Simple things make me happy

sometimes 

it doesn't take much

being alone

nothing pending

sitting

with a 

book in hand

playing 

old tunes

tickling the ears

soft breeze

caressing the face

feet up

relaxing

sun streaked skies

natures palette

sounds

of water

gently cascading

downward

four paws

come

closer

head scratch

looking

for tidbits

game of catch

sipping

the drink 

of the moment

eyes

grow heavy

close for a 

moment

smile

A touch of madness

whispers in the day
whispers in the night
has it started
will it start

the long journey
into darkness
the mental abyss
the lost touch of
reality

doubt sets in
clarity unsure
can it be
the mental curse
unfolds
to what end

the pit
the pendulum
the scourge
of the mind
waiting it's turn
unheard screams

The Letter

pen in hand
inkwell close
cursive script
gently flows
words and thoughts
from times before
thoughtfully written
poetic in sounds
emotions shown
love and passion
folded and placed
sealed in wax
long journey taken
time stands still
miles and months
may pass
response is wanted
letter in hand
gently opened
savour the moment
eyes take in
unbridled joy
power of the pen

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

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