R. Jacob Post Poetic Muses

War, what is it good for?

2012-01-25T07:47:00.001-05:00

repost

Friday, June 12, 2009

century of claims
arguments galore
what's mine is mine
what's yours is mine

better than you
our blood is pure
like fine wine
your ancestry in question
your peasant lines

god is against you
guiding light
convert by sword
or perish and die

contrived destruction
reason unknown
someone makes money
young men die

for or against us
no middle ground
whatever the reason
will start the war

stir up the blood
in a faraway land
too many bullets
find the mark

letter sent home
our regrets are many
your son has died
a brave solider he
cries of the mother
anguish of dad

coffin is lowered
taps is played
draped flag is folded
triangle in size
gunshots ring in the air
21 in all
a tribute to the fallen

won't be the last
many to follow
always the young
always to young

Touched By The Sun

2011-12-27T09:19:00.000-05:00

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

Fallen Soldiers

2011-12-13T13:02:00.000-05:00

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

Holiday Sadness

2011-12-02T08:54:00.000-05:00

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

The Lost Art Of The Kiss

2011-11-07T06:38:00.000-05:00

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

All Hail The Mighty Weed!

2011-11-05T08:49:00.000-04:00

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

Sunrise Sunset

2011-10-27T07:27:00.000-04:00

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

Lost From View

2011-10-15T11:46:00.000-04:00

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

Death of a Lawnmower

2011-09-20T08:06:00.000-04:00

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

sigh

Finally, Is It, Cough, Time, To Stop Smoking

2011-09-14T15:42:00.000-04:00

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

Everyone Lies

2011-04-18T08:52:00.001-04:00

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

Where are you....

2011-02-02T11:20:00.000-05:00

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

Gloom Of Night

2011-01-11T06:45:00.000-05:00

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

Does It Matter

2010-12-05T19:36:00.000-05:00

Gloomy

Does It Matter

Calling out

to the sky

no answer

to be had

in return

Just the quiet

as an answer

was it enough

what was done

did it matter

does it

ever

matter

holding back

the oceans

of lost

opportunity

fix

patch

repair

to no avail

rip tides pull

one out to sea

fight the current

swept away

no one knows

a finger

in the water

leaves no mark

was it really

a wonderful life

mr stewart

no wings

no angels

no echo

in the night

fragile

vulnerable

unable

to shake

the doubts

of worth

doubts that

set in

tend to

linger

Raymond J Denzel

Private Dancer

2010-11-06T17:57:00.000-04:00

This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired these words!

Poetic repeat

together with friends

sometimes alone

he visits the building

holds promises

visions of beauty

his all alone

pay at the door

cover they say

begrudgingly one does

boom of the bass

quickens his pulse

familiar song

favorite tune

sets the mood

unsaid by burly

look don't touch

wanders in

darkened room

lights from stage

focal point

eyes adjust

drink is brought

table sought

eyes search

for the one

makes him feel good

warm inside

at what cost

everything

he has

always the same

game is on

pretend she cares

all is revealed

all that she has

enticing enchanting

moth to a flame

drawn he is

morning after

alone again

head pounding

wallet empty

vows never ever

will be back

started young

legal she was

pushing drinks

wondering would

she could she

money an issue

week to week

pick the path

devil in details

if only for awhile

keep it business

not personal

made her debut

a night

to remember

soon to forget

three song set

tips would come

tried to act

done before

screw up courage

dance like others

finished with money

good job honey

cruise the tables

mine them for more

lap or table

make them pay

too many married

made her wonder

another transaction

business deal

a guy comes in

asking for her

laughter dance

money exchanges hands

she is gone

looking

for someone else

how long

can this go on

just to get ahead

always tired

energy needed

do a line

forbidden fruit

not so young

time passes by

change ones life

what to do

income different

can't survive

time to move on

younger ones

alway at the door

ones self critical

still pretty maybe

always tired

long for more

no white knight

none to rescue

not looking

personal choice

whats it gonna be

tina said it right

dance while looking

at the wall

Wedding Vows

2010-11-04T06:15:00.000-04:00

A repeat from R Jacob Post

I was recently was asked by a woman at work to write her wedding vows.

I was stunned, hiding my surprise, I said yes.

I thought about it for four days or so. Writing it took about 45 minutes.

I handed it to her at work.

When she read it, she started to cry, blurted out "perfect" and kept crying.

This was all because I took a chance and brought some of poetry to work for some of the ladies

to read.

Let Them Read was my post I guess that started the ball rolling.

I was there for the wedding, feeling like a playwright waiting to

hear the words I had written.

For better or worse (pun intended) here is what I came up with.

My first, my last, my everything

Words torn from a song

What can one say

When someone touches your heart and your very soul

My words are framed in ways

To show our shared emotions

Our lives are different from this moment on

Caring for one another

Our ups and downs

For better or worse

My soul mate

We are kindred spirits

Our movements locked in step

It is meant to be forever

Our hands reaching out for the other

To be there for me

And I for you

I will give you my all

To be loved once again

My gift to you and yours to me

Everything I have to make you happy

Affairs of the heart can not be wished for

Birds must sing in the same key

Bees making honey never sweeter

Sunrises seem to be perfect

Sunsets bring hope for more to come

Walks by the ocean

Two sets of prints Leaving their mark

Our thoughts to be shared

Words not be spoken

I never gave up hope that sometime

Somewhere, you would enter my life

And share our lives together

No Hope

2010-08-27T07:41:00.000-04:00

why oh why

what have I done

to be in a place

where there

is no hope

no food

no drink

all alone

so young

no future

no past

can't understand

forsaken

gift to mankind

possibilities

unlimited

doctor

scientist

cruelty of mankind

starvation

dying of thirst

cruelty of nature

cruelty of man

food and water

everywhere

not here

never enough

hunger constant

thirst constant

suffering constant

future is dim

I am forsaken

what have I done

death is near

end the suffering

Poem by R. Jacob Post Poetic Muses

This photograph showing a starving Sudanese child being stalked by a vulture won Kevin Carter the 1994 Pulitzer Prize for feature photography.

