The Sixty Fourth, Mar. 5, 2011

oil dances on water
separate and above
never blending in
would it be elitist?

how different we
looking at the world
feeling above it
the masters of all?

what drives humanity
to believe we rule
over all the others
that call Earth home?

elitist species: human
control by domination
subjugation, intimidation
even our own kind

control through fear
bully and overpower
never having enough
always seeking more

seeking to be gods
believing we are
all the world a toy
meant for our ease

how hard we fight
to gain upper hand
never having enough
harmony lost in greed

we are like that oil
dancing on the top
never understanding
we can't stand alone

nurture the water
on which you dance
earn its support
by giving yours

we should live together
with the life around us
together in harmony
or find extinction alone

The Sixty Third, Mar. 4, 2011

I have nothing to write
I have nothing to say
sometimes a morning
just happens that way

still too tired to think
too asleep yet to care
finding no wisdom
or insight to share

maybe I'm broken
with creativity lost
given away too freely
never minding cost

but no, not faulty
I am still working well
at least in most areas
from what I can tell

I am just slow to stir
simply taking my ease
letting the mind wander
drifting where it please

I know I will wake
and return to my rants
calling for awareness
firing people's pants

until then, let me drift
once more into my fog
living a mental lifestyle
like my hero, my dog.

The Sixty Second, Mar. 3, 2011

Silence weighs heavy
on the seeking mind
searching for answers
we may never find

truth hides very well
within shadowed depths
avoiding observation
hushing all its steps

Many claim to seek it
yet few press it hard
surrendering the chase
clutching but a shard

more needs to be found
captured for display
revealing hidden goals
before they get away

perhaps one called friend
revealing what they lack
as light reveals knife
moving toward your back

truth however hidden
is never truly gone
knowing we may find it
helps us to carry on

So if you find a truth
lying about somewhere
shine a light upon it
for all the rest to share

and soon with hope
all truths can be revealed
no more secret deals
will be left concealed

The Sixty First, Mar. 2, 2011

Sunshine and warm balmy breezes
are not in store for me yet today
but I will not give up the hope
that they will soon come my way

the arrival of spring draws nearer
with every single day that passes
soon there will be flowers blooming
and we will be cutting the grasses

with each day earth's life renewed
morning breezes with a warm touch
bring the scents of renewed growth
the time of year I love so much

The Sixtieth, Mar. 1, 2011

Stand firm on the left
raise your clenched fists
shout against the the right
knowing they are insane

Stand firm on the right
raise your voices and shout
call out those on the left
knowing they are insane

I stand in the middle
I raise my hands to the sky
I shake my head in shame
knowing you both are insane

Come join me, middle ground!
Stand up and be heard
it is our voice that must rise
to drown out the madness

Africa is now awakening
changes desperately needed
people claiming rights
the cradle of life once more

watch closely these people
oh developed world
feel the ground shake
as a new ideology blooms

a sweeping is coming
no carpets to hide under
every where will feel it
humanity tires of corruption

sit down on the left
sit on your hands for now
close your mouth finally
take time to listen

sit down on the right
clasp hands in your laps
make certain ears are open
hear the cries of the world

stand up with me in the middle
help wake the sleeping minds
call for accounting of power
be a vocal majority

Wake up and smell the future.

The Fifty Ninth, Feb. 28, 2011

Anxiety and stress are thieves
stealing us from ourselves
twisting the person out of shape
creating something unclean

hatred springs from fear
a man made condition
created to provide power
over those being controlled

suppression of free will
dominate and subvert
turning the beliefs around
to serve the basest needs

what gains can these have?
what good this greed
serving self at such cost?

we are united in this life
one species out in space
hurtling along on a rock
rinding it till the end

each man is our brother
each woman our sister
all part of one family
like it or not, we're blood

share with your family
open your heart to all
inside you will find truth
you are not better at all

it is time we stop the cycle
of putting down others
in attempts to feel better
about the disaster we are

life is about the living
with one common result
it all closes here sometime
and we begin all over again

you can't take it with you
but it may follow you along
so choose your baggage well
and live your life as a gift

The Fifty Eighth, Feb. 27, 2011

no sun shining out there yet
dogs at the door want in
no thoughts inside want out
another morning comes

slow to wake up again
mentally wandering aimlessly
sipping my coffee slowly
loving quiet mornings

relaxing from the night
toiled through my sleep
tossed and turned and tossed
only still once I awoke

how like the morning
is my mind these days
slow to comprehend
moving through syrup

where is the mind coffee
that will invigorate me
and motivate the brain
cutting through the fog?

