remain as love
And love will have and
Be the balance of the years
Fair man, fair woman this I
Have said as love intended it.


the Pond

by

Alan C. Keimig

The pond with lily
Edge with cattails
Summer in a mud
Ring reeds with dragonflies
Light the warm reflection
Dark in shadows feet the
Overhang leaves leave
Leaning over several birds
Below new fish curl in
Their bright beginning.


Riding

by

Alan C. Keimig

The heave of hips galloping
The body makes its run
The hidden scent of stone
Earth and sea all one
The hump and rump of
Harmony matched edge for
Edge rhythm riding rhythm
Moon and sun, one bright
Star all singing all drenched in pride.


Telling What You Know

by

Alan C. Keimig

The mind forms a flower
Not petal at a time but
All instantaneous much as
It forms everything in full
Regalia with degree detail
All arranged to be rearranged
At given will, given time any
Time to choose and follow up
The images with remarks or all is
Lost to other than one's self.


Sunshine

by

Alan C. Keimig

She flaps but wings are
Non-existent in her mind
All by shear will and such
Grace as any can she will
Whither torn or tired, wet
Or dry, dead or alive she
Lifts herself into that air
Slipstream and sails off
Into sunset's ringing orbs
Until the sunrise catches
By the fence with flowers
Ready to burst at its first ray
Alight delight bright pour if
Sunlight she becomes by will
And mind butterflies and bees.


Mirror Images

by

Alan C. Keimig

The light act is exact
As art made exactly
Like its particles would
Intend focused at the
End of an extended journey
Come now the other half
Is the last part where the
Air is heavy with its sharp
Shape where it could be a
Red vase filled but instead
Is a scarlet rose made
Especially for your heart
Bounced back in the particles
Reflected by your being
Equal through the lens.


The Universe Redefined

by

Alan C. Keimig

How natural it is to love
you. It spills from me
The too full heart of it
Flooding through the body's
Cavity oozing out the
Openings in speech, in
Seeing, in hearing, intruding
Every inch of life, filling
In all the void until
Even they overflow and
Make the universe complete


How Does My Love

by

Alan C. Keimig

How does my love have
Your appreciation pointless
As it is self-pity nothing
Comes of this loving you
I will not martyr me
Also nor you nor end it
Also erase my beating heart
Kill no one else and not die
But love you endlessly
The happiness of this will
Save me from myself and
Should it cease I will too
I ask you to notice who.
this will


The Girl With The Beautiful Life

by

Alan C. Keimig

The girl with the beautiful lips
The girl with the beautiful eyes
The girl with the beautiful hands,
The path through the garden lost
For years leads down to the
Meadowland and the wild wood trees
To long stories told and night and
Short ones rendered down to
Memory. It is not love which
Holds us down but fear's slim
Chances, choices made, benedictions
Over father's graves, pure sorcery,
The pale wind's voice urging on
With trickery, petticoats and gowns
Pulled up to execute the well
Worth deed. The pathway quits
In the corners we are told
Without investigating the next turn.
The girl with the beautiful
Life to lead find me again.


Living

by

Alan C. Keimig

This is the way man should
Be lean and rugged
Full of sap and vinegar,
In control of destiny
Loose and at enormous
distance two feet above
His footsteps floating in
Free fall without fear
Totally relaxed
Life is what it is
Let go
And be
Alive.


Bear Country

by

Alan C. Keimig

We drove slowly stopping
Now and then
To gander at the roadside
Through the trees
Trying to see

This is bear country
We believe and signs
Saying so appeared
At all the sidings
One could stop

Trees and berry brush
Tend to strengthen one's
Belief in seeing them.
Through the shadows, shadows
Would appear to move

Beside dark shapes and
Between two trees a twig
Was snapped but
Nothing still was seen
Not hide nor Hair of bear

And nearly everything
Was still accept
The shadows moved
>From place to place
And time to time

We drove on slowly
Stopping now and then.


Look Inside the Night

by

Alan C. Keimig

I have come for you
In other than these
Dreams. I have made
The moon pale melon be,
Made the stars heaven
Jewels and dark part
Light with all the bright
And gotten gems. Oh
Look inside the night and find
A companion silent heart
Which cries the love aside
Abide the toil of this delight
And be its reign in happy
Plight to evidence your
Image I have drawn a
Thousand times your voice
A thousand sounds which
I have made in words
Harmony for your sweet
Benefit then grace the
Morning's fond awakening
And stand aside the dark
Composure night to be this
Fact if life which is.
Look inside and see the
Gilted edge you too give
In other than
These dreams


Words Become An Avenue

by

Alan C. Keimig

Now it is your words
Have become my words
Set down in this plain
Place for other eyes to
See the sweet breath
You breath and excellent
Argument for light to
Stand inside the heart's
Red verse. Come then lover let
This praise invest you with
My rhythm which gives forth
From my lover hand so they
Will also know the fixed
Importance of this love
We each for the other store
Beyond the words which plainly
Make their way to here
For every eye to see.