Photographer Haunted by Horror of His Work
Obituary: Kevin Carter 1960 - 1994
Johannesburg - Kevin Carter, the South African photographer whose image of a starving Sudanese toddler stalked by a vulture won him a Pulitzer Prize this year, was found dead on Wednesday night, apparently a suicide, police said yesterday. He was 33. The police said Mr Carter's body and several letters to friends and family were discovered in his pick-up truck, parked in a Johannesburg suburb. An inquest showed that he had died of carbon monoxide poisoning.
Mr Carter started as a sports photographer in 1983 but soon moved to the front lines of South African political strife, recording images of repression, anti-apartheid protest and fratricidal violence. A few davs after winning his Pulitzer Prize in April, Mr Carter was nearby when one of his closest friends and professional companions, Ken Oosterbroek, was shot dead photographing a gun battle in Tokoza township.
Friends said Mr Carter was a man of tumultuous emotions which brought passion to his work but also drove him to extremes of elation and depression. Last year, saying he needed a break from South Africa's turmoil, he paid his own way to the southern Sudan to photograph a civil war and famine that he felt the world was overlooking.
His picture of an emaciated girl collapsing on the way to a feeding centre, as a plump vulture lurked in the background, was published first in The New York Times and The Mail & Guardian, a Johannesburg weekly. The reaction to the picture was so strong that The New York Times published an unusual editor's note on the fate of the girl. Mr Carter said she resumed her trek to the feeding centre. He chased away the vulture.
Afterwards, he told an interviewer, he sat under a tree for a long time, "smoking cigarettes and crying". His father, Mr Jimmy Carter laid last night: "Kevin always carried around the horror of the work he did." - The New York Times
Source: Sydney Morning Herald Saturday 30 July 1994

Empty Dreams

2010-07-25T06:02:00.001-04:00

falling asleep

realizing

for once

in a long time

no one

to dream

about

no taking

myself

to my happy

place

there is

no happy

place

anymore

Ghost Ship

2010-07-25T05:59:00.000-04:00

like the

Flying Dutchman

cast about

the oceans

tortured souls

unable to land

come to port

complete the journey

unrequited

unable to complete

the circle

the journey

to be as one

not to be

as two

thoughts and

emotions

crash the seas

the mantra repeats

can not have

what is not

attainable

what if it is true

the highest mountains

the deepest seas

stand between you

it is not worth the effort

it can not be

no sacrifice too great

but to no avail

Don Quixote

jousted at windmills

laughed at

delusional

he didn't win

like a lovesick boy

in school

heart set

on the prettiest girl

not to be

why do men

do what they do

brain doesn't

get in the way

logic spock

too human

heart gets in the way

doesn't need to

make sense

she reads

thoughts undone

space and time

allows one to

reach out

or brush away

there will be

another

or two or three

sameness

closeness

not to

be there

bruised

and

bewildered

should have

known better

why did I try

doddering old fool

taken as I am

true to thy self

accept or reject

chips

fall as they may

owed nothing

by other

emotional

outburst

a cleansing

not complete

bury into the

ground

this too shall pass

just a man

to survive

the saying

just friends

not lovers

my ghost ship

journeys on

Daytime Hands Off To Night

2010-07-18T19:56:00.000-04:00

looking over water

from backyard

birds come down

once last chance

for the day

feast or famine

unaware fish

swim by

a meal or home

to early

to call

a cool breeze

starts to find

its way

to end

a another

heat full day

the sun

ends it free fall

off in distance

water swirling

ripples trace

the surface

from whence it came

smooth jazz

tickles the ears

Franks and Krall

magical question

popsicle toes

are always froze

how many licks

to make you

happy

the world

may never know

one can guess

one more

might do it

Too Much To Ask?

2010-07-12T11:14:00.000-04:00

to awaken

each morning

to the sounds

touch

caress

of one who cares

giving wide berth

barely a glance

tolerated

just

a brick

in the wall

a finger in the water

once removed

nothing remains

once was

hope and dreams

drudgery abounds

thoughts for

the future

cloudy and grey

no light at the end

of this

tunnel

Do You Feel My Pain?

2010-06-09T04:59:00.000-04:00

Reprinted
From
R Jacob Post
June 8th, 2010

injury started it
but long time
coming

body run down
over time
waiting
for a chance

the knee
one part of many
crying out
no where to hide
in the world

ache pain
sleep unable
toss
turn
fatigue causes sleep
not for long

body positioned
in bed
like chalk
outline
seeking relief

drug help
one that works
two months
like a lifetime

how does one
handle it all
chronic
life sapping
overwhelming

understand
now
gets to the point
end it all

why they do it
why they call
Dr. Kervorkian
line one

Oil and Water

2010-05-03T18:31:00.000-04:00

starts with a fire
explosion in air
people die
can't be found

rig collapse
into the deep
a mile or more

bubbling crude
rising to surface
slow death
fish birds jobs

shut off none
months to recover
food gone
save what we can

earth be damned
all about
the money
drill
baby
drill

sounds hollow
now
doesn't it

oil

and

water

don't

mix

Karma?

2010-04-15T08:49:00.000-04:00

sometimes
you think
or plan
effort is there
outside forces
cause a rift

future to be changed
redouble doings
this time
around
the planets
will
be
aligned
over time

You've Got Mail!

2010-03-22T09:18:00.000-04:00

someone special
stops on by
time to share
thoughts of
the day

a quickening
of the pulse
good news
or bad
how are you today
a smile forms
someone cares

learn much
of one
or another
ups and downs
family life
been there
done that
me too

pain shared
joy too
work concerns
financial too
tired sleepy
sleep well
enjoy your day

very special
one day

we will meet

A Compliment

2010-03-08T06:36:00.000-05:00

you write and
you wonder
did it make
sense
the feelings
and emotions that
were felt
at the time

words rush out
some funny
some sad
tell a story
in my own
little way

if it puts you
in the moment
another time
another place
in the shoes
of another

and you like
it too
my reward

my work
is done

The Hardest Lesson Learned

2010-03-06T08:37:00.001-05:00

Friday, July 24, 2009

affairs of the heart
can not be wished
once upon a star

the planets must
align in
the right order

birds must sing
in the same key

bees making honey
never sweeter

sunrise most perfect
sunset brings hope
for more to come

walks by the ocean
two sets of prints
leaving their mark

thoughts to be shared
but never thought

searching the corners
universal emotion
sense of loss
sense of gain

joust at windmills
never give up
somewhere
sometime
someone
not imagined
will come calling

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I am the Tin Man!