perhaps it is age slowing me
or callous apathy perhaps
deluded by the world
which around me melts

now my mind is quiet
though no longer asleep
gentled by my thoughts
finding my peace

good morning world

The Fifty Seventh, Feb. 26, 2011

It is a concept that I find hard to believe
something beyond me to even conceive
I feel I am watching social sanity leave
and once its gone its so hard to retrieve

all for one and one all alone

feel the truth as it cuts to the bone

all for one and one all alone

cultural epitaph carve into stone

the present situation denies all sanity
a conscious decision leading to calamity
forsaking the rights of fellow humanity
driven toward disaster to feed the vanity

all for one and one all alone
feel the truth as it cuts to the bone
all for one and one all alone
cultural epitaph carve into stone

how can you condone the selfish actions
dividing a nation into useless factions
ignoring the masses very loud reactions
soon you will pay for your infractions

all for one and one all alone

feel the truth as it cuts to the bone

all for one and one all alone

cultural epitaph carve into stone

left too long without proper accounting 

no concern what tomorrow may bring

no worry about much of anything

soon you will hear the people sing

all for one and none all alone

a new truth that cuts to the bone

all for one and none all alone

cultural cry to carve into stone

its time to wake up and smell the future.

The Fifty Sixth, Feb. 25, 2011

I am a volcano
filled with fire
bubbling rage
total disgust

history means nothing
future even less
only the moment
and all that I can steal

give me power
mighty power
control of man
I am on top

I need no support
I need nothing from you
I have taken all you had
you are now meaningless

I control you
I hold your rights
I give and take
you have nothing

You thought I was for you?
to support and care for you?
that I should listen to you?
you are ignorant and naive

lift up your voice
I will not hear it
shake your fists
I will not see you

You created me and gave life
but I have outgrown you
you think to contain me
yet I am bigger than you

Surrender hope
accept your place
service to the creation
you thought would serve you

I am GOVERNMENT
you are the masses
fodder to feed my hunger
meaningless beyond that

The Fifty Fifth, Feb. 24, 2011

Hood the robin
blind his eyes
as roles reverse
shaming his legacy

steal from the poor
give to the rich
strength to the power
oppressing the masses

Prince John lives on
and Nottingham grew
covering a globe
with many sheriffs

the myth has left us
in our time of need
a shortage of merry men
brings sadness to all

beware the waking
as times get worse
the masses may have less
but not in numbers

remember Sir Robin
how he became the Hood
another case foreclosure
as power ran amok

will we see a revival
of the prince of thieves
rising to fight injustice?
time to look for arrows

The Fifty Fourth, Feb. 23, 2011

rambling thoughts lacking coherency
skipping mentally from track to track
coffee is rather tasty this morning
but the day started out very cold

My left shoe needs to be retied
I do like my new shoes
there are clouds now blocking the sun
protesters in Wisconsin and Ohio

they are getting pizza in Madison
support from across the globe
I wish my window opened
Moammar Gadhafi sounds insane


earthquake in New Zealand
big mess in Christ's Church
spring training is in full swing
yes, it is time to re-tie my shoe


days like these are difficult
as I need to find my focus
forcing the mind to settle down
and stay in one place for me


need to concentrate on one thing
complete a project and move on
stay on target until complete
a strain on the scattered mind


my life is filled with such days
making "success" a struggle
but what is success any way?
today, it is completing this poem


my shoe still needs re-tied...

The Fifty Third, Feb. 22, 2011

The scent still lingers
the aromatic pleasure
herbs mingled lightly
with the joy of bread

still warm from the oven
it calls out softly to me
seeking to be taken
savored and enjoyed

I feel the warmth
as I hold it in my hand
butter melting smoothly
adding to temptation

fresh baked herb bread
with oregano and basil
distracting my attention
from the rest of the meal

The Fifty Second, Feb. 21, 2011

What new miracle is this
another nation cries out
another people seek life
without political oppression

we cheer those brave souls
and wish them victory
as we watch our decay
eating away our own

they seek political reform
to improve the way of life
making things better for all
to relieve the burden

while here, within the bastion
the beacon of democracy
we watch as rights fade
taken away on pretexts

to balance poor budgets
the poor lose their hope
to pay the price for the rich
who are never held to blame

we give away freedoms
in hopes to remain secure
being fed a diet of fear
remain afraid like good sheep

we praise our bothers
as they seek a new path
hoping to attain the rights
we are watching slip away

