The One Hundred Ninety Third, July 11, 2011

there is a hissing sound
not the sizzling of bacon
nor the crackle of static
but one softer than those

the sound of thirst sated
as rain soothes dry earth
easing plants sufferings
while renewing growth

but not soft this time
a hammering of nature
pounding the ground
driving the water deep

lightning flashes bright
flashbulbs freezing time
capturing the moments
like God's own paparazzi

thunder booms applause
long rolling ovations
cheering rain's triumph
the angel's in box seats

no faint little kiss is this
no gentle warm embrace
but hard and furious
battle waged not romance

and still the earth hisses
welcoming the deluge
opening arms to embrace
seeking solace in the flood

The One Hundred Ninety Second, July

what is that you are doing

asked the bright eyed child

looking at me curiously

as I pondered what to say

I am searching for a poem

seeking the words that fit

to express deep thoughts

or show the gentle feelings

the small face scrunches up

the child lost deep in thought 

a gentle shaking of the head

I don't think I understand

I am only playing a game

using words instead of balls

but it isn't very easy today

I think I am out of vowels

with further contemplation

the wisdom has arrived

don't worry so much he said

you can sometimes use a Y

The One Hundred Ninety First, July 9, 2011

there is a pleasure
in family reunions
seeing your past
looking at the future

seeing your face
twenty years ago
beside your face
twenty from now

generation mirrored
looking back in time
personalities pass on
hereditary confirmed

I see the beginning
ancestors living on
constantly reborn
in the children's faces

The One Hundred Ninetieth, July 8, 2011

isn't the internet grand?
hold the world in your hand
and with a smart phone
we are never alone
not even sitting in the can!

The One Hundred Eighty Ninth, July 7, 2011

days drifting past
a leisurely warp 6
just far too slow
yet already by us

how can something
be oh so sluggish
and lightning fast
at the same time?

tomorrow is so far
and today soon gone
is there any balance?
simply enough time?

we need to change
slow down today
never rush tomorrow
be in the now first

live in the moment
however it may be
not in the future
which may not come

The One Hundred Eighty Eighth, July 6, 2011

mine mine mine mine
gimme gimme gimme gimme
mine mine gimme gimme
gimme gimme mine mine

mine gimme mine gimme
gimme mine gimme mine
mine gimme gimme mine
gimme mine mine gimme

mine mine mine gimme
gimme gimme gimme mine
gimme mine gimme mine
mine mine mine mine

greed looks rather silly now, doesn't it?

The One Hundred Eighty Seventh, July 5, 2011

the world is filled with make believe
something we never really out grow
telling ourselves it is childish games
even as we seek our next big thrill

the games that excite us change
rules begin to shape the paths
though imagination is still the key
without which stagnation wins

they use words like grow up
or when will you act your age
seeking to steal away our happiness
because they have sold their own

dreams can be stolen from us
fragile shells shattered like crystal
dropped with savage cruel intent
and so they feel they have won

hold on to the memories though
cherish them in secret if needed
never stop pretending in your mind
for imagination keeps you free

The One Hundred Eighty Sixth, July 4, 2011

oh the pondering of deep deep thoughts
slowing the mind in sluggish confinement
bearing all of the attention on one concept
but still unable to decipher the secret code

perhaps it is not really meant to be resolved
but merely serves as an exercise for growth
a way to sharpen and direct the awareness
enabling us to better resolve the others

but yet there comes some anxiety from this
as the internal desires cry out for resolution
needing closure to satisfy the personal ego
unable to admit sometimes we just won't know

The One Hundred Eighty Fifth, July 03, 2011

Books: Rare, Medium, and Well Done


finding buried treasures
without using a shovel
a pile before me stands
discarded cast off relics

the dreams of yesterday
set aside to wait again
collecting on shelves
spilling over to the floor

the store sits sweltering
an oven in the summer
unseen by passers by
itself seemingly forgotten

onward into the furnace
chance the select few
called by the voices
of the forgotten dreams

whispers calling them
beacons in the darkness
drawing those who seek
until at last "eureka!"

The One Hundred Eighty Fourth, July 2, 2011

I enjoy the excitement
of being in a new place
of seeing all new sights
of not the same old things

moving through my mind
exciting all of my senses
new sounds dancing with me
scents floating to enfold me

every experience is new
like being born again
but aware of it this time
living a life filled with firsts

while this is so very special
it reminds me of my world
and how much I miss in it
that make it fresh each day

not homesickness you see
but rather understanding
that ever day is unique
if we simply look for it

The One Hundred Eighty Third, July 1, 2011

here we stand once more
stranded by our own deeds
looking out upon raging seas
waves threatening to engulf

how did we we end up here
losing our way amid dreams
following the wrong lights
believing the falsehoods

too late to try a swim for it
no ships are out there to help
it is only our perfect storm
we must face it on our own

it is time to stand tall
face forward and start
attack the waves head on
feel them on our ankles

accepting our responsibility
for the actions we have done
is the first step in honor
be honest with yourself

The One Hundred Eighty Second, June 30, 2011

I very much want to be happy
but education ruined my life
changing things forever
robbing me of my bliss