2010-03-04T10:01:00.000-05:00

one should know
it will happen
one day
age creeping up
wear and tear
occupation contributes

wake from sleep
thought only
of pain
knee cries out
can't move
knifing shooting
left one aches

slowly move
careful
subsides for now
walking at work
right one starts
to click
heard by none

shrug it off
only thought
man's way
ignore it will
go away

suddenly
realized
my new world order
where is Dorothy
I need her now
oil can
oil can
squirt here
squirt there
squeak squeak
ahhh
feeling better
all better

wake up ToTo
no oil can
no relief
surprise
not in kansas
anymore

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Pinball Man

2010-02-10T19:08:00.000-05:00

sometimes daily events
make you feel
like a pinball
not a wizard
shooting for
a score
coming up empty
glancing blow
job
friends
social or not
money woes
life seems
empty

surreal
perception is truth
left hanging
alone
can't run up
the score
bells ringing
lights flashing

no offer of
free games
or do over
happiness
tenuous at best
beware
the wolves
howling in the night

the ball falls
past the outreached
flipper
flailing away
in vain
down the center
lost forever

life says
we owe you
an extra ball
try
we won't be
Lucy
yank the ball
away

again

but you find
you are
on your
own
once more

game over

When the Earth Moved

2010-01-28T06:26:00.000-05:00

a day like
any other
preparing evening
meal for all
change quickly
happened
first rattle
sense uneasiness
feeling spread
quickly
sense of doom

unable to stand
walls shaking
flying through air
goods from walls
run they screamed
outside now
knocked to ground
crawling to door
who made it out
not me

walls collapsed
ceiling soon followed
cascade
tumbling
falling
weight of the world
no feeling in legs
unable to breathe
crushed below
gasping last breath
how quickly it ends
no goodbyes
no hug
no kiss
no last words
no time to say
love you

walking down hallway
fancy place in town
best place to stay
columns in place
sandy soil
short cuts taken
building heaves
earth shakes
snap crackle
foundation buckle
like a pancake
floor on top
of floor
collapse as one
no time to scream
gone

stagger into street
people crying
babies wander
blood washes roads
running running
after shock
again again
no end
why why
help me
all cry as one

policeman
fireman
doctor
no more
water gone
food gone
bodies waste
help us
no one cares
world unites
rally to help
docks gone
airport gone
roads gone
help on way

looking searching
pull back rubble
dog sniffs
cry is heard
baby brought out
cheer goes up
one is saved

pits are dug
deep and wide
bodies stacked
thousands now
pushed in covered
buried unknown

recovery begins
once again
slow and painful
how do you
take away
everything
from people
who have
nothing

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Private Dancer

2010-01-14T08:23:00.000-05:00

This poem is dedicated to Christine Macdonald whose life story inspired theses words.

together with friends
sometimes alone
he visits the building
holds promises
visions of beauty
his all alone

pay at the door
cover they say
begrudgingly one does
boom of the bass
quickens his pulse
familiar song
favorite tune
sets the mood
unsaid by burly
look don't touch

wanders in
darkened room
lights from stage
focal point
eyes adjust
drink is brought
table sought
eyes search
for the one

makes him feel good
warm inside
at what cost
everything
he has
always the same
game is on
pretend she cares
all is revealed
all that she has
enticing enchanting
moth to a flame
drawn he is
morning after
alone again
head pounding
wallet empty
vows never ever
will be back

started young
legal she was
pushing drinks
wondering would
she could she
money an issue
week to week
pick the path
devil in details
if only for awhile
keep it business
not personal

made her debut
a night
to remember
soon to forget
three song set
tips would come
tried to act
done before
screw up courage
dance like others
finished with money
good job honey
cruise the tables
mine them for more
lap or table
make them pay

too many married
made her wonder
another transaction
business deal
a guy comes in
asking for her
laughter dance
money exchanges hands
she is gone
looking
for someone else

how long
can this go on
just to get ahead
always tired
energy needed
do a line
forbidden fruit
not so young
time passes by

change ones life
what to do
income different
can't survive
time to move on
younger ones
alway at the door
ones self critical
still pretty maybe
always tired
long for more

no white knight
none to rescue
not looking
personal choice
whats it gonna be
tina said it right
dance while looking
at the wall

Desperate Times

2010-01-13T15:53:00.000-05:00

SUNDAY, NOVEMBER 1, 2009

reading local newspaper
things are getting
bad to worse
marti forman she wrote
"beaten down people

hot tired lost
hopeless poor
unemployed sick
elderly confused
tired keep coming
food bank
overwhelmed scared
very scared"

recovery from
economic ills
slow to come
good times
for many
gone forever

houses gone
cars gone
work gone
loved ones
gone

hope

gone

TV people
read reports
economy recovering
companies post profits
how they wonder
cut costs
cut jobs
cut people
sense of purpose
lost

someone somewhere
needs help
don't look away
ask
how can I
help you today

Cold and Alone

2010-01-07T07:04:00.000-05:00

seen unseen
know they exist
forgotten ignored
huddled as one
dampness soaking
into the bones
chilling the soul
what needed more
warmth or food

hide in shadows
break from the wind
cars drive bye
people walk by
avert ones gaze
not be seen
constant growl
stomach empty

constant shiver
shuffle of feet
blowing of wind
temperature drops
looking for shelter
anywhere will do
pretend to fit in
be a shopper
read a book
please don't look
ask me to leave

hunger cold
constant feeling
will not pass
only purpose
to survive
another day

and wonder
why

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You lay down with dogs, you wake up with......

