The Two Hundred Sixty Ninth, September 26, 2011

it's football season
yes, it's finally here
throw out the diet
and grab more beer

order the pizza
open some chips
no time for salsa
don't need the dips

the summer is past
no more waiting
time to get loud
and start tailgating

I wish research was this much fun

The Two Hundred Sixty Eighth, September 25, 2011

oh how I hate allergies
clogging the passages
stopping up the nose
defeating sense of smell

now the medication comes
smell the pretty flowers
waiting for the clearing
only those silly flowers

walking past bakeries
knowing what is gone
no fresh bread for me
only those silly flowers

fresh coffee in the cup
watching the steam rise
not a trace do I get
only those silly flowers

eventually it works
the world opens up
aromas now assail me
standing beside a dumpster

just the way my luck goes some days

The Two hundred Sixty Seventh, September 24, 2011

gently march the shadows tall
across the sun drenched sward
easing the brilliant verdant green
softening the day as night draws near
where does the tension of the day fade to
as the sun sinks low in the sky
the peace of twilight's subdued colors
leaching energy from the world
guiding it toward sleep
I care not where such anxieties go
only that they trouble me no more
that my mind may rest and find peace yearned for
to make new once more that tomorrow
waiting patiently in the wings
waiting it's turn to take the stage
its act in life's play to complete
until the curtain goes down once more
in the gentle march of the shadows tall
across the sun drenched sward

The Two Hundred Sixty Sixth, September 23, 2011

and so I sit once more
contemplating the words
still echoing in the past
waiting for her return

she comes to me quietly
a shadow that fades away
when ever I turn to see
a glimpse nothing more

the muse is a mystery
never one to be tamed
living by her own rules
always a welcome guest

never answering a call
there when she wishes
filling a certain need
only she can understand

I love and hate her
all in the same breath
for the inspiration given
and the long wait for it

perhaps it is just me
and I do not need muse
perhaps it is my crutch
but I won't push my luck

thank you for coming
to rescue me once more
a center for my focus
letting the words flow free

The Two Hundred Sixty Fifth, September 22, 2011

A Tribute to  Alyce Joyce (Sally)

To every life there comes a time
To let go of things we love
Opening the hands that hold
Giving the freedom longed for

Heavy hearts remain behind
Filled with sorrow at the loss
Filled with love that survives
Filled with hope of reuniting

Sometimes a life grows long
The valiant spirit begins to tire
The dreams of youth passed by
Now only wishing to go home

We living mourn the passing
Losing a part of our hearts
Feeling an empty place form
This we must let go as well

Hollows have a purpose also
They are a place to be filled
They are there to hold close
Keeping precious memories

Fill your heart with happiness
Let it wash the sorrow from you
Until only the joy of life remains
Knowing they will never leave

Tired and weary is the spirit
Seeking to finally have peace
Rest well with your Maker
Find your place at last, Dear Soul

Thank you for your living
Making the world sweeter
Because you shared your heart
To those who needed you

May you find your Rest and Peace in Paradise.

The Two Hundred Sixty Fourth, September 21, 2011

what is success
what is greatness
how will we know
when we get there

is success money
or power and fame
is it having everyone
remember your name

none of the above
define them to me
those selfish endeavors
make one small

greatness lies within
and leads to success
by being something more
than all about ME

the greatest people
smile in the morning
at the face in the mirror
looking back at them

success is being there
when someone needs
and caring for the ones
that no else one wants

success is stepping up
defending everyone's right
to think and feel as they wish
even those you oppose

success is raising a child
who sees beauty and love
and wants to pass it along
rather than whine for more

greatness is in the giving
reaching deep inside
sharing the what that you are
giving a part of you

they come from others
when they think of you
and smile at the memories
knowing you mattered

wealth is not success
when measured by mass
materialistic scales by man
of gold or silver or land

wealth is measured
in all those around us
the warmth of their smiles
and how we touched them

live life to the fullest
relishing what matters
all those that share with us
the path we call life