I can't enjoy television
I seek deeper meanings
critiquing the deliveries
questioning the motives

forget Hollywood too
I analyze every plot twist
seeing flaws that annoy me
where before all was good

I can't listen to people now
I wonder at their agenda
picking apart their words
looking for invalid arguments

thinking critically enlightens
but it deprives you as well
they say ignorance is bliss
then knowledge is sadness

The One Hundred Eighty First, June 29, 2011

politicians are but children
playing petty little games
I'm king of the mountain
pushing all others down

He said, she said games
did, didn't, did, didn't
you started it, no, you did
and no one really cares

just bullies and elitists
just trying to feel better
about their own failings
exposing petty weakness

please stop the bickering
grow up and act your age
except you that are too old
you can just go take a nap

The One Hundred Eightieth, June 28, 2011

looking at the plate
feeling rather sad
not the lunch I want
but this one isn't bad

diets really truly suck
removing the pleasure
depriving of the joy
stealing all my treasure

just simple and green
no great aromas lifting
even with dressing
it isn't very uplifting

wanting corn chips
salsa loaded with salt
with a flavor so good
making the heart halt

sometime I wonder why
live healthy live longer
eat a proper diet each day
make your heart stronger

but there comes a point
where the balance tips
and healthy gets a shove
as flavor passes the lips

who wants to live forever
if it is always so boring
sitting to your meals
and ending up snoring

I need something bad
fattening starches today
loaded with those carbs
it is not coming my way

The One Hundred Seventy Ninth, June 27, 2011

is it really asking too much
for someone to tell the truth
offer all the important details
regardless of any agendas?

let the people hear the facts
impartially presented please
for each to decide as they will
and not as you want them to

there are two sides of a coin
but not limited by only the two
remember the edge still counts
and that is how the coin rolls

The One Hundred Seventy Eighth, June 26, 2011

stil quiet moments settling the spirit
calling the mind to rest slow the pace
easing the tensions that restrict us
opening the pathways deep within

feeling the flow slow and drop deeper
settling in for a comforting visit
wondering where we will look today
exploring the whys that guide choices

if not for these expeditions into self
I do not know where I would be
for I find them to restore identity
realigning the who and where I am

time to sit and be nothing for now
tune out the world around me
dwelling in the me I want to know
the who that dwells within

the journey continues on....;.

The One Hundred Seventy Seventh, June 25, 2011

decisions weigh upon our lives
should I do that which I should
or do that which I want now
knowing how tomorrow waits

impatient for its own turn
chomping at the bit to run
not wanting residual tasks
wanting to have its own fun

I must procrastinate today
the procrastination I wanted
until tomorrow comes calling
in hopes of having time then

The One Hundred Seventy Sixth, June 24, 2011

pants not fitting today
feeling a bit too loose
waist sliding down
not trying to be fashionable

my belt is cinched tight
holds the pants in place
not wanting to trip again
how can they wear them so low????

The One hundred Seventy Fifth, June 23, 2011

Advice

offers of advice
will often go unheeded
not for being bad
but because they are not needed

take no offense
if it seems I ignore you
I am wrapped up
trying to seek my own little clue

I do not care
if no one listens to me
it is one sided
offered from just what I see

it isn't the words
that are the biggest part
but that we listen
with the ears of our heart

The One Hundred Seventy Fourth, June 22, 2011

who has the control
over who we truly are
over what we can think
over what we can say
over what we can feel
over who we feel for
over who is right
over who is wrong
over what is right
over what is wrong
over what we can believe
over how we believe
over should we believe
over how we should live?

only I will decide for me
who will decide for you?

The One Hundred Seventy Third, June 21, 2011

Turns in the Road

some change is good
some change is bad
some is just change
serving no purpose

rearrange the furniture
shake your head a bit
change it back again
and still not happy

no real need for some
the wheel works fine
but always improve
just look at the tire

but avoiding evolution
because of inner fear
not only restricts us
it can stagnate as well

stand steadfast in you
retaining the person
let the changes come
and know who you are

changes can often hurt
but they can also heal
opening new avenues
to find our inner peace

I shall strive to embrace
those changes I must
welcoming the growth
while praying for the best

the journey continues...

The One Hundred Seventy Second, June 20, 2011

You have what's yours
and I have whats mine
they say to each his own
and that suits me fine

and when it comes time
for each of us to share
I will gladly give of mine
for I don't really care

its only things after all
not really all that much
trinkets and baubles
pretty things and such

but others cannot see
they grasp on so tight
unwilling to let any go
and that just isn't right

it isn't for a purpose
to satisfy some need
perhaps not even selfish
blamed upon sheer greed

sometimes it is more
a case of inner fear
if I let go of it now
will it ever reappear?

perhaps it won't return
would that be so bad
you are at least alive
though feeling quite sad

so if it comes tomorrow
that its your time to give
remember this message
and how we should live

give what you have
to another in need
if it comes your turn
never ask for with greed

only what is needed
is all we should seek
not for too much
as to make others weak

there is enough for all
if we can just share
let's start with the basics
clean water and air

The One Hundred Seventy First, June 19, 2011

WORDS

we each hold within
the keys of magic
a source of power
mighty strong vast

power to do good
power to do evil
to make others strong
or to destroy them

misplace one sound
alter with a synonym
even reverse orders
meanings can change

perhaps unintentionally
being lost in translation
but sometimes intended
meant to confuse another

yet deep inside these
a simple plain meaning
that all should clearly see
I love you, Dad!

