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<channel><title><![CDATA[DAK - POETRY]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry]]></link><description><![CDATA[POETRY]]></description><pubDate>Thu, 09 Apr 2026 01:11:38 +0100</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Tribe]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/tribe]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/tribe#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2024 13:31:08 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/tribe</guid><description><![CDATA[Upon weary shouldersJoints that speak of timeDoes the merry hourglass pour its tear stained sandsUpon tails of triumph&nbsp;Failures and never wasA phoenix rises with rainbow wings to burn away what came beforeThis is the nowNot then, not when, not thusAssemble forth champions to face what comes togetherThat is what&rsquo;s learned&nbsp;That is how we thrive&nbsp;That is how we&rsquo;re strongThat is our tribe   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span><span>Upon weary shoulders</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Joints that speak of time</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Does the merry hourglass pour its tear stained sands</span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span><span>Upon tails of triumph&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Failures and never was</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>A phoenix rises with rainbow wings to burn away what came before</span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span><span>This is the now</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Not then, not when, not thus</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Assemble forth champions to face what comes together</span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span><span>That is what&rsquo;s learned&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>That is how we thrive&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>That is how we&rsquo;re strong</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>That is our tribe</span></span><br /><span></span></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Trust in Love]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/trust-in-love]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/trust-in-love#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 05 Jun 2024 11:36:00 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/trust-in-love</guid><description><![CDATA[Into the unknown&nbsp;Holding head up highThe jabberwocky nips at soft heelsHe&rsquo;ll be there till I flyEnthroned upon a thorned stepEntombed by the final breathA gasp for air as past lives cryThis will not be the day I dieWhat nextWhat nowThe pin knight asksTheir king a wall of silenceHis crown long lost on another questThe queen gone to the islandsThis land anew to sally forthThis seaside, sun and sandTo follow upon life&rsquo;s new courseIs all to be a manTrust in me I hear the callTrust i [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span><span>Into the unknown&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Holding head up high</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>The jabberwocky nips at soft heels</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>He&rsquo;ll be there till I fly</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Enthroned upon a thorned step</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Entombed by the final breath</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>A gasp for air as past lives cry</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>This will not be the day I die</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>What next</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>What now</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>The pin knight asks</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Their king a wall of silence</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>His crown long lost on another quest</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>The queen gone to the islands</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>This land anew to sally forth</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>This seaside, sun and sand</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>To follow upon life&rsquo;s new course</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Is all to be a man</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Trust in me I hear the call</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Trust in me I will not fall</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Trust in me from up above</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Trust in me and trust in love</span></span><br /><span></span></div>  <div class="wsite-youtube" style="margin-bottom:10px;margin-top:10px;"><div class="wsite-youtube-wrapper wsite-youtube-size-auto wsite-youtube-align-center"> <div class="wsite-youtube-container">  <iframe src="//www.youtube.com/embed/V8yljP5qg3U?wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> </div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Building]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/building]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/building#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 03 May 2024 11:26:05 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/building</guid><description><![CDATA[That was a building last weekOne we could keepWith memories stored in concreteStoneSteeleRubble nowPiles of dirt piled highWaiting for the next building to skyScrape the best of our spacesFill them with places&nbsp;That are investment readyFoundations not steadyA shaky rockBuilt on assumptions that might be false futuresThe chaos is comingUpending what we thought we knewMake way for the newWe can feel itWe can see itWe can&rsquo;t control itThat scares meRight now I am freeListening to the birds [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph"><span><span>That was a building last week</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>One we could keep</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>With memories stored in concrete</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Stone</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Steele</span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span><span>Rubble now</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Piles of dirt piled high</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Waiting for the next building to sky</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Scrape the best of our spaces</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Fill them with places&nbsp;</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>That are investment ready</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Foundations not steady</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>A shaky rock</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Built on assumptions that might be false futures</span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span><span>The chaos is coming</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Upending what we thought we knew</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Make way for the new</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>We can feel it</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>We can see it</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>We can&rsquo;t control it</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>That scares me</span></span><br /><span></span><br /><span><span>Right now I am free</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Listening to the birds and the trees</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Here and