The Two Hundred Sixty Third, September 20, 2011

how do you pay forward
all the things done for you
those kindnesses shown
mercies that came your way

do you stand out front
shouting loudly for all
COME AND SEE ME
seeking personal praises

do you play it bashful
hiding behind another
not wishing to be seen
wanting only to be helpful

are you loud against it
calling such things foolish
sneaking around to help
making sure no one sees

there are some who say
it needs done just right
or it is for selfish ends
as though there are rules

does the receiver care
what motivates kindness
does it make the debt less
less to pay ahead themselves

I do not think this is true
the debt remains the same
for every kindness garnered
at least one must be given

the gift is never lessened
by the actions of the one
the karma is hie reward
as less will come his way

if you do not wish to give
then do not accept from others
and soon you can be alone
living in your own world

I choose to pay forward... how about you

The Two Hundred Sixty Second, September 19, 2011

I have a little question
that's been troubling me today
is it alright to be crazy
and is it insane to be OK?

and does it really matter
what someone calls you in the end
can it be as important
as who considers you their friend?

if standing on my head
turns the world all topsy turvy
doesn't that just prove
that it does revolve around me?

I really tried hard today
to find some sanity deep within
but once more I was lost
with out a clue where to begin

I think I sort of like that
being considered off the wall
making life less boring
in fact I'm having quite a ball

The Two Hundred Sixty First, September 18, 2011

moving along
going strong
push it forward
making the move

feeling good
set the pace
keep it going
feel it pop

pain explodes
stabbing through
knee gives out
ending the day

it felt good
right up until
now crutches
I hate growing old

The Two Hundred Sixtieth, September 17, 2011

kindness is a gift
given and received
the freer the better
yet never owned

try to hold it
and it fades away
lock it in a safe
and it will be gone

simply give it away
you will never lack
the more you proffer
the more you find

this is true value
more so than gold
your worth grows
by keeping none

giving love away
to stray puppies
has filled my heart
with their love

wake up Wall Street
here is the truth
the only investment
that really matters

and the best type of bail out EVER!

The Two Hundred Fifty Ninth, September 16, 2011

there is a place
a perfect place
a private place
it is MY place

inside my mind
I have a home
where it all fits
it makes sense

it's a happy place
warm and sunny
with balmy breezes
soft gentle waves

too bad it's lost
it seems misplaced
it was pushed aside
by cold reality

stress is the foe
pressing in on me
forcing wakefulness
stealing my dreams

I know that its there
that wonderful place
still hidden inside
tucked safely away

it needs to be found
taken from mothballs
restored to the light
rescuing my sanity

I doubt even CSI could rescue that.....

The Two Hundred Fifty Eighth, September 15, 2011

I was just recently asked
was I losing my memory
I can't remember by whom
I have no idea why they asked

I think I remembered my
what was it I needed
but I have whatever it was
I put it right over there

did I mention to you yet
that some one was asking
only just the other day
was I losing my memory

now where did I put that
what is it called again
oh well never mind
it will turn up again soon

I miss my mind, where ever I left it....

The Two hundred Fifty Seventh, September 14, 2011

one of life's great pleasures
is found in the simple nap
granting the body a rest
letting the mind unravel

the warm gentle peace
of such a blissful escape
letting the pressures fade
finding relaxation at last

cannot be for too long
the world will not wait
we need to get back to it
but oh for a moment...

I need a nap right about now.... again

The Two Hundred Fifty Sixth, September 13, 2011

I have a very dear friend
hard to believe I know
her story asks a question
no one wants to address

she is trying to recover
following heart surgery
it is not going very well
she struggles each day

bills take all her money
weakness drains her too
unable to do very much
self-esteem taken away

wondering every morning
if today is her last day
will she have more life
ever able to live it again

television adds insult
floating across the screen
the face of Dicky appears
her tax dollars at work

She struggles for treatments
he has all the best care
she can't make appointments
he has doctors come to him

she has not shot a friend
she did not begin any wars
only supported a nation
that is turning their back

we conveniently forget
those that need our help
wounded veterans, the poor
lost children, and homeless

where are the priorities now
that hypocrisy becomes law
care only for the wealthy
providing for their greed

compassion is left behind
the charge of those who care
typically poor themselves
yet they can still find ways

shame upon the narrow
the greed filled and blind
who only seek their pleasures
missing the real point of life

I will pray for my friend
giving the hope that I can
knowing how she struggles
as I cry at the injustice of greed