2009-12-31T06:24:00.000-05:00

dogs we have
now add fleas
too many it seems
running and playing
sleeping eating
it started
itch scratch
sigh

first time it
happened
30 years or more
odds were right
where did it
come from

wash and comb
spray and clean
inside and out
bomb the house
coming up next

do the yard
bottle and hose
on the attack
end the scourge

bite or be bitten

Wall Of Water

2009-12-26T03:54:00.000-05:00

ideal setting
coastal town
postcard perfect
sunny day
blue skies
crowded beaches
busy time
paradise for some

ominous signs
suddenly
water recedes
like never before
beach quickly grows
out further and further
sea shells
fish flopping
children playing
men and women
gaze and wonder
all is quiet

somewhere deep
in the bowels
of ocean
earthquake strikes
land shifts
water gathers
hurtling forward
tremendous speed
hundreds of miles
an hour
unsuspecting
people
unaware disaster
lurking
on horizon

a cry
from lips
water rising
ever higher
ocean wall
monster heights
angry god
lashing out
inland racing
gathering all
before it
smothering life
objects ravenous
all succumb
draws out to sea

nothingness
left behind
bewildered
survivors cry
stunned once more
ocean releases
flotsam and jetsam
only signs
of happening before
tsunami by name
destructive force
time heals all
wounds
nature like crouching
tiger in ambush
waiting waiting
once more

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The Storm That Wouldn't End

2009-12-26T02:47:00.000-05:00

oh my
TV showed it
bearing down
coming
at us
engulfing
hundreds of miles
sea angry
flaunting power
unstoppable
warning run
for your life

slow to react
this too will pass
not to be
nature to test
manmade barriers

not to be
denied this time
pounding surf
spilling over
first trickling
then gushing
first here
then here
panic in streets
level rising
streets flooding
run upward
on to the roof
higher it came
old young sick
gasping
terror
dying no help
is coming
the great flood
not a story
is now
oh why me
home a trap
for some
tired gasp
resigned to fate

hands reaching
out too late
crying wailing
nature stuck back
one rule only
nature wins

a lesson
to be learned
name to remember
history will show
Katrina was her name

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A Christmas Thought

2009-12-24T13:38:00.000-05:00

the day arrives
long wait over
excitement
anticipation
giving
getting

downside though
felt by many
feeling blue
empty feeling

one day
does not
make a year
happiness squeezed
24 hours

gifts are nice
feelings shared
a kind word
best gift
of all

to be loved
to love someone
all year round
best gift of all

Morning Mists

2009-12-11T09:02:00.000-05:00

early morning
darkness covered
sitting waiting
for the sun
to start the
unveiling

time passes
but darkness holds
its grip on the night
wondering the cause
outside ventured

fog had settled
blocking the light
like a fairy tale dream
visible objects peeking
shrouded by mist
clouding the vision
erie feeling
another time perhaps

silence of the birds
as they waited
for their day
to begin
to forage for daily
sustenance

heat of the day
brings a sigh
of relief
songs of nature
awake as one

all is well
once more

Bad Internet Neigbors

2009-12-08T10:31:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

next to you
besides you
invisible
to the eye

what they do
what they say
looking peeking
nosy ones

creepy
bad intentions
hurtful spiteful
someone you know
maybe you don't

why do they do it
only they know
makes one shudder
can cause pain
concern for love ones

Internet can be
fun learning
adventure
social gathering
but a dark side
but like batman's
twoface
what side
is showing

firewalls up
brace for attack
that one hopes
never comes

3 Billion Go To Bed Hungry, 3 Billion Go To Bed Looking For Love

2009-12-07T08:35:00.001-05:00

Saturday, June 6, 2009

to have love
to lose love
like grasping at the fog
to find a kindered spirit
out of reach
out of mind

the comfort of years later
never to be shared
the laughter
the cries
footpath for two
walked as one

words can be hollow
when they can't be heard
words dance in your head
somebody's love song
better than yours

what is meant to be
no truer words
heavy heart to be lighter
journey without end
hand in hand
what is meant to be

War, what is it good for?

2009-12-07T08:27:00.003-05:00

Friday, June 12, 2009

century of claims
arguments galore
what's mine is mine
what's yours is mine

better than you
our blood is pure
like fine wine
your ancestry in question
your peasant lines

god is against you
guiding light
convert by sword
or perish and die

contrived destruction
reason unknown
someone makes money
young men die

for or against us
no middle ground
whatever the reason
will start the war

stir up the blood
in a faraway land
too many bullets
find the mark

letter sent home
our regrets are many
your son has died
a brave solider he
cries of the mother
anguish of dad

coffin is lowered
taps is played
draped flag is folded
triangle in size
gunshots ring in the air
21 in all
a tribute to the fallen

won't be the last
many to follow
always the young
always to young

Look In The Mirror, What Do See?

2009-12-07T08:27:00.002-05:00

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

so many failures
whom to blame
the fault of someone else
didn't try that hard
couldn't make it that way

must be the foreign ones
causing all the troubles
taking all the jobs
we don't do anyway

they have a dream
the American way
streets paved with gold
effort to succeed
will is determined
failure not an option
many are counting
on the shoulders of success
lifting all the others

generations of trying
have not lost their way
ones that are born here
elders soon forgotten
crossed the seas
with dreams of their own

heritage to be remembered
fought and died for
best stuff on earth
people that try
don't blame others
get up and go
make us proud
once again.

