time of the year
warm not hot
gentle breeze
caressing the face
flower petals
open up
drawing on the
power
of the orb
high in the sky
nourishment
life giving
to man
or beast
a cleansing
chasing away
all that is
not pure
be like
the tree
reach
for the sky
feelings
are good
one with nature
good
to be
alive
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Fallen Soldiers
All that remains
father
grandfather
WWII
WWI
served well
legacy of sacrifice
both survived
both fought well
kill or be killed
grandfather army guy
world war one
never talked
about what
was done
war stories none
heavy drinker
before or after
that is unknown
war to end all wars
kill or be killed
father navy guy
world war two
never talked about
what was seen
war stories none
heavy drinker
before or after
that is unknown
let's do it again
war to end all wars
bit of cloth
draped on coffin
solemn occasion
taps
21 gun salute
flag folded gently
handed to widow
tears fall
wails of sorrow
never more
people show up
pay respects
on the world stage
just a number
flag of remembrance
stored in garage
what does it mean
many more to follow
never ending
reasons are many
never rings true
I remember
the ultimate sacrifice
life and death
that is
reality
Friday, December 2, 2011
Holiday Sadness
time of year
time of good cheer
tis the season
of laughter
and joy
it's not for all
something is
missing
it's not for all
shorter days
longer nights
time of sadness
others around
happy
bustling
presents to buy
gifts to give
it's not for all
sense of loss
clouds the view
why me
it's not for all
most wonderful time
of the year
said in
a song
it's not for all
why not me
time of good cheer
tis the season
of laughter
and joy
it's not for all
something is
missing
it's not for all
shorter days
longer nights
time of sadness
others around
happy
bustling
presents to buy
gifts to give
it's not for all
sense of loss
clouds the view
why me
it's not for all
most wonderful time
of the year
said in
a song
it's not for all
why not me
Monday, November 7, 2011
The Lost Art Of The Kiss
eons
and
ages
since
the touch
softness
and warmth
brushing
nuzzling
purpose
and
passion
missing
from life
sharing
and caring
holding
being held
anticipation
not
forthcoming
left
wondering
how it was
sparks
used to fly
downward
spiral
one is
the loneliest
number
need to learn
again
the lost
art of
the kiss
and
ages
since
the touch
softness
and warmth
brushing
nuzzling
purpose
and
passion
missing
from life
sharing
and caring
holding
being held
anticipation
not
forthcoming
left
wondering
how it was
sparks
used to fly
downward
spiral
one is
the loneliest
number
need to learn
again
the lost
art of
the kiss
Saturday, November 5, 2011
All Hail The Mighty Weed!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
when did it start
the love of the lawn
endless sea of green
soft and tender
underfoot
natures carpet
to frolic upon
roll and play
used as feed
for many an animal
forage for a meal
in rolled in the weed
many shapes and forms
prickly or not
flowered or clinging
ground cover for some
spoiling the greenery
for many
yank pull cut dig
no stopping
the green vermin
stop it now
bring in the pro
a gunfighter of sorts
the weed killer
rode into town
with promises aplenty
worry no more
action it will take
machine or by man
lay down the spray
pellets by some
time and money
watch them die
but wait
like a swamp creature
from the deep
a lawn nightmare returns
jason could admire
a nightmare back
a summer scream uttered
didn't kill us all
badder then before
overcome the weak sister
lawn
let nature take its
course
do what it will
hail the mighty weed
and remember the 60's
grass is for smoking
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunrise Sunset
Thursday, November 12, 2009
the sun slowly rising
creeping upward
ever so slowly
light streaking across
the sky
mingled in with
scattered clouds
bits of pink and orange
playing hide and seek
nature starting its
stretch
morning yawn
still a chill
in the air
muffled sounds
of the waves
rolling to the shores
soft cries of the birds
as they search
for their daily food
circling overhead
the sight of a fish
breaking the water
the quiet movement
of people slowly
making way to join others
in a singular way
along the sands
looking forward
to a new day
looking for change
or continuation
of what has been
bestowed upon them
for some
the search goes on
the sun heavy with
a full day behind it
slowly gathering
downward heading
reaching for the horizon
the expectations
of the day
maybe fullfilled
the darkness creeping
from behind
pushing at the colors
of the soon
night time sky
a quiet time begins
birds flutter about
searching for the nest
energy of the day
all but expelled
fish drift off to sleep
to the depths
they call home
some do gather
chairs for sand
drink in hand
slowly settle in
to watch nature's show
a stillness returns
words not uttered
lost in thought
light turns to dark
the cycle to return
the day wish to continue
or the hope for
a new begining
what is your wish
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Lost From View
Inner thoughts
hide from her
what others see
so plainly
style and grace
inner and
outer beauty
missed time
and again
not recognized
unaware
missing the joy
one brings to
others
happiness uncloaked
great day for all
beaming outwardly
happy
peaceful
at last revealed
fairy princess
arrives
belle of the ball
as it should be
as it always is
she sees herself
as others do
her beauty
walks among us
now we all
are happy
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Death of a Lawnmower
Another Repost!