How is it I Must

by

Alan C. Keimig

How is it I know what I must do and why is it I must always do?
What joy falters in my heart that my resolve to be a King must do
Its duty with the whitestar silence of this royalty? What duty to pretend
The pretense of a kiss, to bear, to give, to pursue in naked reverence,
To give sacred holiness to this dignity that turns the heart inside
To be that love, to love, to behold that loveliness to remain so
Loyally loved and beloved, to love so well the presence of that kiss the memory
Of that given name, that rising star at every new sunset to become the loving love
Of love and its regard so faithfully to do what is done best again to love you still.


Come Lovingly

by

Alan C. Keimig

My fingers tingle at your lips, my
Palms warm against your cheek grow
Wet along your tears. Why should you
Not cry at this reality and I like you
Inside my heart well my cry up into
My ocean tide to tear the surrounding
shore from my sides. Turn to the zephyr
Wind and howl my gray voice loud into
My despair still it is the ruby of your
Lips which crest against my sorrow,
Which raise me to new hopes
Feathered in my touching hands,
It is your sudden tears at leaving
Which builds my ambition at your
New prospects. Woman, gentle woman
Save your pain for others. Come
To me with joy, with the softness of
your giving, come to me with love
As often as you will, as often as the
Minutes let me love you then I will
As good here as in the distance which
Converges at the door. So come and
Go as often as you will as this love
Lets you but only with your love, with
Knowing love, my friend I stay with
You even as you part your minutes here.


Blocked Creation

by

Alan C. Keimig

The rejected words are colored bright
Heaping their lost memory into white
Wrinkled piles thrown carelessly in
The corner. Working to bring things
To pass, the paint builds up the
Sanctified surface like a skin
Bringing images to recognition,
Course canvas emerging to be born
Fashioning each day. Hands flow
Holy with its light into a covered
Vow of chance and change with
Great obligation to be a difference made
And dismissed whim and fancy
The words, the images, the paint
The paper piles.


How Will I

by

Alan C. Keimig

How will my lips know more of you
This way? How will my tongue become
Again your tongue and my heat the
Of you to remember well and give
More of me this way? How will I share
My inspiration when half of me is gone?
What will my joy with you do with itself
My lovely woman lover friend. See
how soft you have grown in my short
Tenure, see how beautiful you become.
How will I taste your flowers now, sense
Your scent, find the ripened fruit of your tree?
How will I know the salty sweetness of your sea
Or the tangy substance of your skin? How will
My arms hold me to myself without your interval
Between? How will I know me without you?
How will I love you except to love you still?


Turning Around

by

Alan C. Keimig

Cresting the stairs the sunlight
Catches on your skin wraps
you in gold wonderful. Yes
And fully visible turning
Around to smile down each
Step you have exposed.


Words

by

Alan C. Keimig

Your smile spills over
>From your slightly parted
Lips and words leave the
Petals like new butterflies
Testing the bright air.


Beauty Down the Stair

by

Alan C. Keimig

The sunlight catches
Where you stand in the
Naked grooves and curves
To shadows nested down
And next wearing light-pools
On your skin dancing
You descend.


Reflections

by

Alan C. Keimig

I will spend this day
Adrift in fair weather thoughts
And seek the settlement
Of stars which flourish in
The night, evaporate and
Morning makes headway


Attention To Detail

by

Alan C. Keimig

Can I look at you thoroughly with great
Attention paid to every minute detail,
Shamelessly consider the contours
Which offer you your shape
And praise its curves into secrecy.


Suddenly A Hospital Stay

by

Alan C. Keimig



How can we talk about the things
We haven't been for years? It's too
Late to rise the soul up into its
Proper place, the feathers of our wings
All primed and glistened in that
Narrow band of sunlight streaming
In. Still we can not fly. Can we
Be the fox, the bear, the elk or
Deer, the whale or porpoise
Or the skunk instead? Maybe someday
Or once we were. I stand by the
Very white light looking into all
The colors giving out my misgivings
Here. Sure as I submit to its safe
Calculations it will like most other
Things turn bad and be gray rain
And cold weather all around. The
White chalk turns to dust, the colored
Sticks yield up a likeness of my memory,
Submission once again to the blank page.
Never-the-less I am a lover surely as
I am a saint or manor Lord. Woman
I have failed you lying on this hospital bed
With all my shattered dreams half awake
Afraid to close my eyes or breath too deeply
Just in case it won't go down or something
Stops suddenly and stays. How I wish
The wind would drag your scent through
That door and leave it for a year and
Still another after that and sanctify just now
My room. The hall activity keeps me alive
The probes and scans waiting waiting
Noise strange sounds unidentified
Woman to woman Oh woman
Of my will will you someday be a story
For my eyes. Hero yes I can be the
Scatter on the forest floor, pine duff and
Quiet sounds. The breathing of last breathes
I am told gets easier to accept the
Dying will, the poem and finally words.
Lover is it cold and gray and raining out today?


