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#1 · (Edited)
A spark lights
in the forest
No flint needed
The flames ignite
uproarious with
Enthusiasm and glee
Tinder everywhere
In this dry night
The flames reach high
Higher than you would think
Cresting trees and
sending sparks and ash
Into the heavens above
Folks hear the alarm
and get to it
Risking their lives
So we get through this
No one thinks of such
A situation here
Our summers are mild
And sky usually clear
But something happened
To our regimented lives
Nature has shrugged and
Thrown us a surprise
So we live on
Not seeming to care
Until catastrophe shows
that we need to care
About our actions
The aggregate of stupidity
The carelessness
The oblivious nature
We seem to exhibit
Naturally.
 
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#31 ·
Quite Yesteryear

Walk quite like a woman
Walk quite like a man
In 1963 one less Kennedy
And we were too young
To understand
Days and years pass
As stories are sung
Of what is a kind of plan
We accept this mantle
Of happenstance
Think and feel
As if we were young
We are women and men
We can't continue
To pretend like
Days of yesteryear
Walk quite like a woman
Walk quite like a man
In 1963 one less Kennedy
And we were too young
To understand
The sweep of events
have changed us
Are we just quite here
To bide time
That is so dear
Or do we quite remember
those men and women
We were of
Yesteryear
 
#35 ·
A lot of crickets here...ha!...WTH.

Quite Yesteryear

Walk quite like a woman
Walk quite like a man
In 1963 one less Kennedy
And we were too young
To understand
Days and years pass
As stories are sung
Of what is a kind of plan
We accept this mantle
Of happenstance
Think and feel
As if we were young
We are women and men
We can't continue
To pretend like
Days of yesteryear
Walk quite like a woman
Walk quite like a man
In 1963 one less Kennedy
And we were too young
To understand
The sweep of events
have changed us
Are we just quite here
To bide time
That is so dear
Or do we quite remember
those men and women
We were of
Yesteryear
 
#38 ·
I closed my eyes tears flowed down my face like a river dancing in my dreams I waited to cast fish where rising everywhere I picked the one fishing jumping in sequence my cast was true the fish lit up like a balloon jumping and smiling my line snapped my fly off in the thin air I woke the tears where gone and seemed so long before we can fish again
 
#40 ·
poetry during the quarantine

Just Like Me

Book cases and that trilogy
I have not read, waiting
For the time to spread
Into days , months and years
Ahead , waiting for what
Every day possesses a beautiful
Simple kind of happenstance
That is what I live for
Every day is new and
Every day is experiential
So with that comes a
Realization that completes me
The seasons pass and I anticipate
I obsess about that transition
Then I think what I have I done
In this life, Have I aspired enough?
Have I loved enough to be whole
Here is what I know, I was created
I lived and engaged, I interacted
And became who I am…
I can reflect all I want
Never change a thing
So I guess this is me
I am what I am, and
There will never be another
Just like me.
 
#41 ·
Sitting at home. As I look outside I want to jump in my truck and go for a ride. There is no where to go but I am not surprised so I drive I end up at a lake god knows why I think that I am going fishing i guess I’m just wishing But really I’m just missing It starts raining very hard I get out of my car 6000 fish they’ve gone to far where I am I lake ballinger and I didn’t even drive very far
 
#42 ·
Happiness

She gave me one last kiss
After the mask came off
It was a delayed reaction
With little satisfaction
Time and tide and
resistance, right there
in front and next to me
I remember that one last kiss
It is engrained to see
Unforgotten love
A long time direction
Made me realize
The cough of distraction
So she gave me
One last kiss
And said we are done
I will file tomorrow
And we will not be one
Time passes and through
reflection I realized I had
Someone hidden in me
That i knew from a long
Time ago that excited me
And made me feel whole
I was right , first loves
Are so true and real
No matter how
many many years pass
I am a lucky soul
That true love has come
Because i remember this
A sparkle of blonde hair
Lithe beauty and sensitive
Thoughtful and so shy
Like me, and makes me realize
We live a life of opportunity
Where we are aware
We can find love
For posterity
and happiness
In the now.
Happiness is grace
 
