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