Promises

by

Alan C. Keimig

Cook me sausage like you once
Promised and dark beer and
Hold me as a lover did.


First You Are

by

Alan C. Keimig

I lie with you in love
Not because you are a woman first
But loving friend and lover of my trust and
Truth living in particular my love
And not because I am a male, a
Man muttering my cause, but me
Giving wonder to the world, to you
with dreams which laugh, which sing,
And cry. Enjoy the allowances you
Make and give allowances to you to
Be alive and loving equally the dream
As beautiful as life can be. I lie with you
To be alive, to love not because you
Are a woman first, but lover, loving friend.


Have I?

by

Alan C. Keimig

When all is say what have I done?
Has the cosmos moved an inch because I am?
Has the world turned a better day?
Has your life been one new hour blessed?
Have I made one ounce of change by being here?
Have I one word which will stick and echo
Endlessly when I am gone?
If I have then give me one hour better
that I turned and one better day and
One inch of the heavens moved into
A better light that I might believe
Myself a better man doing best when all
Is finally said and by you satisfied by love.


Turning Spring

by

Alan C. Keimig

The day turns itself.
The Earth turns with it
And the year eventually with the seasons
All turned once and start again.
The mountains in an early eon turn to be
The seabird. Suddenly the clarity of all that
Space is evident and the arc of time turns
Through its course as you already
Made of love find the rainbow base
As its whole passes through the afternoon.
Here is all you expect being given
With no strings, only turning past
The affections of your heart and the warm
Ear of your lover's breath as it has turned
you briefly here against your will and
Almost spring the season turning starts.


Between Wonders

by

Alan C. Keimig

This melancholy love turns the airways
Of each day looking for your voice
In the elusive pond of space in the brighter
Call of dawn as it slips to sky turning
Copper colored with its sounds, but only
Dead quiet comes in its blank despair reaching
For the phone who's blackish tone is emptiness
A drowning desperation for the hour to
Turn from beginning haze to the mushroom
Lighter blue and darker eyes to flood
The room your eyes jet wide open as
A lamp to light the sky its darker hue
Harmony in sudden blaze of crimson
Conjured from the trailing smile
I feel traveling between two wonders
Of the world your lips and mine
Your voice, my ear.


Teach Us

by

Alan C. Keimig

Teach us to live each day.
Teach us present tense.
Teach us to breath each last breath.
We're the best dream possible and then our
Next the better still we had a kiss.
Each kiss as if another one will be denied
by circumstance and it devoted to us
Beyond the wildest expectation of the heart.
Teach us peace in knowing love,
Which loves us all with certain truth without fail.
Teach us immortality as each new day gives us
One and than unexpected one more.
Teach us to be alive in love, in truth,
In consequence, to breathe consciously.
Our last new one with all our love
Breathed into and let slowly out.
Love me, teach me and I will teach you.


Not Gone

by

Alan C. Keimig

I symbolically have shorn this lock of me
Sending it to you as history. You receive it
Half-believed, half not still the heirloom
Of my footsteps at the door have long passed
And the privileged standing there with my
Mischief grin and your kind words,
Come in, following which gestured now
Have gone but not the hope and not
The echo of the heart's quick beat
Not the melody of night that I still
Hear bringing me your love sweet sounds
And not the dreams following your words.


Not Gone

by

Alan C. Keimig

I symbolically have shorn this lock of me
Sending it to you as history. You receive it
Half-believed, half not still the heirloom
Of my footsteps at the door have long passed
And the privileged standing there with my
Mischief grin and your kind words,
Come in, following which gestured now
Have gone but not the hope and not
The echo of the heart's quick beat
Not the melody of night that I still
Hear bringing me your love sweet sounds
And not the dreams following your words.


SensingYou

by

Alan C. Keimig

By my hands and lips
Your particles bloom and
Make their shapes as they
Come together softened in
Their new release which
Softens at the unfiltered edges
And travels in the colors of
Your head as they unload in
Silent screens the same way
The bottoms of your feet relent
Past all senses with individual
Purpose in the slow steady patience
We go on living with and let
The practice places fill the vehemence.


Millennium Not Much Different

by

Alan C. Keimig

What can I possibly say about the millennium?
Will it be much different from today?
A sudden rush of damage or will life gradually make Its small importance known to we who take the time
To seek the fundamental elements.
The new millennium, the new age
I think not, maybe for a week
At most a year until they discover
It is they who make the change
But why modern life hurries us
Along much too fast anyway.
Lets sit and contemplate today.


The Poet's Time

by

Alan C. Keimig

The night is not just another time
It is the poet's time, the insomniac
Disease sitting in its light the
Pen's long line I kiss you on my
Hand where you are I have made
The time your time too
Breathing you into me
With each kiss I give you this.