The Two Hundred Fifty Fifth, September 12, 2011

The question I'm asked all the time
is why is it my poems don't rhyme
the answer is easy you see
that style doesn't appeal to me

I speak the thoughts in my mind
which are often quite hard just to find
if you look just to find the measure
you will certainly miss the treasure

chaotic eruption of thought
feelings explode into words
images composed in the mind
flashes of insight beyond intent

deeper meanings reveal themselves
hidden away beneath the surface
most unintended when written
subconscious message to conscious

this is a secret I freely will share
the meanings I didn't put there
reveal things even to me
that I didn't imagine to be

messages mixed between the minds
the private speaks to the public
amazing the hand that wrote them
too productive to be an accident

a new revelation on the journey....

The Two Hundred Fifty Fourth, September 11, 2011

first comes the weight
feet and legs of lead
then the rest follows
the body starts to fight

icy hot chills and sweat
unable to get warm
unable to cool down
shaking from the chills

sneezes and coughs
with nose too plugged
your only breathing
is wheezing gasps

temperature climbs
eyes won't stay open
but still you can't sleep
colds are sheer torture

The Two hundred Fifty Third, September 10, 2011

sunshine calls out softly
tugging us to come play
frolicking in the outdoors
in the last summer breeze

the droning of lawnmowers
children laughing loudly
but the greatest part of all
comes wafting in the air

the aroma of fresh cut grass
tickles the nose teasingly
reminders of the spring
so close but so far away

the annual teasing of autumn
tricking us into the belief
that summer will never end
how sad to see leaves fall

The Two Hundred Fifty Second, September 9, 2011

rain drops cling to the window
slowly riding gravity's train
drifting through rays of light
turning into miniature lamps

soft glows like floating embers
bumping into one another
merging and growing larger
assimilated into the collective

speed increases as they swell
until they become a stream
the internal glow stretching
until at last the light fades

darkness rushes to fill the void
but the rain will not yield yet
new drops strike the glass
beginning the cycle anew

and so the pattern continues
lasting through the storm
and through it all is heard
the singing of the shower

better than any television show
these gentle low tech pleasures
that can set the mind at ease
are the perfect sleep aid.... good night....

The Two Hundred Fifty First, September 8, 2011

imagine a world
where every thing
is the same color
and all monochrome

could you even walk
with no way to see
the beginning of one
the end of the other

there can be no depth
no shape nor form
if there is no distinction
that can be recognized

how different are we
that we should be alike
clones of one another
all the uniformed drones

the stagnation of life
the puppet mentality
follow the rest of them
and forget the lemmings

I don't want to be
the same as anyone else
and I am equally certain
not many want to be me

so listen to the world
with your own ears
think for yourself
decide what you want

if you look for guidance
take care where you seek
some will try to pull you
others will simply push

wait to see the road
before you decide a path
and be certain it is you
that makes the choice

the world is not bland
let alone monochrome
revel in all the colors
that make life interesting

The Two Hundred Fiftieth, September 7, 2011

creativity has fled
feeling no thoughts
flowing rivers are dry
even dust lies still

cannot find the spark
no muse has come
sitting alone in my mind
looking out the windows

rain falls in my mind
gray overcast thoughts
draining the energy
leaving me exhausted

I hope for some sun
to lift the blahs away
bring back the spring
letting imagination grow

I miss the randomness
of the eclectic thoughts
inspiring my dreams
feeding me words

perhaps being stable
is not such a good thing
for the overall condition
of my wild imagination

sometimes its tough to grow up.

The Two Hundred Forty Ninth, September 6, 2011

where are you supposed to go
after already finding your home
is this the end of the journey
or merely the start of the next

there is no completion after all
the path continues on and on
does it end with death or start
the next road may be the one

this life we live is a dream
the reality exists beyond
reincarnation is depressing
better to move outside this one

is there really life at all though
or is it all just a dream from above
a higher being on an acid trip
hallucinating our entire reality

life means nothing outside
the cosmos find us a blip
it is only within ourselves
that meaning becomes clear

so is there a home at all
or does the path lead on
forever onward the road
even beyond death's gate

the answer is simply yes
there is a home for all
it lies not so deep within
it is where you live your life