Happy Father's Day!

The One Hundred Seventieth, June 18, 2011

exhaustion holds me close
drawing me toward sleep
though the night is young
I am feeling so very old

it is the illusion effect
the double bladed truth
my age is not extreme
but more than I imagine

a day well spent in fun
felt like twenty years ago
the super man for hours
now too soon wears down

The bliss of being older
knowing the vast truths
the misery of it as well
in not being able to do

despite how it may feel
stiffness will soon fade
feeling better very soon
with the memories forever

it was indeed a good day!

The One Hundred Sixty Ninth, June 17, 2011

wouldn't it be wonderful
if we could just sort of fly
not into the clouds above
no need to go that high

but just above the roofs
to see our lives below
understanding the walls
seeing how far they go

we could find the path
a trail through the maze
leading to the outside
and all the future ways

only to see whats there
never to try and cross
going too far too soon
could lead to tragic loss

perhaps its best we can't
and must continue blind
stumbling along the path
not sure what we will find

I will not put on the wings
and will stay down here
living it all day by day
stepping forward, no fear

a branching in the road of my life

The One Hundred Sixty Eighth, June 16, 2011

fluid flows of words
dancing from the tongue
faling like gentle drops
drops of sweet rain

enveloping the senses
saturation for the mind
bathing the ears with joy
offering visions of wonder

finding personal pleasures
in the decadent delights
of those magical sounds
the wonder of poetry

The One Hundred Sixty Seventh, June 15, 2011

a lead weight rests
in the center of my chest
dragging me down
oppressing and draining

my spirit grows weak
hollow and empty
drained of my joy
punished for feeling

I have done nothing
committed no crime
yet feel guilty inside
in need of redemption

but it was only ONE donut!!!

The One Hundred Sixty Sixth, June 14, 2011

you say we disagree
we are too far apart
we will never agree
forget compromise

I also say we disagree
so we are in agreement
juxtaposition rising
compromise is near

but how can this be
can we close the gulf
finding common ground
without one's surrender?

hold out your hand
I will hold out mine
where our fingers touch
is where we begin

The One Hundred Sixty Fifth, June 13, 2011

its all down hill from here
thats a good thing they say
it means its getting easier
so downhill is what we want

right?..... RIGHT?
now I am really confused

once the bottom fell last week
on the whole real estate market
it was all downhill from there
was really NOT a good thing

please make up my mind!

The One Hundred Sixty Fourth, June 12, 2011

innovation
experimentation
exploring new avenues
finding something
new to me

so much new
others know well
yet undiscovered by me
old becomes new
life is fun

share yours
the things you like
with those around you
let them discover
and we grow

a new day
a new experience
moving outside my zone
a great beginning
happiness!

The One Hundred Sixty Third, June 11, 2011

it is not easy to be profound
at the drop of a figurative hat

it is not easy to find creativity
with the turning of each stone

it is not easy to express unique
day after day after day after day

I know this very well indeed
because I cannot do it very well

perseverance and dedication
rising to my personal challenge

growing more within myself
finding my limits and pushing

extending my boundaries
finding new wonders beyond

becoming a bit more each time
is an educational experience

it is also rather tiring... nap time

The One Hundred Sixty Second, June 10, 2011

the road has continued on
up some long twisting hills
through some dark valleys
heavy cold rains have fallen

I have not

dreams have faded before me
hopes have turned into mists
tattered by life's harsh storms
have been scattered by the winds

I have not

the road continues to reach out
still only one step at a time
still only one direction to take
always forward into the unknown

I continue my journey

The One Hundred Sixty First, June 9, 2011

today the well seems to be dry
nothing more coming up now
the old bucket looks so empty
can't even hear Timmy yell

only a breeze rustling grass
a few loud birds chirping too
no calls for help echoing up
not even that yapping Lassie

guess I will go back home
without tapping the well
open my dear fridge instead
and drink a nice cold beer

never liked that old well anyway...

The One Hundred Sixtieth, June 8, 2011

I am sorry to say
I don't understand
explain if you can
how is it a good thing?

you feel government
should be run how?
like a business, you say
interesting concept

may I ask a question?
as you look around you
and see your neighbors
please think long on this:

do you really like the way businesses treat their employees????

The One Hundred Fifty Ninth, June 7, 2011

yes, I heard what you said

I just did not respond to it

it begs I ask the question

did you hear what you said?

The One Hundred Fifty Eighth, June 06, 2011

you know... life happens
sometimes its a good thing
other times not so much
but yet it keeps happening
sometimes everything is clear
other times you just can't see
prepared for it or not
it is there until it isn't
thats what makes us real confused

The One Hundred Fifty Seventh, June 5, 2011

my back hurts

my feet hurt

I have a sunburn

I feel wonderful

stiff muscles 

stiff joints 

too tired

feeling energized

tears of sadness

tears of loss

tears of joy

I love Relay!

