Baby I'm Amazed

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

All Hail The Mighty Weed

repost

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

War, what is it good for?

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

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

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

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

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!

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

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

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