The Two Hundred Forty Eighth, September 5, 2011

and so it came to pass
that friends were joined
evermore to be as one
hearts bound eternally

with the taking of a hand
the sharing of a vow
the trading of two rings
the miracle happened

some have even asked
how long forever is
seeking to be freed
forsaking their given oaths

I say it is not enough
that forever is too soon
how can I know you
in such a short time?

too many seem confused
by lust and infatuation
mistaking those for love
ending up sad and hurt

love is more than beauty
bank accounts or salary
it doesn't need hard bodies
or even clear complexions

some say love is blind
I say love sees everything
not caring about flaws
but seeing beyond them

flaws give character
making us all unique
without the negatives
there could be no positives

and so it is with love
that I can accept you
loving you as you are
happy you are YOUnique

The Two Hundred Forty Seventh, September 4, 2011

Friendship


what does it mean
to be called friend
what do you need
to call another yours

many answers exist
in emails status updates
greeting cards poems
each a generic riposte

we each need to find
deep within ourselves
the answers fitting us
and hold true to them

if you call me friend
then you should know
what that means to me
that you will understand

it means I will care
will want to help you
will try to fix things
will need you to smile

that I will feel you
your pains and joys
the tears and smiles
frustrations and successes

it means spending wishes
for your perfect health
your total happiness
your peace of mind

It means understanding
that we are not the same
and embracing you still
cherishing our diversity

as for me to call friend
carries a simple request
to be honest and fair
and accept me as I am

there are levels to this
some dearer than others
and a few even more so
they are deep in my heart

cherished and protected
a special piece of my life
for them the rules change
as love is scarcely enough

they are parts of my life
entwined with my own
extensions of my heart
other pieces of my soul

I thank you for coming
and joining my madness
for accepting who I am
with no judgements given

thank you for sharing
all the good you see
but also sharing the bad
and not locking it away

through that sharing
the bond grows too strong
for any force to sever
and life grows by addition

my life would be duller
some of the luster gone
if I had not met you
or been to shy to wave

no matter what comes
today, tomorrow, next year
I will never again be alone
for you came into my life

The Two Hundred Forty Sixth, September 3, 2011

oh what a day
filled to the top
tasting the thrill
living the moments

family and friends
sharing the hours
sharing the smiles
a special closeness

these are the days
that give meaning
to why we live
and bring me peace

The Two Hundred Forty Fifth, September 2, 2011

rainy days
cloudy skies
draining energy
lethargic days

doldrums settle
like drops in pools
slowly filling the day
making sleep the ideal

lazy days
snuggle days
warm blankets
hot tea and a book

no desire to move
no real reason to either
just listen to the rain fall
letting the world pass us by

no sunshine
its not needed
we have the warmth
in each other's company

makes me wonder
why would one ask
such a small question
as "who'll stop the rain?"

The Two Hundred Forty Fourth, September 1, 2011

shall I go to the mountains
or head to visit the ocean
maybe a lake shore escape
a camping trip to the woods

each has its advantages
and its disadvantages too
it is ever so difficult
deciding which I wish

the mountains standing tall
with high snow capped peaks
icy cold lakes and streams
hiking and fishing delight

the ocean's constant waves
washing the white beaches
the smell of the salty air
swimming, surfing all day

or off to the lake shore
for boating and fishing
swimming and water skiing
so much fun out on the water

camping is a great get away
the sounds of the woods
both by day and by night
and 'smores by the fire too

I cannot decide on just one
they are all su great getaways
I think I will take them all
since it is only a day dream

The Two Hundred Forty Third, August 31, 2011

consider the wonder
of the human hand
in all its many parts
the many things it does

we can bend it
wave it, shake it
twist it, wiggle it
all at the same time

we can create with it
draw and paint with it
sculpt and write with it
building works of art

we can open things
close things, tie things
zip things, rip things
we can tear things apart

we can also touch with it
reach out and care with it
holding a hand, patting a back
brushing a tear away with it

sharing our hearts with it
makes it logical to me now
to wear our hearts on our sleeve
since they end with a hand

The Two Hundred Forty Second, August 30, 2011

warm delightful sunshine
filling the day with smiles
reboot

warm balmy breezes
reboot

the sun is shining down
smiling on mother nature
warming the earth below
reboot

stuck in a rut
locked in a cubical
no hope for escape
system stable

society has messed up priorities....

