The Two Hundred Nineteenth, August 6, 2011

a vast sea of head
bobbing on waves
of pedestrianism

faces flicker past
each one different
each still so alike

eyes glazed over
with vacant stares
looking but not seeing

angry conversations
held with emptiness
only one sided anger

and a whimsical smile
with ears covered over
lost in a private concert

that mus be a tourist
deer in headlights panic
feeling completely lost

over there is the hippy
still lost out of time
and not caring at all

all shapes and sizes
colors and shades
pressed together

each face is unique
all blend into one
the face of a city

The Two Hundred Eighteenth, August 5, 2011

the soft breeze drifts

stirring the pressing heat 

playfully teasing drafts

lifting devils of dust

bare dirt soaks the sun

heating like a skillet

feet roasting slowly

as shoes become ovens

trickling chill taunting

as sweat evades fabric

finding its way down

making the spine itch

sun blinds the eyes

turned to the heavens

seeking small orbs

finding a large one

the smell of leather

of fresh mown grass

pop corn and hot dogs

summer in the nose

brilliant green grass

meeting pale blue heavens

dark green wall divides

separating earth and sky

anticipation mounts 

pulse begins to quicken

lower the mask and crouch

here comes the call

PLAY BALL!!!!!!

The Two Hundred Seventeenth, August 4, 2011

well yes,of course I am
the center of the universe
as if you can have doubts
I will prove it to you now

when I stand on my head
the whole universe notices
and quickly jumps in line
turning itself upside down!

The Two Hundred Sixteenth, August 3, 2011

dark gray sea tosses
lines of white caps
defining wave and sky
as thunder rumbles

gentle rain still falls
hardest passed on
sands now brown
mud comes visiting

and through the gloom
brightness flashes
children laugh and smile
dancing barefoot

white teeth gleaming
like the caps of the waves
showing the darkness
it has no power here

The Two Hundred Fifteenth, August 2, 2011

Gm 2 u
ty! u2!
hw r u 2 day?
gud, tx, n u?

m gud hr 2
lol, brb, phn
kk, hb!
bk but gtg
kk, cu, tc!

and we wonder why we can't read....

The Two Hundred Fourteenth, August 1, 2011

there are places I remember
as well as times I can recall
I can see faces in my mind
I hear sounds of yesterdays

hauntingly clear at times
or vague as winter's fog
always there are spaces
where nothing seems to be

that used to make me worry
something in me was wrong
to have so much missing
the moments lost in time

now I see things differently
there is nothing defective
I am not meant to look back
but to see the path ahead

too much road lies ahead
to have eyes looking back
I am meant to make memories
to enjoy when the path ends

for now I find contentment
recalling the bits that I can
shaping the joys of today
with tools given yesterday

tomorrow is time enough
for recalling the steps taken
until then I look forward
sure there will be no lament

The Two Hundred Thirteenth, July 31, 2011

small streak of midnight
streaking through the noon
glimpses of liquid darkness
then stillness once again

slowly falls the stillness
forgotten the shadow fear
danger passed by this time
peace is slowly restored

...........

faster than thought it comes
absence of light descends
terror like obsidian lightning
striking with cold malice

fight over before it begins
the heart of darkness pauses
gloating in his triumph
Kitten wins again!

The Two Hundred Twelfth, July 30, 2011

Whisper on the Wind


in the still small hours
day breathes first breath
the silent world awakens
calls for life to join it

softly the voice drifts
never intruding on any
subtly seeking entrance
stirring desire to waken

softly eyes flicker open
kissed by young sun rising
life renewed once again
by a whisper on the wind

The Two Hundred Eleventh, July 29, 2011

I said
you said
he said
she said
we said
they said
everybody said

but who is listening?