What Is Is

by

Alan C. Keimig

Pattern, shape, place what is
Is and always is beginning end
The elements are the offspring
Of time and space the very edge
Of being made in the clear new
Colors of love made whole as they
Exist in the universe with proven
purpose like your thoughts holding
Me for a little presence and your
Enfolding arms making me exist
And your eyes mirrors to reflect
My start and the surprise which
Comes together in two images made alive.


To Night

by

Alan C. Keimig

The labyrinth of our life edged
In green and led by red cinder
Pathway through the longer shadows
Of twilight time on through the pendulum
Of yellow fruit hung on vine and lemon
Leaves the chorus breeze come off
The mountain side singing down the
Corridors of sky down the terraced day
And dome which drowns the sun in
Evening's neon rays to finally glean
In shimmering night until the edges
Of each hour blur in each dark
Transformation of the light which will
Not translate past my heart's ability
To see and feel the presence of your
Heart in the cadence of its blood
Pumped through the whiteness of my
Tongue who's words have turned to
Sudden fire harmonized with all
Nocturnal certainly which comes
With the dreams the low call of the
Turtle dove, the cricket chirp, the
Coyote, the rustle of the moon in wind.


Love and Survival

by

Alan C. Keimig

The steel gray water slammed
Against the granite climb
Shutting out the screams
I couldn't tell them there
Closed doors to tomorrow your
Last words hugging me with
Odd excitement still your
Voice yet clear ringing itself
To far out of you to pull
Back in the escaping words
Longing themselves to never
Let them go tormenting me
These many years with mute
Indifference reduced to little more
Than begging until my hopes
Had settled in the years to
Thievery, to animal instinct
Telling me to float ahead, be
Calm be still, float until you
Disappear or are found far
At sea yet alive concentrated
Only in your mind clinging only
To your dream life preservers
As a sign I will survive.


Burial

by

Alan C. Keimig

Retreat the world is such a silent
Womb to lay into and cover up
With earth and become a silent place.


Apology

by

Alan C. Keimig

I don't know what to do
Usually. Bugs me, bugs
Me 'til I bug you though
I don't mean to be mean
Sorry, Sorry so.


Letting Me

by

Alan C. Keimig

Awaken me as I wander down the
Long hollow of your back drowsing
In the dream of my own breathing
Tasting salt along your weariness
In meandering strokes. The night
Remains for more but the small
Boundaries of your body beat the
Heart into a vast feeling lips
Coiled down the distance of your
Shoulders inside and out a smooth
Comfort transfigured by your letting.


Sun Cast Through

by

Alan C. Keimig

You cast the prettiest silhouette
In the scales of gray in the outline
Of the light behind the wall which
Set to the sequence of these words
Makes dreamy sentences in the
Incandescent backdrop as your figure
In its from narrows in the field of
Vision, becomes and abstraction in
Its nuance seeing shadows projected
Further from their source extracting
>From it bits of cloth which veils
The sides and curvature of field
Half plane and place and half picture
Shaded in the peripheral view
Rising from this string of words
Linked together in the headlight drape
Inside that tunnels through to this
Side of eyes which carry on with
Following you about the shadowed wall.


At A Loss

by

Alan C. Keimig

Down in the silence of my day
I find myself with nothing
Much to say and less to do
With nothing too. The days
It seems have turned their
Shoulder to me now these last
Few hours. I try to explain,
The words I want to use in
Their order and I put them
Down erase and then again
In the dim light coming now
And my nodding for approval
As they stare ahead as
Though in their current
Sequence there is nothing
Of importance to achieve.


Rise Up To Be

by

Alan C. Keimig

To glory rise up off your knees
Rise up above bent grass
The tulip's head the holly trees
The earthly realm united your
Hand in mine union of ourselves
A decent order certainly.


Birthday Hugs

by

Alan C. Keimig

You didn't get your birthday
Hug. Not that you needed one
Or I suppose even really wanted
One still I thought it would
Be kind-of nice but mostly I
Suppose nice for me and yet
You didn't get your birthday
Hug even if it would be maybe
Kind of warm, kind of close
Kind of still, kind of curved
Into kind of comfortable kind
Of kind and kind of loving in
A hug especially on your birthday
Almost like a kind of party to believe.


Birthday Gift

by

Alan C. Keimig

What should I give you for
Your birthday what I wish
For me you wished or
What I think you truly
Wish? The latter is the safer
Bet for sure so in the time
Honored tradition of our years
Of being better right than
Wishes will to you this gift
I give wishing instead well
Your many wishes will fulfill
For you and maybe one or
Two will still be mine wishing
In your company.