Thanks to the team for another great year!

Thanks to the city of Troy for hosting us again!

Thanks to the committee for the hard work!

Most of all, thanks to those that gave; time, money, prayers and support!

The One Hundred Fifty Sixth, June 4, 2011

some days hold more meaning
as a collection of events come
call it alignment of the stars
or simply a good day to happen

this date is one of those to me
holding several keys of my past
that are important to only myself
providing my private little smile

so if you see a twitch of my lip
a small curling up at the corners
and you wonder at my thoughts
keep wondering, I'll not share

today I walk with my memories
some happy others not so much
but each a part of my life now
all precious for me on this day

I leave you now with this thought
nothing should be more important
than living the life you are given
as completely as each day permits

make each day a fond memory
worthy of personal small smiles
remembering to be true always
to the person you are inside... and smile!

The One Hundred Fifty Fifth, June 3, 2011

dedication to a cause
calling the spirit on
it is time to stand up
this is a call to arms

we forget our pains
as they soon fade
we remember theirs
a pain that does not

for those that suffer
we suffer as well
without sacrifice
understanding fails

I pray to never know
I pray no more will
I pray this dies a death
worthy of its crimes

tomorrow I will walk
seeking to find a cure
for all those in need
may it ease their pain

This is why I Relay, family, friends, loved ones passed away, may their memory inspire me and keep me going until the cure is found.
DAMN YOU TO HELL CANCER!!!!!!

The One Hundred Fifty Fourth, June 2, 2011

my heart is warmed
because you are there
my days are brighter
for having you in them

there are no words
to describe properly
what friend means
when you are involved

you have my friendship
my love and affection
and my gratitude as well
for calling me your friend

The One Hundred Fifty Third, June 1, 2011

better living through chemistry
improving the world we live in
through one tiny pill at a time
happiness, thy color is ______

The One Hundred Fifty Second, May 31, 2011

oh the rambling drone
drawing my thoughts
leading them astray
kidnapping my reason

a wordless conversation
my ears stopped transfer
I hear nothing but a buzz
I fear my brain is melting

time passes like cold tar
I feel myself growing older
and still the noise remains
my mind has left me

and it isn't campaign seasons yet

The One Hundred Fifty First, May 30, 2011

remember them this day
giving thanks to them all
let none live yet forgotten
repay them their sacrifices

give back of your freedom
sacrifice of your time
reach out, say thank you
be worthy of their pains

remember that the fallen
are not only on the field
but fallen from society
homeless on the streets

tucked away in hospitals
carelessly overlooked
out of sight and mind
remember them as well

too all those that fought
not for rhetoric party lines
but for freedoms held dear
my gratitude is yours

may I always remember to say thanks

The One Hundred Fiftieth, May 29, 2011

roast the grains
crack the grains
soak the grains
drain the grains

heat the water
pour the water
stir the water
change the water

drain the wort
boil the wort
chill the wort
ferment the wort

enjoy the beer!

The One Hundred Forty Ninth, May 28, 2011

sleep, how cruel you are!
either too nice to end
or too hard to find
either way you torment

as for a lover long lost
I cry out for your embrace
desperate to hold you
as the day draws closed

elusive, temperamental
even evasive at times
yet I seek you daily
to ease my weariness

when at last I find you
you can be so gentle
soft and sweet comfort
bringing great happiness

you can be so cruel
with haunting visions
dancing in my mind
torturing for my sins

in the end casting me away
discarding me as spent
into the harsh coldness
of reality once more

I am addicted to you
though you spurn me so
leaving me confused
dazed, seeking clarity

I miss you too often
once you have left me
wishing only your return
but I must wait for you

I am helplessly yours
a toy for your whims
I feel shamed by my need
yet I will always return

sleep, how cruel you are!

The One Hundred Forty Eighth, May 27, 2011

I am lost once more
wandering aimlessly
seeking a hint of logic
seeing nothing close

too focused on today
to hold on to dreams
nothing else matters
instant gratification

feed the need of now
satisfy personal greed
only priority that counts
until it becomes too late

lost moments stay lost
hopes cast aside fade
tomorrow will come
and find us empty

but we had a good time today.....

The One Hundred Forty Seventh, May 26, 2011

I had a dream
a wonderful dream
everything made sense
then I woke up and was here

so much for that one

The One Hundred Forty Sixth, May 25, 2011

a kiss
gently falls upon my cheek
small chilled wet
a kiss from God
it touches the ground
a flower grows
it brushes a child's face
dancing in puddles begins
the gift of life
held in each drop
the world lives on
life continually renewed with
a kiss

The One Hundred Forty Fifth, May 24, 2011

have I told you lately 

I love and adore you

that you fill my life

with sweet happiness?

have I mentioned to you

the warmth I feel inside

each time you smile

or give me a big hug?

do you know inside

I think you are sweet

wanting to be beside you

and hold your hand?

did I tell you lately

that I am thrilled by you

and cannot imagine 

you not in my life?