#43 ·
The One

My life has been a work
In progress of acceptance
Very little for chance
The breath of all of it
Was of happenstance
Chance and decisions
We dance through this life
Pirouette and bow
Knowing at last
That love was never found
To be true and real
Then the one glides into life
And emits a supreme light
Of glorious love at first sight
I take a stance
and find romance
So glorious and real
She walked in light
Shimmering bright
Like a jewel
A gem concealed
Shimmering bright
She blooms and flowers
And towers above all others
A visage of such great beauty
And heart that I should have known
From the start that she was the one
 
#44 ·
Head and Heart

Shadows fall on words
Muffled and obscure
My Intent of thoughts are
Well meaning and secure
In this head of mine
Yet I wonder if the time
Is right for the obtuse
And interpersonally sublime
Spontaneity is king
A royal slather on the wing
If no one cares or brings
A brief encounter or comment
What does any of it mean
Perhaps idiosyncrasy
A display of confusion and thought
Unhinged, unrelated to
the understanding of naught
This is a free for all
of words meant for all
To determine if sanity
Is for all thought
Words dance through
My head and heart
And convey in disarray
A kind of battle fought.
Head and heart
A kind of battle, fought
Endlessly...
 
#45 ·
Sunspots

Heavy is the sky
Dew bejeweled on high
Blazing with temerity
With spots bright
And before my eyes
Sunspot marks
Float like stars
A brief encounter
Incessant as
Nighttime lights
From blinding cars
Vaporous wraiths
Seem to dance
Sunspot sparks
invade my vision
An ocular incision
I am but a witness
For a brief moment
Sunspot sparks
mark my vision.
 
#46 ·
Earth and Light

Rotating thoughts
Around the axis
the meridian
Solar and lunar
Seem always there
A parade of shadows
A processional of
Quiet timing
We all know
The quest of time
Increments of
The sublime
Let’s observe
Shall we find
Analogy and truth
In that plein air
If we have
The nerve
To transcend
The literal
And linear
To break that
Barrier of
Channeled
Thought.
 
#47 ·
I have well over 1000 poems...I don't know why I write them other than for enjoyment and a whim...never published my poems...yet have collaborated with lyric writing and recorded them...a bit of play on air a tease once from a director of a cable Tv program..Richard and I gpot a wee bit excited by that...a check in the mail would have been nice in retirement...But WTH...those types of folks are flighty...Ha!
 
#50 ·
The Artists Prayer

What thought combines
An assembly of cacophony
So much to absorb
This tattered self
Observed around me
A prayer, a placation
Divestation of a vacation
From head and heart
A prayer of anything
Prose, poetry, song
Or creation of some
Divested throng of
Emotion and thought
Head and heart
Is that not a prayer?
A consummate collective
Asking for acceptance?
That is an Artists prayer
Through metaphor.


The Artists Studio

The sun looms large
Beyond the veil
Of leaves and limbs
Larger than one
Would assume
A sanctity of shade
Mottled light
The distinct evades
Brilliant and exuberant
All but interpretation
Nestled in comfort
The breeze exerts
And lingers, intuition
Bending the white paper
A breadth of elements
The blush of light
And thoughts iteration
For creations sake
Exposed face
Of brush and hand
Water and prose
Pigment and creative style
the artist knows
The studio is where
It is found
A comfortable haven
The studio is simple
Unbound by
Convention
We will never meet
In my studio
Unless you find me
In my quiet seat.
 
#51 ·
The Black Dog

By what do you measure a man's life?
perigee and apogee
The uneven orbit wavering through years
ebb, flow
zenith and nadir

Where did it begin?
in pools of boundless optimism
generations of momentous kindness
or the portals of despair

Who filled it?
loves, lives, lost
luck, laughter, light

in singular words
pharmacokinetic?
phantasmagoric?

When did it end?
when did it end
did it end
 
#54 ·
Harvest Moon...

