For Win

smile joyful

search honorable

intelligence undeniable

heart pure

pulse strong

independently independent

adventurously adventurous

Buddhistly religious

middlely pathed

peaceably at peace

sincerely sincere

lovingly loved

mightily missed

Opening Flower

Like a summer flower

 Her smile is a gift

She can bring joy by thought alone

Watch your heart

Her laughter at class time is a thing to behold

Bold, funny, endearing and searing

A ringing of bells

A knowing of secrets

Her sweetness can smooth hurts

Ask her of mystery

Ask of love

From an ancient land to a foggy sky

My dear Ozlem

My friend

Thinking of you I pray

For your journey, life, safety, loves

Blessings friend

As your heart unfolds like an opening flower

Kevin Watkins © 2010

A poem for Ozlem on the occasion of her engagement – San Francisco, California – October 2010.

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The Most Holistic Way

she was dressed all in leather
she was spiked from head to toe
she'd got on the bus and started to cuss
and boy did that bus driver go

her chains did more than jingle
her spurs did more than clink
she looked like an escapee from a nut - house hotel
I assume she was the head shrink

more piercings than st. sebastian
more needles than a sewing queen
she was looking for an acupuncturist
to prick about her spleen

it's the most holistic way she plead
as her spikes poked out my eyes
i hope they don't mess up my hair she said
if they do i know someone dies

TEN KINDS OF SADNESS

There are ten different kinds of sadness

They start out at a one with such things

As hang nails or paper cuts

Perhaps the bus was late or too crowded

Perhaps it was your hair

These are the fleeting sadnesses soon to be forgotten

Number two kinds of sadness involve the loss of something

But only temporarily

You can’t find the keys

You can’t find the remote

You don’t remember where you’ve sat your glasses

Number two kinds of sadness make you move

They make you worry slightly

But it almost always has a happy ending

In just a few moments all is resolved

We first encounter the third kind of sadness as children

When we have lost something of fleeting value

Ice cream falling off of summer cones

The favored baseball card lost in some child’s game of chance

Lightening bugs escaping your sweaty hand and the killing jar

The higher numbers of sadness

The sixes and sevens

Are for losses of greater magnitude

A limb lost in battle

A mind lost to war

A home lost to a nameless corporation

A loved one lost to a drunken driver

Things still held oh so very dear

Gone and forever

I would tell you of the numbers nine and ten kinds of sadness

But my soul can not bare such today

Not while the sun still shines

In truth, I am afraid

I’m afraid your hearts would break open wide

I’m afraid you would never forgive

untended lemon tree

small beautiful green nuts growing into sour teenagers

if left unmolested they will grow into fullness

nearing their peak they will mature into an ever sweating nectar

if they get to hang around long enough

they will be perfect for a favorite chicken recipe

or to have as a refinement for caviar

or to properly flavor some sophisticated cocktail du jour

towards the very end

just before the fading

deserts and custards to be shared

or a sacred digestive

if you get to hang around a long time

like the lemons on an untended lemon tree

it will be grand

simply grand

all the while

locked in our bones

is the certain knowledge
like these glorious lemons

we too

one day far too soon

shall succumb to gravity

IRISH LAD COLLECTING DONATIONS

Today it’s the American Red Cross

It could be for children of any color suffering anywhere

But the Irish lad is collecting for the American Red Cross

though you don’t want to be drawn into conversation

though you are broke

you allow him to lure you in

because you like his green eyes and his accent

You had seen eyes that color once

on a girl on the cover of a National Geographic magazine

when you were a young child sitting in a doctor’s office somewhere

“They won’t let me give blood”  He says

“It would make people talk funny”  He says

Though you know it makes no difference

you can’t help thinking some of his blood

might make your eyes green and your skin so white

You realize you are more than halfway towards becoming

the person you have long yearned to be

inside your own skin

with your ordinary eyes

and your own accent