Yes, but never often enough....

The One Hundred Forty Fourth, May 23, 2011

I strongly require a nap!
the secret to success
comes from being happy
and that comes from a nap

recharging the energies
clearing the cobwebs
reclaiming the peace
just what the day needs

do not tell the boss
maybe close my door
like my eyes are now
hope that I don't snore.

the One Hundred Forty Third, May 22, 2011

TAINTED

The end is near
the end has past
where are we now?

was I left behind
not meet the minimum
inferior or tainted

or was the mouth
calling the claim
unfit to speak?

I am relieved
glad to still be here
I like my life

so I missed the boat
it seems so did he
the second time

I am glad I am still me... are you?

The One Hundred Forty Second, May 21, 2011

Today was the day
that the world was to end
So I grabbed my cash
and went out to spend

no need for tomorrow
it won't come anyway
so time to have fun
living just for today!

that's when I realized
I have what I need
to enjoy this "last day"
more would be greed

if I don't make the cut
for life's second round
I will be content anyway
at home I'll be found

and so if you stay too
and you are feeling alone
you know what to do
just pick up the phone

come over to visit
and stay for a while
after all, if its over
we could all use a smile

See you tomorrow..... or not!

The One Hundred Forty First, May 20, 2011

in my car, I am king
this is my world
I alone am in control
you are unimportant
you do not count
you are not even in my world
I drive
changing lanes because I can
you must move
this is my road
you do not exists
answer a call
conversation is all that matters
there is no traffic
this is my world
speed limits are for others
they do not apply to me
horn honks
my finger raises in salute
this is MY road
you need to stay home
radio plays my favorite song
I need to dance
drifting across lanes
I can
it is my world
you need to move
only I matter
red lights flash
I stop
what did I do wrong, Officer?
clueless and self absorbed
the hell of traffic

The One Hundred Fortieth, May 19, 2011

I stopped to smell a flower today
the fragrance lightly floating by
subtly captured my attention
drawing me irresistibly toward it

mind numbed by its presence
to the worries of the day ahead
settling into a simpler place
a world of peace and comfort

such a small thing as a flower
a brief moment spent enjoying
the memory my companion
through the rest of the day

too often I pass flowers by
thinking of sneezes if at all
far to rare are these moments
time I slowed down once more

tomorrow I need to stop and smell a flower......

The One Hundred Thirty Ninth, May 18, 2011

today I said goodbye
to my friend Errol
though only a bird
he was still family

he came as a gift
stayed for a while
almost 12 years
I miss him already

the wind is yours
at last you can soar
fly free, dear Errol
as freely as my tears

The One Hundred Thirty Eighth, May 17, 2011

why do we laugh
what makes us smile
how can we hold it
and share it with all

the world needs it
a laugh and smile
to chase away hate
and wrap us in love

a Coke won't do it

The One Hundred Thirty Seventh, May 16, 2011

can we truly excuse
deliberate ignorance
or abusive bickering
as acceptable today?

you say, I say, they say
too many words said
not enough heard
and even less done

time means very little
the status quo remains
keep sliding down hill
let tomorrow find hope

you can feel no blame
for actions left undone
as long as you claim
it was only their fault

I say end the excuses
place the fault at home
with us for we reelect you
there is the true ignorance

The One Hundred Thirty Sixth, May 15, 2011

Sunday

sedate
unhurried
narcissistic
decadent
altruistic
yede

The One Hundred Thirty Fifth, May 14, 2011

Gray heavy oppressive
from sky to earth, filled
a burden pressing down
draining away happiness

rain drifts lightly to earth
kissing the grass hello
quenching their thirst
as they wait on the sun

it is from this gray day
comes the joy of flowers
birds washing loudly
happiness abounds

I only needed to change my perspective....

The One Hundred Thirty Fourth, May 13, 2011

lost thoughts drift
technical difficulties
thoughts expressed
technical difficulties

yesterday is missing
technical difficulties
created and eaten
technical difficulties

hope it will return
technical difficulties
I feel I lost part of me
technical difficulties......

The One Hundred Thirty Third, May 12, 2011

wandering in my mind
looking at the scenery
feeling a bit confused
where did that come from?

collections of things
boxes of old dreams
trunks of past ideas
mind filled with clutter

these are who I am
pieces that make me
when all put together
to complete the puzzle

none will be cast off
even though I try
they cannot leave me
these are who I am

wandering in my mind
admiring the scenery
feeling rather proud
understanding who I am

The One Hundred Thirty Second, May 11, 2011

silence

long
cold
drawn
oppressive
heavy
contemplative
thoughtful
deep
warm
tender
soft
gentle

needed

The One Hundred Thirty First, May 10, 2011

we often confuse
worry for thought
deluding ourselves
they are the same

we worry too often
think not enough
troubles grow larger
hope drains away

time to face reality
admit when it fails
stop needless worry
force deeper thought

worry makes haste
faster and faster we go
desperate for answers
which slip farther away

thinking helps us to slow
creating a calmer mind
answers are more stable
solutions can be found

it is time I remember this
breathing deep and slow
letting true thought rise
leaving worry behind

