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F is for: Forever
Forever is a ring. Etched with jewelers’ precision on its underside, A promise that will outlast us both.  Forever the end date, as yet undefined. Until death, a friend asked? Further? Can there be a further without my knowledge or consent?  Forever is a moving feast, Leading to what is or isn’t.  Not the girl who sold me her heather, guaranteeing its luck would follow. Not the man who leapt confidently into the marina, not knowing he would repeat the process into eternity

Dave Soyars
Nov 41 min read
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E is for: Every (AKA Here to You)
Every word, every sentence, every meaning, Every kiss, every gesture, every feeling, Everywhere I go, Everything I do                               Leads me here to you Leads me here to you  Every sight, every motion, every blessing Every night, even silence keeps us guessing Everywhere I go, Everything I do Leads me here to you Leads me here to you  Here where the fields are always vernal Here where the sky’s almost eternal  Here where we don’t care what we’re handed Here

Dave Soyars
Sep 261 min read
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The Alphabet Poems: an introduction
The Alphabet Poems is a series of poems, begun in July 2025, as both a creative outlet and a challenge to myself. The idea is to give...

Dave Soyars
Sep 12 min read
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D is for Dave
Dave is only part of the story Dave lived in the 16 th 18 th 20 th 21 st and 22 nd centuries Dave was born in a shack just like our...

Dave Soyars
Aug 311 min read
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C is for: Commoner
What to these stars is commoner than we? Yet ev’ry flower, every being Follows, has a stake in our survival, Defines the depths and...

Dave Soyars
Aug 131 min read
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B is for: Balderdash
For Carolyn  I think I think of the world as is, but Before, after, during what was or may well be, Joining as we do, seeking sacred...

Dave Soyars
Jul 271 min read
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A is for: Account
Settled long ago, per the song. I must have learned it from you before I can remember. I know I sang it in reverence and in service, Wondering who holds the account, How I’d recognize the one who’d come to collect the debt I’d carried forward.  Yet now, as before, I sing. To something, anything Neither Seen nor heard; To the possibilities inherent in useless numbers Jotted somewhere in someone’s forgotten ledger.  Going through the papers now, pile after pile, Cast to a fir

Dave Soyars
Jul 201 min read
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