The Fifty First, Feb. 20, 2011

Ah Spring! How cruel a lover you are!
Tempting me with the kiss of your breezes
soft across my skin so chilled with winter
hinting at the sweetness of your embrace

Warm the promise of your gentle touch
the teasing sun glow bringing smiles
happiness and hope begin to rise
then snow falls once more around me

you tease and tempt me with promise
and then retreat to your private place
leaving me to Winter's harsh hold
I wish you would not play such games

Half a Century, Fifty, Feb. 19, 2011

listening to the voices
that chat through the night
disturbing my slumber
again

not inside my head though
this time external forces
deeply enjoying life
again

fun times had with friends
enjoyable moments in time
they are not my moments
again

it is not me being bitter
that times have gone by
I don't need to live them
again

I only ask for consideration
remember others are here
living lives outside yours
still

The Forty Ninth, Feb. 18, 2011

say farewell to the middle class
as government focuses on greed
bows further to business desires
and ignores the ones that vote

too long have we remained silent
letting the interest set the path
now the answer is coming
be rich and in charge or poor

Protests in the Middle East
crying out for a change
are echoed now in Wisconsin
as they seek to take away rights

keep the tax breaks for business
and take away all from the poor
let the trickle down economy go
and see what puddles at the bottom

how much longer will this continue
before the people here find a square
and set up our own little camp sites
seeking to take back our land?

Two parties fight and they bicker
too content to blame the other
no one is listening any longer
to the voices that cry out in shame

We the people don't matter today
only the money has a voice
I would like to buy a majority
and tell them to fire themselves

The Forty Eighth, Feb. 17, 2011

Old friends reunited once more
a smile remembered warmly
as if it had been only yesterday
separation seems trivial

conversation resumes its pace
as though it has never ceased
coming back together once again
like wearing a favorite old sweater

catching up is a precious time
not to be hurried or rushed
but to be savored like fine wine
as it only improves with age

how warm and wonderful it is
to once more feel that part
which was missing in our lives
though it was never really gone

they are always there inside us
a part of who we are today
because they helped to shape us
which is why we still fit

to old friends I have kept within
know that you are still part of me
remembered often with fondness
even if I do forget to write

The Forty Seventh, Feb. 16, 2011

quiet stillness opens the mind
the inner ears listen raptly
for sounds no other can hear
calming the anxious spirit

times for deeper contemplation
come more often than heeded
life moves too fast toward nothing
sometimes not moving is best

that small soft voice within
will not raise to be heard
unless we lower to meet
that moment will be lost

there is no secret way
each must find their own
the path is unique for all
only we can find our key

the quest of discovery
to find that special place
is indeed one of worth
for there in lies the treasure

discovery of who and why
the parts that make us unique
are also the parts the mold us
to fit our place in the world

sitting in my quiet place
on the pier in my mind
cool water on my bare feet
a breeze brushes my face

my special sunset glows
the world stills around me
sounds of night begin
and peace settles on my soul

this is my still and quiet place
a place to get out of my way
to stop thinking and listen
to discover who I am

do not think I am ignoring
or avoiding you at all
I am merely enjoying a sunset
in my own little world

The Forty Sixth, Feb. 15, 2011

what good is the night
when sleep is not part
but tossing and turning
wakefulness rules

morning arrives too soon
the day dragging feet
dozing off is the pastime
not a very happy day

brain function is reduced
subsistance levels only
rational thought is lost
little hope of logic

body cries out for sleep
mind echoes the plea
duty stands tall in the way
time for revolution

Revolution complete
the rebel forces win
triumph for the masses!
I take a nap.

The Forty Fifth, Feb. 14, 2011

Happy Valentine's Day

My Love, My Joy, My Heart! 

How my breast fills to see you smile!

To touch the warm, soft skin of your hand

and hold it to my lips! Joy beyond compare!

I see the stars, sparkling in your eyes

and feel the warmth of the sun from your smile.

Thoughts of you fill my day with happiness

as I long for the time when we can be together

time to hold you in my arms, to kiss your lips

sharing my life with the one that I love.