The Two Hundred Tenth, July 28, 2011

have we any privacy
did we give it away
sell it to highest bidder
or let it be stollen

this is a gift from me
sharing freely with you
a glimpse of whats inside
my last private place

the world grows louder
people living their life
exposed for observation
sharing bits of themselves

ignorant calls of outrage
that an agent may overhear
a conversation on a cell phone
held in a checkout lane

it is not the agent to fear
but the id thief listening
the gossiping neighbor
spilling your secrets freely

remember when speaking
what other ears may be close
and think before you do
because I do not want to hear

The Two Hundred Ninth, July 27, 2011

I want to take a ride

want to get away

hop on a balloon

see where we go

its a nice day for it

sun shining bright

light breeze to carry

could go a long way

a blue sky beckons

if only I could go

a feeling of floating

lost in nothingness

clouds roll in quickly

blue fades to gray

my eyes turn back

dreams fade once more

The Two Hundred Eighth, July 26, 2007

The Greatest Art

if I asked you the question
from where do poems come
what would you answer?

what of a play, a story
what of a dance, a painting
or the full symphony?

some seek to credit a muse
others some devine touch
from some great mystery

art comes from within us
each of us our own way
even if we do not see

some do magic with words
others with sounds or sights
in movement and colors

but the greatest art of all
is that of the observer
appreciating for what it is

not the high pompous words
of some self labeled expert
but those from within

finding that which pleases
your own inner taste
is the greatest of all arts

The Two Hundred Seventh, July 25, 2007

I close my eyes
I see you

I cover my ears
I hear you

I close my mind
I sense you

I hide my heart
I feel you

you are with me
always here

I do not understand
I just know

You are not outsider
you are me

The Two Hundred Sixth, July 24, 2011

with the rise
of each new sun
new hope dawns
new life begun

past put behind
future still unknown
step bravely forward
on the path we are shown

hope for a smile
hope for a song
hope in a friend
to help you along

the sun still shines
even when its gray
it is in the same place
so turn your head that way

feel the glow inside
you do not have to see
know it will be brighter
my wish for you and me

The Two Hundred Fifth, July 23, 2011

there are times in life
for nearly each of us
when nothing fits
and sense is cast off

ashes fill the soul
in depressions' grasp
emptiness so vast
it consumes all else

despair has a firm grip

cold claws of doubt 

dig deep into the spirit

seeking total control  

fears assail in the cold

draining our hopes

stealing confidence

draining the goodness

is the path still here
even in the void
that leads the steps
back into the light

can we find it alone
will we need a guide
a hand to lead us
can we trust them

this journey has turns
twists and valleys
mountains and seas
each a new obstacle

I wish I knew how
to pass through each
and share the wisdom
with all that follow

but once more the time
to turn forward a new
step into the next
and learn from the past

hold on to the memory
learn the lessons of each
trial and tribulation
continuing on to the light

I need to remember
remaining dedicated yet
to this road I am taking
to discover my true self

taking the next step slowly
but still I am moving
one step at a time
the journey continues ...

The Two Hundred Fourth, July 22, 2011

take a pill for this
and another pill
to take care of that
one more needed yet?

yes, one to handle
the greater risk of...
is that really a risk?
why would you ask?

the first does A
the second does B
the third counters
both A and B adding C

it would take others
like D, E and F
to counter the extra
of the wonderful C

so tell me Doc, why?
if A+b = C, do I want C?
I know I do not want D
there is no choice

Gods bless the medical system.... it needs it

The Two Hundred Third, July 21, 2011

hesitation
slowing progress
delaying failure
defeating success

need to react
it is time to respond
right or wrong matters not
take a chance and trust

there is no room now for delay
time has past to wait
put aside disagreements
and do the task at hand

The Two Hundred Second, July 20, 2011

I look in my pocket
and nothing is there
perhaps in the other
still empty hands

where could it be now
for I know it was here
somewhere close by
never out of reach

not on any of the tables
didn't get left on a chair
the dogs won't take it
so where could it be

I hate losing my train of thought....

The Two Hundred First, July 19, 2011

how would you describe yourself
if you were given just one chance

would you be strong and sturdy
like a great and powerful oak tree

would you be kind and gentle
like an early morning spring rain

would you be loud and overbearing
or would you be meek and timid

I want to stand tall and straight
strong before the winds that come

providing shelter from the storms
and shade from the heat of the day

like the mighty oak in the forest
never loud but always there

The Two Hundredth, July 18, 2011

tomorrow will soon be yesterday
and yesterday was once tomorrow
but what does this really mean
when I am stuck here in today?

I make my plans for yesterday
never sure there will be more
no sense worrying about it
when it will change as needed

now is the time to relax a minute
and listen to the sounds of silence
reminding me there is nothing
that is worth the worry anyway

I will let tomorrow have its way
not interfering with it in any way
as now I can clearly understand
it doesn't matter, it will never come