Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Touched By The Sun

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 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

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

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

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

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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