The Two Hundred Eighty First, October 8, 2011

colorful moments in life
watching as leaves turn
shift slowly from greens
to reds yellows oranges

season shifting forward
ageless cycle continues
life begins grows strong
then fades slowly away

funny how that happens
we see it all around us
it is a part of our world
nature turns the wheel

why then is it different
for humanity at large
we grow slowly older
who says how beautiful

the change of nature
often thrills our senses
riding along on busses
tourists snap pictures

and yet we turn away
looking anywhere else
to avoid seeing the old
as their time draws near

is there not the beauty
in a life so deeply lived
that we should see also
and find the joys within

casting personal vanity
across the species at will
an act beyond stupidity
as the blind can explain

beauty is deceiving use your mind instead

The Two Hundred Eightieth, October 7, 2011

today I had a glimpse
into a possible near future
at where the world is going
at I was not impressed

petty power plays and games
to give a demonstration
to prove who dominates
or who is the biggest ass

I saw the world on edge
anger barely contained
words used like swords
held in amateur hands

no warrior battle tested
can wield a weapon so
as the greatest danger
lies in the fool's hands

I witnessed a microcosm
saw potential patterns unfold
tension oozing vile poison
destruction for personal gain

it matters not what you feel
even less what you think
only that I can control you
shut up and do as I say

looking out from this box
I see the world around me
correlations fall into place
individuals become metaphors

stand up tall for your beliefs
defend your way of life
guard your culture dearly
square off with the oppressor

never show any weakness
they must come to understand
you are trying to help them
you know whats best after all

butting heads like two rams
knocking the senses out too
silly infantile over reaction
some one peed in the pool

when will we understand
none of this matters at all
so you die with the most toys
you can't take them with you

bullies come in assortments
all sizes shapes and colors
person and business and nation
push to have things their way

how do we teach our children
bullying is such a bad thing
as we boast of hostile takeovers
and crushing the competition

sending troops into countries
because they have what you want
shove your beliefs down throats
give them your way of life

I resented the childish behavior
considered the situation a loss
no value in this exchange
both sides the biggest loser

now I have comprehension
the lesson was there all along
just waiting for eyes to open
to see things outside that box

The Two Hundred Seventy Ninth, October 6, 2011

a Swedish poet wins the prize
and someone decides to explain
why it was not a yank, again
and it seems we just don't care

we dwell within ourselves
writing from our own lives
telling our petty personal tales
too afraid to rock any boats

we write from what we know
we do not expand beyond
we limit ourselves by this
essentially we are boring

do we stand up and protest
or simply whine and complain
we do not express beyond
simply wallow in US

this is not my path at all
to accept such a condemnation
I speak my mind freely
no matter how mom resents

I express displeasure often
calling government to task
ranting about the fallacies
we are supposed to believe

let me speak my mind
and not care who hears
in fact the fewer the better
less questions to answer

wake up you sleeping fools
stand up and face the truth
we are why we are left behind
as we accept their truths

I speak what I see with my eyes
expressed with my words
and only seek understanding
within the mind of the reader

do we really suffer so
in literary understanding
because public education
is allowed to be such a joke?

WAKE UP AMERICA
YOU ARE FAILURES
a disgrace to the very world
you imagine yourselves leading

vanity buys you failures
greed provides for the few
the revolution is coming
where will you stand then?

The Two Hundred Seventy Eighth, October 5, 2011

may I help you?
a wonderful question
answered with another
can I be helped?

I have often wondered
if there is any for me
or will I just plod on
the way I always have

guess it doesn't matter
help is not in store
I am stubborn enough
to try it all on my own

so can anyone help
or is it all individual
to figure it all out
in the way that fits

this is how you fix it
its what you need to do
I am already doing that
so I guess I am fixed

but I don't remember the snip

The Two Hundred Seventy Seventh, October 4, 2011

• 
  
  Inspiration came to me today. Please take a moment to read what a friend sent to me as a gift for writing these poems each day, for it was in her words, from her heart, that I found the emotions in mine.
  
  
  For Sherrie
  
  
  you see scars on your heart
  I see something more
  deeper and to be honored
  cherished and nurtured
  
  
  I see lessons of what love is
  how love can and should be 
  above and through it all
  I see the one constant thing
  
  
  yes, it has to be very difficult
  to see suffering every day 
  and this makes you indeed
  very special and gifted
  
  
  not many hearts could face
  such tribulation day after day
  you are a far stronger spirit
  than most others I know  
  
  
  you are a hero to be lifted 
  in the hearts and the prayers 
  cherished in the thoughts 
  of each and every one of us
  
  
  you make last moments dignified 
  for those that often feel all hope 
  of any dignity stolen when they heard 
  those dreadful words "terminal"
  
  
  I want to thank you personally
  for all that you every day do to help 
  remind so many of the wonder and glory
  that is human compassion and love 
  
  
  love for our fellow beings unknown
  unconditionally giving of yourself 
  to make another feel right to the end
  their life still held some worth
  
  
  let us all join to say a thank you
  for all those that have never had 
  the chance to say it themselves
  thank you so very much!

The Two hundred Seventy Sixth, October 3, 2011

the young one asked the old

how do you ever know
when you find the one
not just any someone
but that one and only

is it in the shivers
that race along the spine
every time you hear
the mention of their name

is it the silly smile you have
every time you see them
that slight lip twitch quirk
lopsided like a drunks

is it in the humming
that fills your ears
like music no one can hear
the song that is their name

does your stomach spin
butterflies dancing happily
impossible to sleep at night
no desire to eat either

the old one answered calmly

it is none of those things
and yet it is so much more
it is something that you feel
every day of your life

you only ever know it
when your time is over
and you realize finally
two have always been one

you know they are the one
when no one else matters
when you see their face
when you look in the mirror

you know they are the one
when you itch they scratch
when you finish for each other
because you are one soul

you know they are the one
when life finally calls due
until them you only hope
that you are the one for them

The Two Hundred Seventy Fifth, October 2, 2011

a chill wind comes
sweeping the plains
with the first real taste
of the winter soon to come

leaves prepare for the trip
heading down slowly
always in random patterns
on their one way flight

the season is changing
signs surround us
sights sounds smells
each with its own place

on the wind hints drift
of leaves being burned
wood smoke as well
as back yard fires glow

other scents caress as well
outdoor markets filling
enjoyed with hands warmed
by a steamy cup of hot cider

yes the air is cooler
but the warmth remains
moving deeper inside
keeping our hearts filled

its time for warm sweaters
and so perfect for cuddles
long slow strolls as well
sharing the day hand in hand

and what better way to say
happy birthday to my love
on her very special day
then to say I love you with cider and a donut???