The One Hundred Thirtieth, May 09, 2011

I do not see what you see
I do not hear what you hear
I have traveled my own path
and you have been on yours

we know different worlds
as we stand side by side
watching the same events
seeing distinct phenomenon

perhaps similar enough
that we can recognize them
perhaps so uniquely altered
as to be a from a new world

how can one ask another
to blindly be like themselves
without altering the vision
and limiting the wonder?

imagine how dull it would be
if there was only one vision
if there was only one sound
if there was only one truth

I am not you, you are not me
this is why living matters
to create our own worlds
and live the lives we are given

Be unique, be original, be who you are

The One Hundred Twenty Ninth, May 08, 2011

Mother


unconditional
from first breath beyond our last,
Mom, the name of love

The One Hundred Twenty Eighth, May 07, 2011

oh glorious day
sun warms hearts
filled with pride
new chapter begins

lines of faces waiting
expectation clear
long awaited day
graduates cheer

family and friends
all overjoyed
till tears leak out
so emotionally full

another Spring graduation!

The One Hundred Twenty Seventh, May 06, 2011

Ode to National Home Brew Day, May 7, 2011:


brew, brew,brew
drink, drink, drink
on the same day
makes me think

everyone brewing
throughout the land
welcoming the new
lending a hand

share the lessons
that you have learned
passing on skills
that you have earned

Beer! It's what's cooking!

The One Hundred Twenty Sixth, May 05, 2011

greed and avarice
destroying culture
as they always have
it is being civilized

the only way to grow
is buy what you see
wanting so much
yet needing so little

we have it wrong
looking at things
we are backwards
trying to buy success

be happy and love
be loved in return
and you have worth
greed cannot touch

capitalism doesn't get you everything

The One Hundred Twenty Fifth, May 04, 2011

seasons change
as time goes by
spring to summer
fall to winter

this we know
and understand
but not like this
changing by day

spring to summer
back to spring
back to summer
please make up my mind!

The One Hundred Twenty Fourth, May 3, 2011

so many miles between
and still they are so close
as the heart holds near

family so far from home
or new relationships
distance has dwindled

friendships seem to form
locations meaning little
mutual thoughts mingle

common interests shared
universal thoughts mixing
unity in spite of separation

the joyous side of tech
reaching so far so fast
touching other cultures

but forget the names
of those living next door
that we see every day

what a strange world

The One Hundred Twenty Third, May 02, 2011

brain is racing
marathon of thought

unable to slow
random and chaotic

frantic chasing
seeking resolutions

unable to focus
caroming relentlessly

need to breathe
restoring a balance

day is too young
to be so busy so soon

breathe not gasp
calm finally coming

clearing thoughts
and now to face the day

The One Hundred Twenty Second, May 1, 2011

morning has indeed broken
many thousands of pieces
now laying on the ground
myriad puddles collecting

no glittering diamonds yet
as gray remains the sky
grasses sing drunkenly
from over indulgence

trees sway in tipsy glee
all the thirsts are sated
the air is freshly washed
as flowers dance merrily

The One Hundred Twenty First, Apr. 30, 2011

Oh, Knowledge!
you have cursed me!!
I now know nothing
but am aware of it

gone the chances
of ignorant bliss
as my mind opens
thoughts coming to life

I must now think
evaluating my world
seeking understanding
which will not come

there is too much left
that I will never know
thanks to you however
I must keep searching

The One Hundred Twentieth, Apr. 29, 2011

reality dances
through illusions
altering the dream
shaking the truth

can dreams live
in the cold world
of truth disclosed?
is there any truth?

I see your vision
what you call true
and feel my doubts
I don't trust you

I hear your words
trying to change
the world I know
I will not allow it

these dreams are mine
you have no power
you cannot change them
as you cannot change me

go back to your world
the reality you need
and leave me in mine
a place I call home

The One Hundred Nineteenth, Apr. 28, 2011

"who are you?"

I am a person

I have thoughts

I have emotions

"who are you?"

I am like you

I seek answers

I live with hope

"who are you?"

Why do you ask?

The One Hundred Eighteenth, Apr. 27, 2011

seduction
of the mind
of the body
of the heart

calling one away
off to new paths
not always safe
never as promised

so sweet the words
beguiling the ear
listen not to them
but hear your heart

politicians seek you
wooing with taint
to convince you
that they really care

seduction
tainting the truth
poisoning minds
promising lies

The One Hundred Seventeenth, Apr. 26, 2011

I was contemplating a rant
and decided that I can't
there is no edge in me today
instead I guess its time to play

the sun is shining for a while
it's enough to make me smile
spend the evening being lazy
until more rain makes me crazy

wind is blowing strong indeed
gusting with some intense speed
then falls off and not so bold
at least this time it isn't cold

The One Hundred Sixteenth, Apr. 25, 2011

why do we let the warmth fade
taken from us while we watch
seemingly unable to resist it
even though it is ours to have?

too often I have felt cooling
knowing it was not my own
another draining my happiness
as if to feed their own gloom