Things That Go Boom

2009-12-07T08:24:00.000-05:00

Saturday, June 13, 2009

little boy
fatman
we did it first
the guiltless must die
asleep in their homes
uranium
plutonium
angel of death

from skyward they fell
unknowing direction
kill or be killed
end the war
Hiroshima
Nagasaki
list is short
stop at two

120 k
died right away
generations to follow
bodies deformed
lineage uncertain

we tell others
do as we say
not as we did
we set the rules
others to follow

cat in the hat
out of the bag
pandora's box
is now open
door won't close
can't be undone

clubs knives
swords guns
cannon bullets
all kill more
race is on
winner loses
losers we all

many want might
scare the neighbors
bully pulpit
new fight
old fight
same old thing
lives in the balance
decision not theirs
self destruction
mass destruction

where will it end
no one knows
life as we know it
to be nevermore
the raven knew
he isn't telling
madman rule
the end of our time
is coming

Baby I'm Amazed

2009-12-07T07:49:00.000-05:00

Sunday, June 14, 2009

recently awoke
music of youth
fab four
john paul
george ringo
played so much
tired of it all

forgotten lyrics
told a story
concept album
anticipation
words meant
much to us
back then
another time

sullivan said
they are beatles
crying girls
hairstyle change
wear it long
pointy shoes
parents panic
what happened
elvis
rock and roll
changed forever

years have past
we now parents
elevator music
of favorite tunes
video wake up
stir the blood
this stuff is good

tickled the senses
rigby and 64
hold my hand
mystery so magical
sgt pepper too
paul is dead
music backward
was it said
I am the walrus
what does it mean
egg man baby
I'm amazed
golden medley
ticket to ride
michelle my belle
twist and shout
on my submarine

white album double
revolver rubber soul
to name a few
fields of strawberry
does dorthy know
lucy had her diamonds

cartoons in morning
get music fix
they are everywhere
didn't last
sad ending
bite of the apple

on their own
never the same
almost as good
bullet takes one
health on another
guitar gently weeps

here comes the sun
hey jude
hold my hand
always has been
long winding road
still good to me
stirred the soul
let it be

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What Makes A Friend

2009-12-07T07:47:00.000-05:00

Monday, June 15, 2009

friends one makes
a new one
an old one
one better
than another

one who listens
one that knows
expectations
curious
been there
done that

weakness
strength
does not judge
one that does
both are good
both are needed
shoulder to cry
back to pat
what to do
must be done

feelings to share
yours and mine
strong and silent
suffer don't show
peel away pain
salve the wound

cheer on
make one laugh
to the victors
victory personal
won by two

expectations
none at all
always been there
first time now
take turns

vulnerable strong
not to judge
but to care
opinion needed
asked given
talk it through
strength in numbers

not alone
never alone
sigh of relief
withdraw the gloom
sunrise
sunset
same sun
different times

ceiling floor
places traded
be there
I for you
you for me

Man's Best Friend

2009-12-07T07:46:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

lying asleep
at the ready
for play
for a scratch
favorite snack
always looking
Lab is he
always trust

no conditions
for love
smartest he knows
out the door
game of fetch
again and again
wagging of tail
his hero

pup no longer
getting older
graybeard now
moving slower
protector
life would give
to the end

noble beast
companionship
not to judge
love in eyes

someday
absent from room
not from heart
hug and kiss
family member
better then most
people
man's best friend

Cruel Intentions

2009-12-07T07:43:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

history
written by winner
one would think
better job done
paint rosy picture
instead real

mean to weak
hurt and maim
defenseless
can't fight back
plead to save
loved ones

always
women children
jeopardy
mutilate
because they can

crush the soul
saved by none
starvation
thirst
hunger
swollen belly
desert sands
food missing
drop of water
mother wails
buzzards circle
lonely child

salvation missing
desperate times
why they do
not a right
make docile
kill them all
but a few
kind of life
think is right

millions before
death camps
rise against
try to hope
bugle cry

to the rescue
one must kill
killing to stop

Elections Like Us

2009-12-07T07:42:00.000-05:00

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

they had a vote
not quite fair
outcome in doubt
redo redo
fix is in
those in power
to stay in power

rig the outcome
the man wins
hated by many
loser revered
outcry by people
storm the streets
fight for rights

some will die
election is special
don't take away
in the news
democracy in doubt
moral outrage
what country
trample the people
Iran this time
you thought
United States
last time
it was us

Social Networks Oh My!

2009-12-07T07:39:00.000-05:00

Thursday, June 18, 2009

lost contact
my space
out of touch
facebook
what's it about
I am all
a twitter

don't care
don't need
don't want
important
not to me
friends from school
not so nice
not needed
class reunion
miss again

real friends
I know and
care for
have my number
all others
unlisted
what I do
day to day
not important
what I say
even less so

follow celebrities
millions they say
watching and waiting
one wonders for what

new social craze
like school of fish
first this away
then that
change new trend
what for tomorrow
will it end
never it seems
down the rabbit hole
alice

The Manly Art Of Shopping

2009-12-07T07:36:00.000-05:00

Friday, June 19, 2009

buy some nuts
and bolts
tools that gleam
promise solution
new pathway
how to man
saw and hammer
noisy stuff
cut and pound
count the fingers

big box store
shines in the sun
everything needed
some to want
build it
they will come
aisles and aisles
new surprises

can I help you
too proud to ask
directions not needed
list forgotten
size I'm guessing
surprise her he will
in his mind's eye
like in the picture
mortise and tendon
rabbit and biscuit
concrete and mortar
home improvement

wait it's a grill
smell the cooking
the boy's be proud
have a cold one
ice chest full
party started

all a dream
at the store
milk and bread
diapers too
what size
who knows

paper towels
and shampoo
women stuff
one package or two
hates to shop
it's not fun
let her do it
back to his dream
she is the gatherer
he is the hunter
back in the day
he was
the man

Neighborhood Gone

2009-12-07T07:35:00.000-05:00

Saturday, June 20, 2009

families lived
the houses in a row
nobody moved
stay forever

school mates
from little
to tall
had the dream
make it big

house was home
factory work
done by all
grass
neat and nice
pride in living
sunday car wash
wax it too
do it again
come Monday

jobs get scarce
bills pile up
all touched
where to turn
bad times coming
we closing sign
all our life
now all gone

move away
leave the house
dreams have died
banker knocks
want it back
no one home
keys on table

path of tears
leads away
family breaks
on their own
neighborhood
dies
no one to care
house on fire
none to save

dust wind
blows down the street
garbage litter
at the curb
once proud people
shuffle away

grandparents warned
could happen
words so true
couldn't be right
end of the world
depression again