The moon walks
Across the heaven
With measured steps
Careful and regular
As if wading through
Water and the mundane
Repeated light
Anticipated sight
The moon emerges
In it's stages
Man with hope
Of revealed sight
Helps us cope
With that tangible
Display above
Giving us meaning
Even in this
We look for some
Present, prescient
Indicator that
Makes us calm
And collected
Safe and sane
In heavens refrain
In display above
We need that
Primordial hug
Of comfort
That tells us
Through the cycles
Of life and effort
That the harvest moon
Is a punctuation
Of great meaning
A significance
A crescendo
And affirmation
That says to us
The harvest moon
Just defines time.

Anodyne

This place I live
inhabit the real
Green, beryline
Distance judged
by feel…
the sky sweats
occasionally
Annaline evidence
it seems to be
In the distance
seen in reverence
We have concern
There is no hope
For these…
this place I live
Once gentle and
and fine
No stress
It's fine
Anodyne
Sleep
Be calm
Be fine
Anodyne

Season's End

Lithe limbs bow
Toward the ground
At summers end
Fall comes calling
Without a sound
The air is chill
As rains come
At season's end
Winter is found
And light descends
Here we are
At the penumbral edge
Of chill light
Past summer's sun
As tree leaves bleed
And birds take wing
Announcing
Summer's end.

Spoken

January hope
March gain
Seasoned trust
Clouds refrain
Rains portent
Spoken taste
Spoken silent
Rivers face
Curtains rise
And fall again
before the sun
Finding us
A broken whole
Of seasonal trust
And we know
that months rust
We listen to
The seasons speak
Transitions proud
You can hear
The heat
See the clouds
Smell the summer
Hear the sun
Shining loud
The sun speaks
To earths clouds

I have written over 1500 poems
 
#56 ·
Poet



Words beguile me
Yet opens avenues
To reveal me
So what is with
This formative
masturbation?
A heart broken?
A spirit lifted?
Does each mind
Give what is gifted?
I don't know
I just open up
To the possibilities
Blooming incessantly
Toward calyx husk
Empty, or full
That impulsive pull
Self righteous
Or natal abilities
The poet plays
With a palette
Of semantics
Of the gestural
The sensitive
Or romantic
But then
The punch line
Poetry created
somehow
Keeps us sated
Fore it reveals
What we can't
In any other way
Self indulgence
Can be our own
Form of elegance...
 
#59 · (Edited)
The Sand Castle

We watched our fingers mold the sands
A castle strong and sculpted well
Began its growth from loving hands
To tower over barren lands
Where clams and crabs and sand fleas dwell.

The castles spires can't stand alone
Its drawbridge lowered long ago
The sunlight off the courtyard shone
As if of diamond not of stone
Yet I knew why it glistened so.

We left that castle soon that day
We did not want to see or know
That waves would wash white walls away and
Steal the sunshine from our play
We did not want to see or know....
 
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#60 ·
My youngest daughter and her partner bought their first house. I talked to her a while ago after listening to what they have been up to. An adventure apparently so I told her it would make a good story or poem.

Shallot

There is a time
In life to settle
Down and recline
Buy a house
A home of your own
And nestle in
Wouldn't that be fine
We bought a chalet
Just the other day
It needs some
Work and we
Saw the sign
Just how much?
Nestled in the wood
oh and we are
doing just fine
Then today and another
The days pass
We decided on a name
For this cracked
Shell of surprise
As layers are peeled
And before our eyes
One thing after another
To our surprise
It was a good deal
But then we feel
That shallot will be
Our abode
As layers unfold
So "Shallot" is it's name
When and if
We are done
Tending to the layers
We have begun
I think over time
We will be wiser
For all the fun
We have had.
 
#61 ·
With Intimacy

Where were you my friend?
Lost in a mist… you didn't intend
We met upon a flying carpet…
On a breath of wind… that never ends

Hands held clasped in surrender
On this trapeze sighs the wind
A chance meeting a pleasant surprise
And there you were…. before my eyes

Now we share our time once again in such a casual way
We breath… we laugh… and we talk together… with so much to say
So take my hand and walk with me
As our hearts touch each other…with intimacy

this is a song in collaboration with Crane...just off the soundboard...a bit of dolby added...

 
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