I know not how to stop this
but still I try to just the same
knowing it is my duty to stand
and hold on to what I have

happiness is far too precious
to let slip freely from my day
so I will smile and grab hold
and not let any take it from me

The One Hundred Fifteenth, Apr. 24, 2011

time away from home
spent doing little things
hanging with the family
seeing places missed

relaxation and hugs
warm smiles shared
stories from that youth
so often misremembered

all things considered
it is time well spent
and a pleasure certainly
but still no place like home

The One Hundred Fourteenth, Apr. 23, 2011

hushed bell tones
whispering softly
on gentle breeze
a wind chime day

sunlight glowing
on still wet grass
diamonds dancing
as blades sway

chorus of voices
birds joyfully sing
celebrating change
welcome back, Spring

the One Hundred Thirteenth, Apr. 22, 2011

relax and enjoy
let the mind rest
savor the quiet
feel the peace

no need to rush
take your time
today can be slow
its OK to breathe

The One Hundred Twelfth, Apr. 21, 2011

does repetition lessen value
can redundancy reduce worth
does it just become routine
and lose all personal meaning?

will saying "I'm sorry" every day
make the words seem less true
or cause you to doubt them
and think me to be insincere?

could "I love you" a million times
make the other heart grow colder
filling with disbelief and doubt
until the warmth fades into chill?

there is a great power in words
that never fades with wear
but the power can easily be stolen
when used without the heart

say the words you feel inside you
mean them every time you speak
and their power will not weaken
remaining as true as your heart

The One Hundred Eleventh, Apr. 20, 2011

too much to do
too little time
procrastination
not my friend

*sigh*

The One Hundred Tenth, Apr. 19, 2011

so here is an idea
why not write haiku?

thank you, not today
it is not what I do

simple canons to follow
still too hard for me

free form flowing
no pattern needed

dumping thoughts
rules left unheeded

its how I roll...

The One Hundred Ninth, Apr. 18, 2011

conversation with a ghost
whisper kissing the mind
creating never a sound
every word heard clearly

images dance in the mind
vivid clarity on pale gauze
there superimposed on here
two realities cohabitating

is sanity lost or found
when otherside merges
edges blurring with this
becoming the impossible

conversation with a ghost
recollection of dreams past
reminding of hopes distant
yet still not lost forever

conversation with a ghost
reminding of the who I am
hinting to the who I wish
showing room to grow

and so the journey continues
moving forward once again
renewed in the endeavor by a
conversation with a ghost

The One Hundred Eighth, Apr. 17, 2011

isn't technology
a wonderful thing?
you sit in the library
and hear a phone ring!

no place is private
in this world any more
hearing half conversations
in checkout lines at the store

surfing the web
reading emails too
its amazing how many
rude things we can do!

I like to be quiet
to be out of touch
to be alone a while
its not asking that much

I do love my web
being online all day
but still there are times
when I need to slip away

out of the loop
and off of the chart
my own quiet solitude
bringing peace to my heart

so I take my tea
settle back down
to my secluded world
but I will see you around!

The One Hundred Seventh, Apr. 16, 2011

yes, it has indeed been a bad week
I have been poked and prodded
and have been stabbed in the cheek

have not able to chew very well
lost a tooth and too many pounds
welcome to my own special hell

no room for any focus left today
feeling beaten and worn out
quite ready for this one to just go away

The One Hundred Sixth, Apr. 15, 2011

I close my eyes
I do not see you
I close my ears
I do not hear you

I close my heart
I do not feel you
I close my mind
you are not there

my life is full
I am happy now
no more ugliness
only conformity

eyes need closed
so there is no color
no false brightness
nor distractions

ears are better closed
no need for music
no poetry of songs
to soothe the mind

my heart holds enough
no need for any more
overrated feelings
altering my balance

mind needs closed
lest impure thoughts
find their way in
and make me think

you are different
and therefore wrong
you threaten my way
and so you must go

complacent contentment
my own status quo
I want no changes
so I close you out

this is my world
you have no place
you encroach on me
altering my gray

you are too different
you must be evil
you are not like me
you must be wrong

watch the world turn
enjoy the colors
step outside your walls
realize shallow is least

The One Hundred Fifth, Apr. 14, 2011

fly
light as a feather
soaring on winds unknown before
free

new
beginning the next
stepping forward with steady tread
next

life
altered by events
time to end the repetitious cycle
change

now
already different
too late to consider the options
move

grow
accept the path
write a new chapter in the story
live

The One Hundred Fourth, Apr. 13, 2011

infection runs rampant
stopping rational thought
leaving me with nothing
a bad day for thinking

apologies given for this
nothing comes to mind
only want more sleep
I will try again tomorrow

The One Hundred Third, Apr. 12, 2011

it would be funny
if it weren't so sad
to see the situation
grow so out of hand

peace is negotiated
by military regimes
with mercenaries
fighting on a side

questions abound
of this legitimacy
as any impartiality
seems impossible

was this just a ploy
to cast negative light
with propaganda
rather than truth?

Can there really be any doubt?