You Naturally

by

Alan C. Keimig

Light and my eyes glide down
Together. Oh place on place
Through naves of trees down
The cheek and neck down the
Long shoulder down the vast
Enterprise of hope and on down
Into the low browsing dark alcove
Into the grove of beasts and
Birds into the valley of dew fall
And stars into the gathered night
And whir of sun and salt and
Sand and sea and the heaven
Given in the heart down together
Hands and feet feeling whole again.


Certainty

by

Alan C. Keimig

At my age I know the way
As certainly as my hand. I
Know it for exactly what it
Is and the rain in many
Forms as Eskimos know more
Than two-hundred names for snow
The rain has just as many ways
To fall, to slide off roofs,
To layer on the slopes to
Rush and turn and tumble,
To flood, to rip, to tear, to be
Silk and soft, to be wet
And wonderful, to come each
Year, each time with just
As much certainty as will age.


It Is Time

by

Alan C. Keimig

What is it you are thinking at this
Very minute while I think about
What you are thinking at the instant
Of my thought. Two minds making
Time thinking even as the minutes
Tick their way and the hour grows
Behind the shades to darkness
Thinking it is time, it is time.


Garden

by

Alan C. Keimig

I intend to set a spade
To earth and turn a
Plot between four posts
Calling it a garden planted
With my shrubbery before
The morning turns itself
To afternoon. Working late
Within the hour passers will
Recognize my efforts smile, wave
Before the sun is centered overhead.
Later when the lettuce sprouts
And beans begin to climb the
Fence, I will bend myself to
Weed the rows and pleased
I will at each end stand
And marvel at this garden thing.


Balances

by

Alan C. Keimig

Two forged sides
Equal chances in a
Flip each side
Supports its own intentions
Each percentage equal
Over time. What is up
Is opposite what is down
Perchance not circumstance
Will benefit the side who's
Element is blind with light
Next time or the next or next
Two eventually until the
Center balances with the final flip.


Creativity

by

Alan C. Keimig

Art begins in the willingness
To try, to become a test beyond
The known history. Yes mountains
Will be mountains, sky will be
Sky, the pier, the boat, the ocean,
Waves, the light and dark as
Shadows lay just so will be so
And you a portion of the long ago
And now my transparent need
To discover you translate into
The objective form of pain and
Pleasure, a heart sickness and health
For one we love at least as we love
Ourselves. And it is art we turn
To too envelope the time a cocoon
Wrapped away in a dream
Which makes its way out into
The world we say we love but
Barely know but try to become.


White

by

Alan C. Keimig

Is it white as snow
Or is snow as white
Made up as it is of it?


Touching

by

Alan C. Keimig

My hand more than satisfied
Connected moves around the
Quiet places. You have a kind
Consistency warmly framed about
And round like love and friendship
Given down and in direction opulent
That's how it feels this opalescent
Tenderness which is your making
Under here pleasant, curved, cradled
Contact, the magic pull which fills me
With a smile and thoughts which
Soften through the fine considerations
Of your back reminds me of a
Flower and your scent a fruit and nuts
As I, eyes closed mold you to my palm
And memorize each new surprise.


My Poems Are You

by

Alan C. Keimig

My poems are all representations
Of you even in the lines which
Speak far off. The strategy is
To think of you in each word
Where it is time or place or
Thought of line or distance,
Feelings, process, hope, loss or
Finding all a metaphor of you
Speaker, reader, seer doer
Particulars, symbolic terms
Investments transformed into
Countless complex individual systems
Signs words readily understood or
Hidden deep in the pretext you
Are everywhere and everywhere is
You beauty body soul and sex
Surely in each word you are
Never ever less.


Under The Mango Tree

by

Alan C. Keimig

Under the mango tree
The sun is cool and
We sit eye to eye
And lip to lip
And hips making
Their own motions.
Under it.


By Sudden Chance

by

Alan C. Keimig

What if we hadn't met
Intended as fate will
Have it with all the infinite
Possibilities? The world without
Knowing this would seem a
Sadder place, impossible almost
Incomplete, quite so, vulnerable.


Evening Comes Calm

by

Alan C. Keimig

Across the heavens the splendid clouds
Race swiftly in the heel of high wind.
Here the calm is quite contracted to
The rage above which racks the sky gray
White we sit comfortable in our void and
Watch the world burn through the last
Remnants of day it its blaze of Fluorescent
Colors. Tonight it seems we are apart
>From the rest of it in our oasis. The
Heat of day passing through the open door
Across the tile our bare feet pick up
The cool comfort left by clay. O beloved
Body, beloved soul, beloved company
Beloved spirit beloved love you have
Conquered me in this hour grown late
The dome above dark in a sea of starlight
I surrender gladly to your heart and
Heed your call come here sit let the
Distance be apart let ours grow less
And less. Let us be just one in our
Refuge. Let us be forever joined in
This harmony we make beneath the sky.