Remembered

2009-12-07T07:33:00.000-05:00

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Remembered today
thought from Kat
maybe missed
enjoyed for now
did something right
that they care
not just one day
or two

some presents
cards given
one made me laugh
one made me smile
one almost
made me cry

thoughts when young
holding hands
watching out
show them how
teach what I know
hope its enough
bumps and bruise
hugs will fix
help the hurt

try this and that
one plus one
soon they pass
grow on their own
talents hidden
rise to the surface

bigger faster stronger
maybe taller
beautiful
handsome
had a part
in the making

boy friends
girl friends too
some nice
some hurt
learn to trust
deserved ones

smart in school
smart in life
fundamentals
no short cuts
do it right
right thing to do

almost time
leave the nest
holding breath
hand always out
help on the way

can't do it all
tried my best
be dad forever
good times
bad times
be remembered
best times

happy
father's
day

Pressure Of The Open

2009-12-07T07:31:00.000-05:00

Monday, June 22, 2009

game for athletes
no 40 yard dash
strength needed
skills sharpened
how hard can
it be
hitting ball
not moving

baseball
make contact
basketball
bank it
football blitz

you and the ball
golf
play it
where it lies
penalty
you call
cheating none
they will know
all about trust

pro know
pressure
mental crumbling
mind not sure
all have shots
must be clear
in the lead
nipping at heels
roar of crowd
here comes hero
be the one

each shot counts
winning
money
not guaranteed
thursday friday
play good
or go home
slam the trunk

got the lead
its the open
I'm the man
one more shot
all my life
no doubts
sink it
at last

rush of feelings
where is loved one
shaking hands
sign the card
get the check
hoist the trophy
how it feels
winner at last

Season Doldrums

2009-12-07T07:28:00.000-05:00

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

dog days of summer
named after star
sirius I am
summer soltice
hot times
no relief
in sight
only inside
crank ac
bill cranks too

sweat dripping
pool beckons
chores pushed aside
sound of waterfall
soothe the soul
sounds and solitude
mixed as one
splash the water
acting
kid again
hot again
need the cold
stop the heat
cool down
bring on the winter

other world
other side
dark winter now
sun hides
and seeks
cold rain
dreary day
spirits dampen
look for light
winter soltice
please come out
and play
wind blows
not nice
collar goes up
shoulders hunch down
soon be over
warm again
bring on summer
warm me up

Ponzi, Madoff, Stafford, Oh My!

2009-12-07T07:24:00.000-05:00

Friday, June 26, 2009

the list grows
ponzi
madoff
stafford
lived the style
many wish
they could do
same right now
at what cost
not robin hood
robbed from poor
give to them
king of cons
make believe

know not right
not to care
greed the fuel
sucker born
every minute
get out
before shoe drops
house of cards
must fall
king
wears no clothes

blind eye
who gets hurt
best intentions
not smart
wise ones fail
brag to others
biggest chumps
they laugh
gullible sheep
flock to slaughter
willingly

how why
they do it
know in heart
will fail
in time
prison calls
caught
convince themselves
its ok
biilions born
billions die
their name
in history
no benifit
for mankind
money money
do no harm
forgot golden rule

They Die In Three's

2009-12-07T07:22:00.000-05:00

Friday, June 26, 2009

why does it seem
famous ones
die in one
two three

michael
knew his abc's
six he started
world renown
moon walk
dance a thriller
what did happen
did they say
bad things done
in never neverland
be like elvis
the doctor say

talented angel
farrah poster
hair style
swimsuit
smile to dazzle
charlie said
get them girls
bosley you drive
time passes
acting better
burning bed
long time
big c
now no more

perfect sidekick
so many years
har har har
almost on cue
johnny is here
tonight after
night pitchman
ed better known
banana the 2nd
alpo and bud
sold them all
did that best
searching for stars
fall on neck
hard times here
time to go

famous they are
watch what they do
part of family
was their time
who is next

What is True Love

2009-12-07T07:20:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

something that touches
your heart
unknown
surprised
welcomed
words
framed in ways
shared emotions
looked at
different
moments
caring for one
another
soul mate
kindred spirits
locked in step
meant to be
forever
unknown
long time
scared
or scarred
willing to try
hand reaching
out for other
be there
for me
will give my
all
to be loved
once again

The Day The Earth Said Enough

2009-12-07T07:17:00.000-05:00

Thursday, July 2, 2009

pesticides
banned in USA
sell it elsewhere
it kills
don't tell

take the fish
empty the oceans
don't replenish
it kills
don't tell

make the smoke
burn the fuel
darken the sky
hard to breathe
it kills
don't tell

dump the garbage
taint the water
need to drink
thirst for all
it kills
don't tell

plastics made
miracle product
lives forever
won't go away
it kills
don't tell

down go forests
around the world
would clean the air
help us breathe
it kills
don't tell

animals once roamed
plentiful to see
millions crossed
the plains
now to see
only in zoo
it kills
don't tell

earth is tired
man the smartest
most evil
most destructive
all will die
earth will purge
start over
nothing for children
we have killed
please tell all
stop now

Terror In The Skies?

2009-12-07T07:15:00.000-05:00

Sunday, July 5, 2009

plane travel
safety first
pilots trained
many hours
mechanics
always working
inspections
galore
best way
safest way
to travel
fastest too

why do we yell
why do we cry
crashes happen
metal fails
pilot tires
tire blows
birds hit
engine fails
terror in the sky
300 plus die
hue and cry
how could it happen
size does matter
large group
all at once
you have
no control

people die
cars every day
every year
in the states
41,000 dead
a year
113 a day
no maintenance
bad tires
no brakes
cell phone
eating reading
tired
drinking
drunk
kids crying
fighting
change lanes
not looking
test taken
license given
on your own
your in control

which is safer
terror in the skies
or on the way
to the store

you decide

It's Just A Habit

2009-12-07T07:13:00.001-05:00

Thursday, September 10, 2009

do you ever
wonder
why we do
what we do

somethings taught
somethings learned

button up
your shirt
by buttoning
down

what pant leg
first
right than left

right sock
left sock
always
then shoes

cutting grass
turn right

turn TV on
favorite channel

radio on
push that button

order a drink
what will it be

favorite group
listen forever

makes you happy
makes you sad

do you ever
wonder
why you do
what you do

It's Only Rock and Roll, But I Like It!

