Sunday, September 23, 2007
The Lake, Illustrated
The Lake A place to get away To watch… the wind whisper through the trees as geese honk, announcing their arrival. A place to drop a line and contemplate the mists rising from the early morning water. Here there are no cell-phones. Here there is no internet. No TV. The calm interrupted only by the...
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Tuesday, September 18, 2007
Ever notice?
Words Running Around Looking like a poem? Any rhyme They Call Hoem? Simple worlds masquerading as universal truth? Like candy irritating a rotten tooth Rooted out by the floss of logic. Moments Shining So brilliantly The sun blushes Then runs behind a cloud. Words Pretending To mean something...
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Saturday, September 15, 2007
An ovoid speculation
There is an egg on my plate It could have been a chicken But now hardboiled I think it’s too late.
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Saturday, September 1, 2007
A rhyme like time.
Tick The day is over, or is it? Little pieces come back to haunt. Things that need finished or polished. Or re-done completely. Tock The night is here. Or is it? Dark the sun goes down. Yet the dishes from lunch sit in the sink a dirty bunch. The clock Struck Us all. Sneaking down the hall thinking...
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Sunday, August 19, 2007
Inside, I cry
I am a doctor. The expectant mother is about to deliver. The sweating, straining and months her body has been forming a new life are almost over then The fetal monitor flashes an ominous warning. We have no heartbeat just as the head crowns the baby is delivered the wrong color - blue and still...
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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
A re-run a little early, but it's COMING to a life near you.
A dream beckoned. I crawled into a dream, it was warm and comfy, I think I had been there before and as I snuggled in the real world began to disappear it was all beauty here no nasty people, nothing to fear. I licked an ice cream cone made from the sweet parts of life until my tongue became the...
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Wednesday, August 8, 2007
Damn you Jim Morrison
Every priest. Every nun. Every person who has had their share of intoxicated, chemically driven fun. Whether the high road was The high road of spirituality, or the road of an illicit high. They all lead to the same place- Bye-and-Bye No matter how You scratch and claw. Whether You were hated by...
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Monday, July 16, 2007
Burning summer
Summer fires linger out where I can’t see them Their smoke colors the horizon a lead-blue, Heavy and reeking it finds me Until the sun sets And scorches the clouds deep red Blood of the trees destroyed Making tears in the eyes of the sun As once again nature makes mere men Look like wimps.
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Sunday, July 8, 2007
A roadmap for life
What if life Came with a roadmap? Would it show the way To success? Without going to excess? Would true happiness lie Next to the river of truth Or around the bend From total failure? If we knew where that line Between dedication and obsession Was drawn in the sand Could we then choose not to cross...
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Sunday, June 24, 2007
Of honey bees and stripper’s knees
The honey bees are dying, Does anyone care? Strippers have knees, Does anyone know They’re there?
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