a wonderful foggy morning

mists rising upward
blanket ones vision
what lies ahead

moisture on the face
feelings arise
what is out there
something I know

been there before
confident in past
wonders of future
better or worse

2 step forward
1 back
progress is
not a straight line

determination
needed in defeat
determination
13 letters
you counted

fog to rise
view ahead
clearer
never clearest

life is not
like that
count on
the butterfly
effect

embrace
the foggy
morning

Thunderstorm

billowing clouds
natures force
darkened vengeance
howling winds
sideways rain

flashes of night
crackling bolts
havoc reeked
earth
but a pawn

run for cover
warning given
destruction
awaits
for the
unbelievers

like
you
!

Sun and Moon

morning sun's rays
gently wipe darkness away
nature stretching
waking to a new day
pinkish hues bathe the skies
never ending colors
across the skies expanse
while the orb of night
reluctantly gives up its hold
as the governor of darkness
still full and bright
to soon disappear from sight
wildlife shrugs
it has seen it before
again again
forevermore

Awaken, once again

to awaken and lay
after hours of sleep
still so tired
legs almost lifeless
the drain of energy
aches and pains
an endless parade

like a light
left on to
drain the power
saps the will
to do
what has brought joy
I fear
nevermore

memories of youth
all to go by
freedom
to run like the wind
to revel
in happiness

life never forgets
a collection it keeps
payback will come
some sooner
some later

a visitor that stays
never to leave

so tired
of being
tired

Morning Mists

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

The Low Spark Of High-Heeled Boys

No, today it is not a poem by me but the words 

of Steve Winwood and Jim Capaldi

The music is haunting and the words mysterious.

I am putting the words here by themselves

because they are that good.

If you see something that looks like a star
And it's shooting up out of the ground
And your head is spinning from a loud guitar
And you just can't escape from the sound
Don't worry too much, it'll happen to you
We were children once, playing with toys
And the thing that you're hearing is only the sound of
The low spark of high-heeled boys

The percentage you're paying is too high priced
While you're living beyond all your means
And the man in the suit has just bought a new car 
From the profit he's made on your dreams
But today you just read that the man was shot dead 
By a gun that didn't make any noise
But it wasn't the bullet that laid him to rest was 
The low spark of high-heeled boys


If you had just a minute to breathe and they granted you one final wish
Would you ask for something like another chance?
Or something similar as this? Don't worry too much
It'll happen to you as sure as your sorrows are joys
And the thing that disturbs you is only the sound of 
The low spark of high-heeled boys

If I gave you everything that I owned and asked for nothing in return
Would you do the same for me as I would for you?
Or take me for a ride, and strip me of everything including my pride
But spirit is something that no one destroys
And the sound that I'm hearing is only the sound
The low spark of high-heeled boys

Does It Matter

Sunday, December 5, 2010

repost

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

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