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See a shadow for what it is.
 Not the absence of light but light living out
 Its properties to bend around some form
 The way doubt gives way to prove a point
 And become known to all who participate
 There was an honest man.
excerpt from the poem “How Will I…?
[Found at one of the sites I follow:  A Mirror Obscura
The specific post is located at:  http://kabryce.wordpress.com/2015/09/19/how-will-i/
Please visit if you have a few minutes to spare…   —  KMAB]
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Advance the day,
Too Soon We Part
That Sooner Still
We might meet again.
Two Lifestreams
Joined and parted,
Joined and parted,
Joined and soon to part again
Our time is shared
Though miles between us be…
Our Love is shared
A bridge across the distance
My faith
In your Love
And in your strength
Binds me to you
A chain which Frees
My body to go – afar
My heart a gift
Held by you.
Too Soon we part
Love – tempered, and tested again,
My Lifestream flows (and yearns)
To join again with yours – Soon.
[This was another of the poems I have written over the years for my wife.  If you enjoyed this poem, please visit my “Poems” page to see others of mine, as well as some or my favorite poems, speeches and song lyrics.  —  KMAB]
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2014 Faith In Men
2013 An Average Verge
2012 Dew Drop Secrets
2011 Champion Freedom

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If you dream tonight,
Will I come to you?
Will you share my smile,
My Heart,
The joy of my spirit?
If I dream tonight,
Will you come to me?
Will your arms
Ease my loneliness?
Your touch
Smooth my brow?
If we dream tonight
Can we be together?
Can we dance a waltz together?
In great lighted halls,
Or under twinkling stars?
My Love,
I will dream of you
Tonight.
[If you enjoyed this poem, please visit my “Poems” page to see others of mine, as well as some or my favorite poems, speeches and song lyrics.  —  KMAB]
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2016 Conscientious Courage
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2015 The Beautiful Snow
2014 Nurtured By The Voices
2013 Précis
2012 Fear And Understanding
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Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.
   ― Langston Hughes
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2016 Halves
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2014 Who’s On First?
2013 No Equal Measure
2012 A Single Host
2011 No Exemptions
2010 Memories Of KSA – Inside The Fire

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When the night is at its darkest,
When the wind is at its coldest,
When I am feeling most alone and afraid,
I remember that Christ is risen!
And I am comforted
In the light,
By the warmth,
Through the intimacy,
Of my faith.
Happy Easter to all!!
  —  KMAB
25  And one day an authority on the law stood up to put Jesus to the test. “Teacher,” he asked, “what must I do to receive eternal life?”
26  “What is written in the Law?” Jesus replied.  “How do you understand it?” 27  He answered, ” ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul.  Love him with all your strength and with all your mind.’  And, ‘Love your neighbor as you love yourself.’ ”  28 “You have answered correctly,” Jesus replied.  “Do that, and you will live.
   —  Luke 10:25-28
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2014 Good Wins
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2012 Look To This Day
2011 One View Of Man

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Let America Be America Again

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold!  Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men!  Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today — O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”
The free?
Who said the free?  Not me?
Surely not me?  The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.
O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be — the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine — the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!
O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
     ―  Langston Hughes
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Oh, God of Dust and Rainbows,
Help us to see
That without the dust the rainbow
Would not be.
   ―  Langston Hughes
[Every act of terrorist violence diminishes us as mankind.  My thoughts and prayers go out for the people of London, for the injured and the dead, for their families and friends, and for the security forces protecting the innocent.   —  KMAB]
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