Friday, December 4, 2009
Death of a Lawnmower
never loved
the small metal beast
price was the object
when purchased
gas guzzling
noisy one
pushing and pulling
difficult task
when grass is high
inadequate in size
for the task in hand
in the hot Florida son
gasping today
when starting the journey
sputtering and coughing
blade damaged and dull
engine sighing
enough it said
with a gleam
in my eye
I shut it down
dragging it behind
scrapheap time
rain started to fall
a fitting way
to end the day
something shiny
and new
to the rescue
a call went out
replace it we must
scour the stores
currycomb the countrysides
what will it be
what will it be
sigh
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Finally, Is It, Cough, Time, To Stop Smoking
Friday, June 12, 2009
Finally, Is It, Cough, Time, To Stop Smoking?
watching when little
on the big screen
larger than life
macho men
pretty women
a spark then a light
smoke from the lips
one likes to be
just like the heroes
want to be like him
cowboys on the range
ruggedly handsome
the wild west vision
horses and cattle
night time glow
almost perfect
want to be like him
puff on the pipe
by jove I've got it
the game is a foot
come watson
want to be like him
school years beckon
all grown up
james dean look
one hangs from the lip
be like your friends
want to be like him
Bogart black and white
hat and raincoat
in the shadows
roll your own
tug on the ear
oh so rugged
want to be like him
people are dying
holes in throat
lungs are blackened
can't breathe anymore
gasping for air
all a lie
image was built
cartoon and macho
trick them all
hook the children
replace the dying
tough to look cool
when you lay so still
not to be like him
Monday, April 18, 2011
Everyone Lies
ones that
are vulnerable
reaching out
looking for comfort
looking for hope
life seems
in crisis
trust
manipulation
used
to an end
not to help
sleight of hand
say what
one needs to
hear
ignore
the signs
too smart
for that
not me
fall under
the spell
fall for
the
illusion
you have
been
warned
are vulnerable
reaching out
looking for comfort
looking for hope
life seems
in crisis
trust
manipulation
used
to an end
not to help
sleight of hand
say what
one needs to
hear
ignore
the signs
too smart
for that
not me
fall under
the spell
fall for
the
illusion
you have
been
warned
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Where are you....
why be in love
a feeling inside
unexplained
illusion or
delusion
makes one happy
not jumping
for joy
rather a comfort
need fulfilled
one has had
one need search
harder now
judgmental
perhaps
shared needs
physical and
mental
internal glow
one knows when
one sees it
will it happen
again
a calmness
comes over
maybe
like wisps of fog
gather stronger
taking form
choices
roads traveled
end
or no end
story continues
a feeling inside
unexplained
illusion or
delusion
makes one happy
not jumping
for joy
rather a comfort
need fulfilled
one has had
one need search
harder now
judgmental
perhaps
shared needs
physical and
mental
internal glow
one knows when
one sees it
will it happen
again
a calmness
comes over
maybe
like wisps of fog
gather stronger
taking form
choices
roads traveled
end
or no end
story continues
Tuesday, January 11, 2011
Gloom Of Night
somedays
events occur
brightness of day
turns to gloom
of night
a bit of tear
hangs on
a reminder
not what was
but of hope
what might be
illusion
sometimes
passes as
reality
reminder to self
don't forget
to breathe
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