The Two Hundred Forty First, August 29, 2011

windows
the blessing
the curse
today they are the bane

the sounds of rain
striking against the pane
soothes my mind
lulls me toward sleep

watching snow sparkling
blindingly bright
the brilliance of winter
while warm behind glass

but not for today
they mock me
they torture me
showing what I can't have

sun is shining
batching as breezes blow
warm and wonderful day
and I have to see it

stuck inside
locked away
forced to see
the torment of office windows

The Two Hundred Fortieth, August 28, 2011

and have you ever noticed

that some folks love to talk

never stopping for a breath

let alone take time to listen

it seems rather ironic to me

the ones that say the least

should be listened to most

but no one seems interested

so the loud voices are heard

they are only making noise

and people begin to believe

the power of the repetition

I have heard it said before

that people turn blind eyes

I believe it is just as true

that they also turn deaf ears

logic escapes the masses

it is easier to just accept

than it is to have to think

original thoughts can hurt

it is better to be the sheep

let others make the plans

or we may actually fix it

then where would we be

The Two Hundred Thirty Ninth, August 27, 2011

time to let it flow

unleash the mind

wander make believe

exercise imagination

too much reality

cramps the style

cuts off the play

makes us be adults

where is the point

in life so sincere

we lose all sense

of childhood fun?

The Two Hundred Thirty Eighth, August 26, 2011

feet are tapping
knees are bouncing
can't sit still
need to be moving

there is sunshine
and balmy breezes
not too warm
need to be outside

was a long week
was kept too busy
feeling so tired
its finally Friday!

two days ahead
time to just recover
relax and enjoy
can hardly wait

now its finally time
out the door I go
run away screaming
FREE AT LAST!!!

time for a steak and a beer!

The Two Hundred Thirty Seventh, August 25, 2011

anxiety

cold clenching
drawing the innards
sharp claws of ice
cold seeps through
escapes in sweat
breath comes short
lungs drawn tight
shaking in the limbs
unable to move
unexplainable fear

washing through me
not letting it touch
not getting a hold
pushing through
struggling to breathe
seeking the calm
chanting a mantra
restoring confidence
difficult road ahead
hoping for the peace

The Two Hundred Thirty Sixth, August 24, 2011

darkness rises from the west
as sunlight slowly fades
the chorus of the night begins
the song as old as time

mosquitoes are out for dinner
whining sings by the ear
crickets fill the quiet spaces
with a full choral cantata

a blacker dot in the dark sky
dodging at highest speed
the bat has joined the celebration
a banquet on the wing

from a tree the question asked
who? as owls so often do

then calls the whip-poor-will
answering with his name

evening slips into full night
handing over the mantle
day closes its tired eyes in sleep
the changing of the guard

The Two Hundred Thirty Fifth, August 23, 2011

from here we see the sky
floating below our feet
as clouds like carpet fly
as we near heaven's seat

no longer are we bound
oppressed by earthly shroud
but dancing to the sound
so far above the crowd

the winds play our song
the music of our heart
it is here that we belong
with flight's ballet our art

as we ride upon the breeze
in the climb that we adore
reaching to the heavens with ease
on mighty wings we soar

there you stand so far below
looking up you think we play
it is a life you will never know
for we are the birds of prey

The Two Hundred Thirty Fourth, August 22, 2011

in the depths of my mind
there lies a cavern dark
where angels will not tread
and great mysteries reside

thoughts forlornly echo
lost from the daily world
alas what secrets mourn
ghosts wailing in despair

I know it is in this place
the answers to life hide
the meaning of existence
and where is Jimmy Hoffa

I cannot take it seriously
though others surely will
for all thoughts that entered in
may find the way out as well

until that time I must wait
and am too tired to worry
so let them be is my way
after all, I like dark caves too

The Two Hundred Thirty Third, August 21, 2011

deep quiet settles

the night is calm

a soft light glows

a circle of sunset

it is here inside

a hole in darkness

the day continues

soft still and gentle

my feet propped up

a book in my hand

glass of wine beside

prepared for relaxation

then a sudden stirring

a small black shape

slipping into my lap

and the purring begins

a time of bonding

between cat and I

as each of us forgive

the other's actions

and so the day ends

with peaceful thoughts

forgotten by morning

as the game starts again

The Two Hundred Thirty Second, August 20, 2011

mirror mirror on the wall
what a major pain you are
you keep showing truths
but I don't want those

these lines under those eyes
surely cannot belong to me
and the gray hair I see there
must be fog on the glass

your face looks so tired
as exhausted as I feel
but that cannot be me
after all, I am only 25!

oh mirror, I know that look
you do not believe what I say
you strip away the veneer
giving a cold hard reality check

I really don't like some mornings.....