Memorial Left Someone

by

Alan C. Keimig

Down the road leading under
Bending trees where along the
Sides there are flower beds, clearing
At the end, a stone with plaque
Saying who and when and why
The name of someone loved once
Believed in it and what it was
About. The gardener knows the
Names of all the flowers growing,
What they need, when they bloom,
Color, texture, leaves, pulling out
The dead with sympathy. Knowing
More. Not telling all, something
About something nothing more
And even this is insignificant
Compared to all the purpose in
This garden borne by loving heart.


Summer Morning

by

Alan C. Keimig

The meadow dressed in late summer
Ochre touches rows of green along
The edge which slopes along the hillside
Each side meanders down between the river
In silence like a golden stream of motion
Making in its pasture waves which gentle
Under wind's soft corridor. There is more
Early here the cool light ranging down, the
Blue sapphire, the cones of spruce which
Lift their places out above the morning
Door ajar the early smell of coffee melts
Across the room and you in cotton housecoat
Fuzzy slippers liquid pour into my view
And bring the streaming cup with love's
Awaited summer smile across the porch.


Renewall

by

Alan C. Keimig

They're knocking it all down
My dirty town, each cinder
Brick each cobble stone once
By one, block after block, roofs
Gables, east walls, west walls,
That old elms tree, the pine,
The picket fence, lattice lane
That house where you and I
The hills on one side, the
River on the other, the
Meadow in between.


Daily Ritual

by

Alan C. Keimig

Every morning in my place
I write you down like a ritual
Taking place. True I find it
Necessary as I translate my
Dependence in these lines in the
Time and history which passes
In between recognized for
Unimportant detail except
For me writing down the
Things I need.


Remembering Forever

by

Alan C. Keimig

Here is the last miracle of time
August noon which inches around
The clock too fast but slipping
Down the face it is moving now
Towards night. In these fading
Minutes what we touch we feel
What we feel we remember, what
We remember we will always
Have. What we have will last
Forever in our hearts until we die.


Everything Of You

by

Alan C. Keimig

You come easy and I breath you in
All of you at once even the hot cones
Of your bread and butter like it was
The last morsel I would get before
The grave opens where I can leap down
Into its beginning driven by the rain and
Roots pulled out. You are everything and
Everywhere at once, a whirlwind, a song,
A bird, a tree, a river, woman, child, never
Though enough to last fistfuls and mouthfuls
And seeing in the margins peach and pearl
Silk pastel material everything and nothing
Still enough wild plums and gathered from
The earth unopened flowers promised
>From the buried vine bleeding hearts
Carefully set in sleeping ground willing
To exploit in a wild complete profusion
Slashed by rain the cup runneth full
Everything in time will flower fruit
And scent the atmosphere with your evidence.


The Wind At Father's Place

by

Alan C. Keimig

The wind works at the dust
Turns hazy in its wake
Moves in waves across the
Fields small seas laid in
Rows grown first green then
Brown then plowed under raised
Into the sky like our father's
Ashes drift away it is the way
With wind always moving somewhere
Other than this place and here.


The Rain

by

Alan C. Keimig

The air is scratched with rain
Drawn in fine slanted line work
Through the glade from sky to
Grass setting down into the dim
Grown dusk toward evening's under
Coat which begins to drip from eaves
Beyond the porch where every move
Is not without effort through the
Outpour of day moved up from the ocean
Melted now about the lawn and gathered
In the little channel rivulets which rush
And build, rush and build some more to
The gutter point of their return to sea.


Uneasy Sleep

by

Alan C. Keimig

All night I fight making
Nightmares into dreams of
Magic marker colored wonder
And tomorrow's promises.


Maui Sunrise

by

Alan C. Keimig

Soft waves caress the early
Beach with lightness. The grayed
Still day a virgin near awakening
Before the rising flame lights
The silhouettes meandering beyond
The silver ocean pool. A bank
Of clouds hangs at the opening
Pale pink and heavenly buoyed
In their own sea turned later
Blue with puffed white cotton
Floating slowly off to noon.


Bodies Placed In Space

by

Alan C. Keimig

The sides, belly, back, arms, legs, facets of
The face, left and right, angles unreachable
The sextant of the flesh sets directions to
The eyes heart driven circulation moves
The turns to participate in dreams hung
Half in sleep half between conscious philosophy
With fresh hope derived and self induced good
Luck to undo the twists of time, the churning
Mind awakes to find one corner turned one way
A new one just arrived, beyond its rim the
Light bends like a fine silk ribbon to ahead
As we bend ourselves into its speed.


Sudden Truth and Fear

by

Alan C. Keimig

Plausible and truth lies somewhere hidden
In the meaning waiting unsuspecting for
Discovery or as blind luck would be a
Rabbit frozen in the headlight's stare
Seeing beyond belief the sudden passing
Foreseeing truth and its speeding
Mystery bearing down too much too fast to
Bear this once, overcome the communication
>From beyond goes unheeded by the fear.