2009-12-07T07:02:00.000-05:00

Thursday, July 9, 2009

rock and roll
what a time
to be at
the beginning
english invasion
fab four
hand holding

stones never
satisfied
byrds eight miles high
cream room is white
hermits by herman
paul revere
and his raiders
dave clark five
likes it like that
don't monkey
around valerie

animals house
was rising
sky pilots too
purple deep
water smoking
in the garden
of eden
hendrix
guitar on fire
joplin wailing

go go boots
watusi swim
line dance
beach boys
dream of california
and the good
vibrations
annette and frankie
itsy bitsy bikini
lust in little
boys heart
sand and surf

don't forget
motown
be a pip
michael plus four
tempations
papa was
rolling
supremes dinah
boxtops too
super fly
shaft is a bad
mouth shut
stevie was a
wonder

super tramp
breakfast
journey
to the center
chewy nugent
who
guess who
zepplin turns
a page
halen, tyler
rip and snort
you can see
too many to
mention

gimme shelter
walrus
at the beginning
and I like it

The Songwriters and Singers of Yesteryear

2009-12-07T06:59:00.000-05:00

Sunday, July 12, 2009

song meant alot
words crafted
told a story
feelings
tortured soul
sometimes happy
laid to rest
for all to hear

looks of singer
afterthought
compliment
the effort

wordsmiths
sometimes called
blessed
from within

eighty eight
keys
used by many
to write
the soul
of the verse
placement
perfect
rhyme for a reason
piano holds the keys
no limit

like carole king
james taylor
to name a few
their music
brings me back
to my happy place
or sometimes sad

the good music
will not die
newly discovered
by the young
following increases
what was good then
is good now

Mom, There Is Nothing On TV!

2009-12-07T06:58:00.000-05:00

Friday, July 17, 2009

when we were young
only five channels
we would cry
nothing is on

then they added
some more hard
to find
twisting the rabbit
nothing is on

then came cable
promise of much
all for you
fifty channels
nothing is on

buy this package
buy that package
movies galore
nothing is on

bring on the dish
big ones then
little ones
signal from space
soon we know
nothing is on

what do we turn
to when we
watch
shows from days
gone by
the shows we
watched
when we were young
when nothing was on

Say, Was That Lightning? Phfft!

2009-12-07T06:57:00.000-05:00

Sunday, July 19, 2009

storm clouds roll
darkness falls
sky flashing
nature active
once again

fireworks are here
way too close
powerful sight
war of worlds
striking buildings
maybe people
florida
lightning capital
wonder why
oops
duck and run
sitting target

goes on for
hours
so surreal
sky power
harness the energy
one after another
can strike
from distance
ten miles away
sometimes up
most times down

remember as child
sitting on porch
watch and marvel
nocturnal celebration
each one different
each one the same
scientific
explanation
need to wonder

deadly
on golf course
weather always fine
get the shot in
ignore danger

maybe grownup
childlike fascination
lights in the sky

Someone Believes

2009-12-07T06:55:00.000-05:00

Thursday, July 23, 2009

someone believes
hidden stars
walk among us
talent special
some do know
all along

appearances
deceiving
always gets chuckles
bad hair
funny dress
frumpy suit
cap backwards
too small
too young
too old

judges smirk
maybe laugh
poking fun
eyebrows raised
sideways glance
get it on
get it over with
snickers from
the crowd

singer starts
total surprise
quiet panelists
audience listens
caught up
in the moment
roar from crowd
standing ovation
could be the
winner

someone believes

RJ Hears A Who

2009-12-07T06:54:00.000-05:00

Thursday, July 23, 2009

just think
a moment
all we know
all we see
encompassing
much
unknown worlds
unknown universe
maybe more

what if it's
all a spec of
dust
things so vast
no comprehension
of it all

does it matter
what we say
what we learn
how we treat
one another

why so mean
why so cruel
why so nice
to one another

it all matters
you knew that
the flap of
a butterflies wings
can move the winds
around the world

it stirs
the imagination
brain hurts
thinking so hard
nature has cycles
why not this
expansion stops
come back together
start again
big bang
we are unique
not the best

be kind when
you can
do the right
thing because
it's the right
thing to do

a spec of dust
we call home
RJ hears a who

The Hardest Lesson Learned

2009-12-07T06:51:00.000-05:00

Men And Their Stuff

2009-12-07T06:49:00.000-05:00

Tuesday, July 28, 2009

man stuff
women wonder
what is it
needed for
what she wonders
explain
nuts bolts
wire wood

tools
more tools
never ending quest
he cries
hides in man cave
could be room
garage
basement
where he putters

what she wants
he can make
measure measure
saw saw
oops measure again

where is it
left over here
cleaned up said she
frustration
look lift under
time wasted
urge fading

yes it is messy
not like TV
all in place

doesn't know how
figure it out
put together
just right

waits for reaction
still waiting
sighs
job well done
acknowledged by one
inner self proud

back to tools
able to do
couldn't do without

man needs his stuff

Oh The Joy of Grass Cutting in The Florida Sun!