The Two Hundred Thirty First, August 19, 2011

I am not silent
merely unheard
the dark private thought
behind every word

I am the truth
you do not reveal
that secret you keep
locked with cold steel

I am the lie
you've told for a while
conveniently covered
with well polished smile

I am the nightmare
causing cold sweats
haunting your sleep
and fed on regrets

I am your past
and you cannot hide
a constant companion
along for the ride

I am the unknown
that no one can see
but for those stories
that you tell of me

I am what I am
immune to all change
the ongoing story
you can't rearrange

you need to accept me
as your lessons learned
each time you laughed
as well as got burned

I am your foundation
I can be weak or strong
if you try to deny me
we won't last too long

it is your choice
on which way we go
we can climb high
we can sink low

embrace who we are
the good and the bad
but what ever you choose
I like what we've had

The Two Hundred Thirtieth, August 18, 2011

isn't that the always way?
need it done by yesterday
will tell you tomorrow
give you the tools next week

isn't that always the way?
ask you for your help
never answer questions
expect you to read minds

isn't that always the way?
tell you how to do your job
watching over your shoulder
so why did they call you?

isn't that always the way?
the sale was yesterday
we just ran out of those
that item is discontinued

isn't that always the way?
when you need it its lost
you don't want it theres tons
and its either way its your fault

isn't that always the way?

The Two Hundred Twenty Ninth, August 17, 2011

comfortable in variation
accepting of contrasts
content to be different
observing divergences

life is meant for sharing
giving of ourselves
but we need to receive
or we will not learn

let me learn who you are
and I will teach you me
and then we will obtain it
the miracle of understanding

The Two Hundred Twenty Eighth, August 16, 2011

its all those little things
that often bring smiles
making the heart light
giving the day a glow

like working it out
finding the answer
solving the big issue
without calling another

like finding the blend
of this, that and those
that gives the results
making a masterpiece

like knowing the what
even the how and why
for someone's trouble
and waiting to be asked

the greatest part though
you can share that smile
with everyone you meet
little thing becomes big

Share a smile today, make the world a better place

The Two Hundred Twenty Seventh, August 15, 2011

the world needs communicators
but we end up with just talkers
not many seem to be listening
have we heard too often before?

The Two Hundred Twenty Sixth, August 14, 2011

time to take a moment
and step outside the box
gaining new perspective
on the same old things

not needing that much
perhaps something small
like the tilt of the head
presenting a new angle

or closing one eye slowly
observing the changes
playing simple little games
keeping the process fun

the how is not important
it is the what that is key
discovering the changes
giving the chance to grow

The Two Hundred Twenty Fifth, August 13, 2011

days can change
in the blink of an eye
clouds roll on in
cover the blue sky

the day turns dark
sun fades from view
water begins to fall
rain, long over due

quick as a wink
rain has stopped too
as clouds drift away
sky is now blue

I know some people
that are just like that
changing themselves
at the drop of a hat

The Two Hundred Twenty Fourth, August 12, 2011

another exercise in futility
expecting logic to exist
seeking rational thought
in a clueless environment

constantly tripple checking
use of double standards
to single out another
as being the weakest link

some are not reflected
in the mirrors they hold
or perhaps it is the hands
holding them backwards

I accept my responsibility
the blame for my mistakes
it is part of being rational
why can't you do it too?