Say Something

by

Alan C. Keimig

Oh long-awaited words which
Never make appearances and
Brief the open door shuts with
Such anxiety it carries forth
The infinite action of non-action
And the series of different actions
To the calculated sum of many
Multiples which generate vast accumulations
Such the measure is beyond the numbers
Known until they lead so far away they
Return without an utterance and still
The word remains somewhere stuck in
Oblivion out there waiting for discovery.


Speaking Out Of Memory

by

Alan C. Keimig

Remember the words we use to use
Deep which rose in the night
And made new dimensions in the
Room. Have you forgotten how
It feels all the times the fantasies
Arrived and made themselves alive,
Arms and lips, sudden words,
Fingers, tongues, objects out
And in absorbing, coursing
Natural reflecting light day or
Night and suddenly it was.


To Be and Love

by

Alan C. Keimig

What love can make us
Whole of mind and soul
In coupled celebration?
Let us participate to
Be one joined in selflessness
To give and given give equal
Company to commune in
Deep communication with
Ourselves here in love
And loving color made.


California Coast

by

Alan C. Keimig

The galore of sky and sea blue blurry
Sand sun bright beach way out to
Curl in waves capped white pleasant
Scenery with notion of fair air
A noble sight this reach all bearing
Resemblance of a present link to
Oblige and why not? It is written once
Again as countless times before
Still is will be forever just that way.


Green River Valley

by

Alan C. Keimig

Like smoke above the long
Drawn distance the valley floor
Drifts out five hundred feet
Below full a subtle muffle
Floats at dawn the high rise
Of Rainier bathed off in sun
Picked peril in daybreak pink
The eastern sky swathed in vapor
Trails wing corridors toward home's
Pathways early still and silence
Hangs in youth and dreams long
Labors truth lest the lasting freeze
Made the landscape's part reward
Part damnation part stone release
The curl of smoke lifts heavenly
Before account sensed sharp the
Chill the distance carried yonder
With resonance of wonder sepulcher
Of sight and sound of clarity come
In heart there lead.


Intrusion

by

Alan C. Keimig

The virgin quiet of this forest
Is broken by our steps, for years
Nature's earned atmosphere cleverly
Concealed this space from us. Now
We break into its sanctuary
Self-assertion conqueror we call
It but sanity must be revered.
Our presence wounds the air, suffocates
The stillness pushes out the zero
Waiting, disturbs the cloistered eons.
A snap, a snarl, a hiss, the blue sky
Boils to gray as soot coils into sparks
Released in lightning swiftness ascends
And strikes. The thunder rolls its
Warning. Retraced tracks move back
Away, trees close the sheltered path
Protects the way discovery goes unmemorized.


The Hunters Heart

by

Alan C. Keimig

This is a hunter's heart. The sorrow
Of a kill. The wild grace gone, laid
Lifeless in this from. The soul of
Each departed equally. The spirit
Of one released to be among
The brethren. The other broken in
The body until hallowed by the light
It is lifted to the wind by necessity
Paid homage to this settled sorrow
In full formal ceremony prayed
To four directions, raised to the sun,
To the shadow world, to sky and
Earth, to sea and sky again. Then
Behold the eye flickers with a tear
Of blessing. Tear of thanks and
Thanksgiving holy to all things, behold
This is your brother's gift. Give honor to
This time and day and place forever
In your heart and mind. Hold him sacred
In this benefit and praise always.


Come Be With Me

by

Alan C. Keimig

Come sit like unimpeded
Love for a small spell. Let
Spill the dim apology like a
Window box in bloom. Let glow
The slight hesitation in this
Atmosphere of quiet with scent
Laced space self-assertion
Zero waiting push against the
Will to be. Ease your heart into fire
Beneath clothes the alabaster covering
Let strip the logic fed flames come
Stay plain the night gathering grow
Warm and comfortable with me.


Silence

by

Alan C. Keimig

The solitary quiet a dark
Emptiness the space filled
With the lull no sound not
Even the click of a clock,
The silence is steady a ring
In the ears our own memory
Is all we hear. The deafening
Dull humming of us at attention
Breath held, eyes cocked, nothing
Is loud, nothing is full, nothing
Is almost too much for too long
Too suddenly too still. The
Clear wood sound of a stopped
Metronome, the rhythm of
Steady time constant end of
The swing the clok clok, clok,
With space between we hark
To our hearts and listen ready
For a sound in silence made.


Strength

by

Alan C. Keimig

How safe I feel in
The oval of your eyes
Where you are a rock
And I climbing up into
You a polliwog bent on
Climbing to your element
So solid strong and longing
With no hard edges just smooth
And stone anchored to the ground
Foundation of your heart.


Vocabulary

by

Alan C. Keimig

These are words I do not know
I can only guess their meaning
Like a lover's touch they draw
Their way a field of force growing
Line by line unknown into a crop
Of understanding to be ripely harvested.