2009-12-07T06:48:00.000-05:00

Saturday, September 5, 2009

a trade off
from Chicago
never a snowflake
snow shovel
never to be seen
push out of snow

can't start
click click
dead battery
stranded again
frozen lock
key won't turn

move away
what could go wrong
land of sun
year round I'm told
no problem

sunny days
lots of rain
one can hear
the grass growing
miss a week
can't see your feet
grass gets tall
never stops
no problem

no problem said I
front yard the show piece
everyone sees
fun to do
no problem

each little section
cut away
lots of sections
sweat a little
edge and trim
maybe some bushes
looking good
sweating some more
no problem

front looking good
almost done
not quite
long side of the house
both to be done
wanted lots of land
no problem

sweating hard
getting hotter
big back yard
slopes down to the water
one huge big monster
yard to be done
no problem

pushing my mower
dreaming now
a riding mower
what a treat
wake up
keep cutting
shirt soaked
sweat in eyes
no problem

need water
looking at pool
can't stop yet
it calls me
getting closer
who can I get to finish
no one
no problem

finally done
it looks good
cut up some melon
honeydo this time
reward one's self
jump in pool
ahhh
never stop cutting
no problem

and time for a nap!

Don't Wait, Say It Now

2009-12-07T06:43:00.000-05:00

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

someone dies
people gather
some cry
some talk
some wonder
too soon
too late

much done
much to do
full of promise
promise unfullfilled
what happened
what went wrong

he she
never looked better
never liked
never loved
don't care
no longer

people talk
say nice things
very nice
wonderful
touching

to the point
say good things
now
don't wait
getting older
send a card
make a visit
let them know
you care

love
will miss
touched your life
don't let them miss
out on thoughts
you could
go first

Winter is Coming

2009-12-07T06:41:00.000-05:00

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

days getting shorter
nights getting longer
a bit of coolness
starts to drift
in from the night

kids back in school
sports scene
turns over
winter thoughts
come upon us

holidays rush to
meet us
swiftly changing
with the seasons

does age make
it faster
as time marches on

people stop grilling
beaches close
pools shut down
list of to do
things to be done
getting ready

coldness brings aches
months will be many
before it is sunny
darkness changes
moods
happiness is fleeting

somwhere it is warm
fun in the sun
life is a joy
but now the wind howls
cold fingers searching
looking for openings

places have snow
flakes are special
but not all at once
trudging through
upward and onward
getting through it all

but as the world turns
and changes
so do the seasons
and soon the warmth
will return again

but as one gets older
time crawls for the
good times to get here
and speeds up the bad

one day at a time
may be all we have left

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Night Time Skies

2009-12-07T06:37:00.000-05:00

Thursday, September 17, 2009

early morning rise
stepping outside
gather up the paper
glancing up
at the sky

not a cloud
to cover
the star studded
night
someone had mixed
a bucket of
sparkles and tossed
upward picturesque
against the black
ink of nothingness

like twinkling
christmas lights
some bright
others not
quite beautiful
thousands to see

what did the ancient ones
wonder as they sought
to reach and touch
beyond their grasp

always there
always changing
with the seasons
after all these
years still amazes
the beauty of nature

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All Alone, Not Really

2009-12-07T06:35:00.000-05:00

Monday, September 28, 2009

all alone
not really
trials and
tribulations
we all go
through

life will test
first and then
give the answers

seems unfair
what we go through
sometimes
the pains the hurt
only me only you

put up walls
to protect
don't keep out
only keep in

love hate
different degrees
can't tell one
from another
no scorecard
to show sides

what doesn't kill
makes stronger
but a thousand
cuts will do
the same

people around
the world
goes through
the same
not alone
different stories
same endings
omg me too

love car house
family interest
angst rejection
find someone
lose someone

all alone
not really

Friends Everywhere

2009-12-07T06:33:00.000-05:00

Friday, October 23, 2009

bloggers unite
seems strange
but true
all kinds
different problems
common
uncommon
people care

compassion from most
caring giving
welcomed by one
good to see
be part of
something special
unknowingly
many thoughts
channel to one

much good
can be done
thoughtful
protective
be in the shoes
of someone else
hope when it
is your turn

they will be there
for you

Invisible Man

2009-12-07T06:32:00.000-05:00

Sunday, October 25, 2009

there are days
a wake up call
things to be enjoyed
not going well

a self awareness
of ones self
outside looking in
as others see

female gender
casual encounter
being polite
no hint of
interest
ego takes hit
confidence ebbs

sometimes it
matters
can't shake it off
reaching the age
of invisibility

the feeling of alone
in a crowded room
this will pass
understood
not unique
in this feeling

but when senses
reel
perception is reality
down day will go away
bluster of salesman
will hide insecurity
once more
and understand
the invisible man

Thoughts of a Lifetime

2009-12-07T06:29:00.000-05:00

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

time marches on
chance to reflect
where did it go

building blocks
started
by others
path taken
not chosen by self

do as I say
not as I do
over and over
the early years

do not think
outside the box
stay in
the box
creativity not
rewarded
be like others

some are lucky
why unknown
most likely to
voted by

wrestle with life
finding one's way
not easy
why we do
what we do
random chance
find a skill
hey your good
good enough
it would seem

fruitful endeavor
make yourself happy

first

All Hail The Mighty Weed!

2009-12-07T06:24:00.000-05:00

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

Sunrise Sunset

2009-12-06T22:09:00.000-05:00

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

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Christmas Shopping

2009-12-06T22:02:00.000-05:00

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

time of year
shopping time
olden days
weather would put
one in the mood
days grow shorter
nights grow longer
had ideas
what to buy
look in wallet
fiances meager

thoughts flittered about
thinking what said
likes and dislikes
many to buy for
what to get

plenty of time
will get to it
shopping at the mall
shuddering at the thought
not man's forte
hunter not gatherer

pressure builds
must get done
how many days
until Christmas

oh my
last day
time gone
time wasted
off to shop
shelves are bare
must buy now
on the run
store to store
one for this one
one for that one
sweating now
clock is ticking
music in background
all a blur
dragging bags
doors close soon
one left to buy for
as see on TV
that will do
done

that wasn't bad
shopping done
six hours or less
that was fun

wrap the gifts?
oh no!

Death of a Lawnmower

2009-12-06T21:59:00.000-05:00

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

Finally, Is It, Cough, Time, To Stop Smoking

2009-12-06T11:08:00.000-05:00

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

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