The Two Hundred Twenty Third, August 11, 2011

clouds drift past
floating on the blue
imagination plays
shapes come and go

the fun of the game
laying back on the grass
laughing with joy
a day of pure fun

it may be harder
to get safely down
and harder back up
age makes me slow

but always a child
not so deep within
loving the simple
keeping life fun

The Two Hundred Twenty Third

Ears Painted On

never listening
never understand
never changing
ears painted on

begging to be heard
seeking change
desperate for hope
voices cry out

ignoring reason
deaf to the truth
hiding in silence
ears painted on

loudly singing songs
filled with laughter
resounding of cheers
happy sounds live

wasting away alone
lost in private hell
never took the time
ears painted on

The Two Hundred Twenty Second, August 9, 2011

feel the thrill of it
the roller coaster
rising slowly higher
before the rapid fall

up and down again
jerking side to side
wind in the face
making eyes tear

moving so fast
lifting from the seat
slamming back down
bouncing like a ball

we end up battered
beaten and bruised
hurrying back round
waiting to ride again

if only I could be
that eager in all trials
happy for the encounter
and eager to continue

learning a life lesson
laughing through it
jumping up excited
ready to face the next

The Two Hundred Twenty First, August 8, 2011

mind does not wander
trapped within itself
unable to shift outside
prisoner of thought

walls surround me
keeping me safe within
cut off from reason
living the illusion

cannot break free
solitary confinement
holding notion captive
restricting creativity

locked away from me
as well as the rest
stagnating within
the prison in my mind

The Two Hundred Twentieth, August 7, 2011

I hear talk of global
global economy
global society
wonderful globalization

I wonder whose vision
who decides
who chooses
what if I disagree

talk of these freedoms
claimed for everyone
the right to choose
what if I choose no

why can't I be different
and cherish that
reveling in the me
rather than being you

the ego of the mind
if I wish it to be
then everyone will
defying every logic

nearly 7 billion souls
each with that right
the beauty of chaos
we are not the Borg

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

The One Hundred Ninety Ninth, July 17, 2011

do we ever really know
who our truest friends are
until the trouble comes
and they are still beside us?

can we judge the hearts
the strength and promise
held within another
before it is called upon?

the nature of a friend
will truly be revealed
when least favorable
for them to admit us

it is my deep hope
that should you need me
in those darkest times
you will find me there

The One Hundred Ninety Eighth, July 16, 2011

success in defeat
for it matters not
winning the race
but that you ran

in completing it
you have won
for your race
is not with man

The One Hundred Ninety Seventh, July 15, 2011

I miss my memory
can't remember why
can't remember who
no idea when either

too much on my mind
too many threads
unable to weave them
fraying at the seams

stress creating gaps
leaving me floundering
adrift in rough seas
seeking safer waters

perhaps to just relax
or better organized
better preparations
longer term planning

who am I kidding... I am just losing it.

who am I kidding... I'm just losing it

The One Hundred Ninety Sixth, July 14, 2011

I am grateful for my nose
I do not care how large
it matters not how small
I am thankful it works

the pleasures it brings
of scents so wonderful
fresh brewed coffee
cooking bacon and bread

of a gentle spring rain
fresh mown lawns
wood fires in October
newly bathed babies

so many aromas abound
stirring my memories
reminding me of my life
yes, I am grateful for my nose

The One Hundred Ninety Fifth, July 13, 2011

dawn crosses the border
bringing along a new day
sun knocking on eye lids
bidding to come join the fun

many long protracted yawns
slow joint popping stretches
and low muttered groans
complete the daily process

out into the world once more
a day that lasts forever
seemingly no end in sight
how long a summer day

desire to be free from walls
out playing in the sun
distracting the concentration
unable to heed the call

at last the time has come
impatience hurrying feet
eagerness making clumsy
stumbling finally out the door

into a living wall of heat
beating down, up and sideways
wrapping in total humidity
holding on like a lover

gone the dreams of play
no visions of running
only seeking a shady tree
or back into the chilled air

sun slowly lowers west
dipping below the edge
but the heat stays around
wanting to party all night

so much for sleeping
no comfortable spots
tossing and turning
how long can one day last?

The One Hundred Ninety Fourth, July 12, 2011

how great the man
that needs no platform
but speaks his heart
reciting his thoughts

how great the man
that finds no blame
that looks for praises
but only for others

how petty the man
who thinks he rises
by lowering others
for he never gains

let not the petty man
control your heart
dominate your mind
or mold who you are

seek rather to be great
standing on your beliefs
speaking your heart
seeking to be true

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!