now</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Take a breath</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Listen</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>You can hear the machines whirring</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Automatically purring</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Till they all</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>One day</span></span><br /><span></span><span><span>Stop</span></span><br /><span></span></div>  <div class="wsite-youtube" style="margin-bottom:10px;margin-top:10px;"><div class="wsite-youtube-wrapper wsite-youtube-size-auto wsite-youtube-align-center"> <div class="wsite-youtube-container">  <iframe src="//www.youtube.com/embed/UMsRQwNgsK4?wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe> </div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hail the Moon]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/hail-the-moon]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/hail-the-moon#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2023 13:39:22 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/hail-the-moon</guid><description><![CDATA[       Hail the moon!October skyI wake to greet youYou held the riseThe rising songOf a new age comeOf letting goOf becoming oneOne with selfYour pale white faceFuture writtenPast erasedA bath in presentMoonbeams the soulThe moon is fullAnd I am whole [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.dougkarson.com/uploads/1/8/9/8/1898706/full-moon-phase2_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><font color="#d5d5d5">Hail the moon!</font><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">October sky</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">I wake to greet you</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">You held the rise</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">The rising song</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Of a new age come</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Of letting go</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Of becoming one</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">One with self</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Your pale white face</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Future written</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Past erased</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">A bath in present</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">Moonbeams the soul</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">The moon is full</font></span><br /><span></span><span><font color="#d5d5d5">And I am whole</font></span><br /><span></span><br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Catch Me]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/catch-me]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/catch-me#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Wed, 21 Jun 2023 14:41:57 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/catch-me</guid><description><![CDATA[       Catch me pleaseIn your arms made of glassThey will not shatter I promiseWe will dance till the islands sink in the seaLet me fall into youTo find out the truthBehind those eyesWe will dance till the last supernova goes darkEmbrace me nowI want to feel your warmthYour sweatWe will dance till it all falls downThenWe will catch each other Only to dance again [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="https://www.dougkarson.com/uploads/1/8/9/8/1898706/img-2591_orig.jpeg" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>  <div class="paragraph"><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Catch me please</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">In your arms made of glass</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">They will not shatter I promise</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">We will dance till the islands sink in the sea</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Let me fall into you</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">To find out the truth</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Behind those eyes</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">We will dance till the last supernova goes dark</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Embrace me now</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">I want to feel your warmth</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Your sweat</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">We will dance till it all falls down</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Then</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">We will catch each other </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Only to dance again</span></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Else]]></title><link><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/what-else]]></link><comments><![CDATA[https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/what-else#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 27 Apr 2021 08:49:51 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">https://www.dougkarson.com/poetry/what-else</guid><description><![CDATA[ 	 		 			 				 					 						  There's a sandpit,With infinite potential.What else do you need,When you're three. Sunshine and slides, Ice cream and apple juice. What else do you need, When you're three. There's a monster truck toy,Many aged girls and boys. What else do you need, When you're three.I'll take some of that simplicity, That joie de vivre.What else do you need, When you're free.   					 								 					 						          					 							 		 	  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-multicol"><div class="wsite-multicol-table-wrap" style="margin:0 -15px;"> 	<table class="wsite-multicol-table"> 		<tbody class="wsite-multicol-tbody"> 			<tr class="wsite-multicol-tr"> 				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:32.958380202475%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div class="paragraph"><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">There's a sandpit,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">With infinite potential.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">What else do you need,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">When you're three. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Sunshine and slides, </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Ice cream and apple juice. </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">What else do you need, </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">When you're three. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">There's a monster truck toy,</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">Many aged girls and boys. </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">What else do you need, </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">When you're three.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">I'll take some of that simplicity, </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">That joie de vivre.</span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">What else do you need, </span><br /><span style="color:rgb(32, 33, 36)">When you're free.</span></div>   					 				</td>				<td class="wsite-multicol-col" style="width:67.041619797525%; padding:0 15px;"> 					 						  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0px;margin-right:10px;text-align:left"> <a> <img src="https://www.dougkarson.com/uploads/1/8/9/8/1898706/poem-what-else-24-4-21-square_orig.png" alt="Picture" style="width:auto;max-width:100%" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>   					 				</td>			</tr> 		</tbody> 	</table> </div></div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>