Cultivation

by

Alan C. Keimig

Under the loftiness of old growth firs
I contemplate position, life's immortal
Travel. Quietly a piece at peace light
Falling heavy on the boughs with
Certain certainty until its gathered
Weight drips on in shafts of color
Spilled to afternoon as heated tides.
Above the sky sets motion to its own
Lofty heavenness in soft puffed cotton
Fields blue-green and spring sets its
Tentacles deep in thick most richness
Rooted new as if time mustn't wait
Another instant before it bursts
To bloom. In lemon sunshine sun
Like daffodils cultivate the view in
Yellow lakes of promises and back
Bent through the flood with immigrant
Harvest settled out to green shoot
Bundles carried off by privilege
Between the furrowed rows bulbs
Empty out the tulip stocks as
Easily I could let go, become a
Point of color to be selected picked
But then what? My solidness would
Be a layered quality I believe
More so and at my edges light
Would tremble in the hand at the
Shattered fray and fancy barricade
Which life intends or not so but
I would be remembered such
In passing the vase here in
Time spent place contemplating course
And action early under firs.


Are You You

by

Alan C. Keimig

What are you?
A single breath and body
Mingled into one place
Wave after wave.
The afterglow of sunset.
The slight suffering of Good-bye.
The long motion of time,
Pulp of a minute.
The sudden slash of a day
Unordinary a lift of blue sky,
A dream in the night,
A warm evidence,
Handful of ash, shape of filled eye,
Form of tomorrow
Life and death, none other than can be
Else the pleasure of sweet fruit,
The scent of a forest, a word you are you.


Merely Human

by

Alan C. Keimig

I see clearly you are not
A goddess but fully you are
A woman pale in sunlight
Like a flower delicate delicious
And beautiful as your right
Beloved business made of words
I do not know yet try as
Questions seek my tongue. The
Lake is full of silver moonlight
But my hand dipped down into
The quiet comes up empty only
Wet and seeking commentary
>From even stones which know
All raggedy but never answer
Washed clear their color stays
A moment only. Have mercy
Do not be other than the light
You are by which I hold to
Dearly as a dream so far beyond
The distance of these words
Dear woman almost clearly
Goddess coming nearly so
Transformed be aware this
Plea and company as can
Arrive, give light, make life.


Aye Joy

by

Alan C. Keimig

It is as if joy were a
Caught commodity to
Marvel at and I the
Beauty of a thousand full
Moons and the tenderness
Of your sides a miracle of
Miracles. I, your hands
Worship and your heart
Never quite harnessed to
The task. Hold me in joyous
Mercy please and make amends.


Good Friend Eternity

by

Alan C. Keimig

Move along the days
Like they're good old
Friends. Like you can
Touch them and they
Are yours. Like you
Can have them good
And they can touch
You back. Like you
Can hold them in
Your good heart. Like
Always is forever.
Like each day is
Like eternity


Death

by

Alan C. Keimig

The sadness comes suddenly
Up through the night. Strange
Shapes turning so wild. A
Cry in the dark. That certain
Tight feel. The shutter of
Thought. The anguish of pain.
The passing of dawn. The
Growing of light. The
Hollow of day, the
Emptiness which stays
Beyond the grave.


Magnificence

by

Alan C. Keimig

There is magnificence in this world.
Every inch is a refined place which
Fits. every moment special in its
Way alone but all together, each
A part combined to make a whole.
You are a certain softness here,
Your eyes and smile, your glancing
Touch a glaze of warm words and
Scent woven into all the inches.
The anti up, the anticipation
In myself your presence is an
Expectation which melts day to
Night and words to lines nets
Pleasure into every plane a
Thousand years into infinite
Perfection. There is
Magnificence here
We are it and it is also us.


Noon Kawai Time

by

Alan C. Keimig

Lolling in my priorities
I study you laid against
The chair. The sprawling
Day crawling towards afternoon
And we unkempt in these fire
Days merry in the weather
Listen to the roll of surf below.
The sound carried slowly up
The drop to lay steady in our hearts.


Growing Older

by

Alan C. Keimig

I have never felt the pulling
Through of death even though
Its fear has tracked me through
The years, its hand taken hold
Long before of friends and lovers.
Led them off to wherever a
Spirit’s youth will dwell. I find
My mind a flood of time, my own
As it runs ever nearer this and
Me. My mind floats on the brim of
Rapidly ascending years who’s number
Has declined. To prepare is purely
Functional. To plan one’s way, be
Objective, face the ever close to
Join those long departed souls to
At last longing go to the
Company of our youth. Save
Later now with in the confine of
Today you come and chase away
These creeping thoughts harbored in
The heart with young well wishes with
Delight with your own light and
Merry youth attached and in the
Apple scent, the sun and after glow
I feel yet younger in your reach
The apple of your smile and worthy
Of my toil and future way.