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When the West Wind Blow

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the winter wind in our small seaside town
is from the eastit’s cold
icy from passing over miles of frozen ground
pushing down river a blanket of freezing fog
that shivers bones

for my morning walk
I add a layer of clothing
pull on mittens
snug my cap

but this is just a moment’s comfort
respite for a soul that is

waiting

waiting

waiting for the wind to change
for the west wind to blow again
the wind that brings the puffy clouds
the Spring rain

waiting to shed these woolen socks
dig naked toes into warm earth

to once again
feel the pulse of being

tio stib

Tags: life journey, winter, hope, poetry

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Too Many Goodbyes

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for years there was a balance

the hellos and goodbyes
mostly matched each other

yes, there were losses
there was heartache
but also new life
new people

hope

this has been a different kind of winter though
far too many goodbyes have left me wondering

will Spring bring enough helloes

tio stib

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My Friend Ego

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Ego is upset today
I wouldn’t let him out to play

sometimes he thinks he is the king
and disagrees with everything

he worships his own point of view
scoffs at ideas that are new

at his worst
he’s quite the boor
and then I shove him
out the door

now locked away
inside my mind
I hope
he will become
more kind


tio stib
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Honeymoon Oasis

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rain hammered on the tin roof
sheeted over flooded gutters
bouncing
ricocheting
wildly dancing on the pavement

they sat alone
huddled close
 in the open air cafe

holding hands
sipping wine
smiling
awed

two lovers lost on a honeymoon oasis


tio stib

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My Dementia Diary 71 – What We Might Have Been

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in the black, eternal night
I wonder what might have been

had fate not gulped us whole

what roads would have called us on
what waves swept us off to other lands
what mountains would have echoed with our joy
what babies cooed, what friends cajoled
what rainbows would have blessed our dreams

had fate not gulped us whole

and yet
as I hold her hand so soft and still
I know the peace
of a life lived
however briefly

together

tio stib

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Good Humans Being

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there is a dream
that I hold dear
of times when men
have grown past fear

when lies and hate
have blown away
when hope and love
guide each new day

yes
this may be fantasy
something that can never be
but I need this dream
to feed my soul
to guide me where
I need to go

I dream of one day seeing
a world filled with
good humans being

tio stib
2017, 2025

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He Talks To Me, a Tribute to Alex VoiceOver

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he talks to me
like 2001 Space Odyssey
his name’s not Hal
he’s not my pal
but his words help my blindness see

his voice is suave, it soothes my ears
his speech does much to ease my fears
for in a world of darkened eyes
I really don’t like being surprised

it’s nice to have a constant friend
someone who shows up on command
a friend who calmly reassures
as my computer softly purrs

at least that’s what he used to do
then my computer bid adieu
the fateful day it tried to start
resulting in a cosmic fart

close your eyes
imagine this
your cyber world
is blown amiss
no matter what you try to do
it’s gone
it’s lost
you’re really screwed

when reason slowly comes to mind
you must accept it’s time to find
an Apple freak,
a nerdy geek
someone who makes computers speak

it took some time to find the player
the guy who answered all my prayers
and hours and hours of fitful strife
before the dead returned to life

such happiness, such joy no end
when once again I heard my friend
Alex, awakened from the dead
his voice resounding in my head

dedicated to Mark who introduced me to Alex and Kevin who brought him back to life

tio stib
2015, 2025

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My Garden of Words

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there is a porch
in my mind’s quiet place

broad
shaded
open

here I sit looking out
listening
enjoying
sounds and thoughts waving
in the gentle breeze of memories

in my garden of words

tio stib

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Weeding Words

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what makes a word a weed?
makes me suddenly
yank it out
toss it from my poetic flower bed

I must admit it’s never rational
never logic
just pure and simple whim

it sounds odd
doesn’t fit

just a weed

goodbye

tio stib

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Climbing Mountains

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Gasping from my lofty climb
I search for shadows left behind
The ghosts of journeys once so strong

how can it be
they’re so far gone

In this forlorn solitude
my spirit aches to be renewed
to share the path of life again

to walk beside a noble friend


tio stib
2015, 2025