The One Hundred Second, Apr. 11, 2011

red eyes watering
a burning itch
want to scratch
unquenchable fire

feeling like sand
poured slowly
driving slowly mad
with irritation

fire spreads
nose hot too
wiping too hard
but still it runs

sneezes explode
hurricane force
rattling brains
adding misery

precious spring
time of renewal
flowers blooming
birds singing

such beauty
so vibrant
so allergic
Zyrtec needed

The One Hundred First, Apr. 10, 2011

time eternal

moment fleeting

past unchangeable

tomorrow untouchable

live in the now

be in the instant

know each breath

fir this is all we have

understand priorities

know they are flexible

some are always higher

never put them off too long

life is not eternal

tomorrow uncertain

share the life you have

for it is your greatest gift

enjoy each breath

taste the flavor of life

spice it well with variety

sweeten it daily with love

hold on to dreams

hold on to memories

hold on to loved ones

hold on to individuality

do not regret

but give thanks

for every lesson

even those with pain

and thank those

that made you you

into the person you are

Thank you Mom and Dad

not said enough

not truly understood

but you guided my steps

and helped me find my way

I love you both, and I can never say that enough.

The ONE HUNDREDTH, Apr. 9, 2011

Preface: One hundred .... I am surprised I have not only kept at it but that I have managed to find things to write on. A century today and its waiting for your reading pleasure. A special thanks to all of you that stop by to share my little madness. #100 is ready! Have a great day!


I sometimes sit alone and sing
it doesn't matter what song
it is the act of singing alone
that lifts my spirits higher

emotions ride upon the lyrics
drifting around and through me
creating dualities of sensations
juxtapositions of harmonies

singing for myself alone
brings me personal pleasure
happy in the expression
of thoughts through music

other feelings come as well
from the words themselves
two sensations at one time
thrilling my perception

powerful lyrics stir the spirit
amplified by the very joy
given in setting the words free
and the effect deeply moves

today I sought inspiration
as I sang some old favorites
and instead found comfort
in being with familiar friends

motivational works lifted
brought chills to my skin
and hope to my heart
too much energy to sit still

though I may sound flat
happily singing off key
the magic keeps working
and my spirit soars free

there was such a need for me
in my struggle to wake today
gray drab skies pressing in
leeching away hopes of elation

and so I turned to my music
those faithful friends of mine
and shared with them my day
disproving the old theory

you really can pick yourself up!!

The Ninety Ninth, Apr. 8, 2011

a thousand soft cool kisses
lightly caressing heated skin
soothing the fever burning
with welcomed tenderness

anticipation grows slowly
minutes seeming to be days
and days are forever long
as winter ruled the land

today the rule has changed
spring is claiming power
temporary illnesses abound
spring fever is epidemic

morning rain lightly falls
suffering souls congregate
feeling the morning rain
as it soothes the fevers

temporary malady fades
the masses improving
until the 3:00 pm cure
its home opener in the D.

The Ninety Eighth, Apr. 7, 2011

once upon a time, far far away
as those stories all like to start
there were very heated debates
as all sides sought resolutions

these days that seems to be past
collective bargaining an expense
no real value in solving conflict
bargain like Washington instead

no compromising on principles
no matter how self serving
claim stubbornness the cause
and blame the other side for it

small separations don't exist
everything becomes a major issue
do not give in to pressures
remain firm no matter how silly

once upon a time, closer to home
common sense will return to us
and partisan obduracy vanish
true compromises to find again

The Ninety Seventh, Apr. 6, 2011

Kites sitting on the wind
wishing something more
wanting to dance and run
you can see it in their eyes

how like the spirit they are
held in check by a string
held in a firm strong hand
not letting go control

the string of authority
seeming to restrain us
we feel it holds us back
but it only helps us soar

the hand that holds us
leads and guides us
leads us to that place
and we sit on the wind

The Ninety Sixth, Apr. 5, 2011

abstract thinking again
wondering why ducks
no idea why ducks
just ducks are there

random bits of nothing
like flies getting stuck
ideas cling to the strip
forming no coherency

distracted by shiny
glitter holds attention
can't focus on anything
scattered images float

it is like having a fever
shifting constant flux
nothing lasts forever
somethings not at all

lost in my own mind
while never moving
looking at the colors
concentration impossible

another day of wonder
seeking a child's awe
finding the beauty
never looking beyond

time now to focus in
on being responsible
and wake up to reality
such a sudden change

The Ninety Fifth, Apr. 4, 2011

a random act of kindness
a smile given just because
a tiny bit of nothing to us
can change their world

their story cannot be known
with just a fleeting glance
assuming from an image
never bothering to care

a simple thank you given
often catching by surprise
delivers a sense of gratitude
making another's life happier

Thank you for YOUR random acts

The Ninety Fourth, Apr. 3, 2011

today I saw some blue
dancing across the sky
spinning and twirling
a tango with the clouds

today the dance is over
the blue has left the sky
and gray controls all
the only blue is mood

it is hard to feel joy
or thrill about the day
with cold and dark
the atmosphere I see

I miss the spring
that teased so shortly
I know it went away
I watched geese fly south.....