https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/Those of you who consider me a firebrand in the News and Politics section will be surprised at this side of me. May you find light, beauty, laughter and inspiration in these poems.hourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/588571FIREWORKS IN COASTAL FOG, CRESCENT CITY, CALIFORNIA A distant boom, A streak of fire up into the night, then gone, lost in the fog that hangs over the coast. The shell bursts, loud report, clouds glow briefly in the colors of the fire they try in vain to hide like the fog of this world trying to...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/588345DREAMING OF CATCH IN THE CANDLESTICK PARK OUTFIELD A door opens: And I’m on the centerfield warning track at Candlestick in the heyday of Mays and McCovey. This cannot be – I am as I am now, middle aged, dressed like this; these heroes are old men, and only football is played here now. Neither is...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/586389SCATTERED CLOUDS, CLEARING BY AFTERNOON He paints the clouds with a delicate wordbrush, speaking them into being across the blue canvas sky. ©T. Patrick Berryhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/583566POET’S FRUSTRATION Love, the great inspiration of poets everywhere, has come to me; but, alas, the time that love devours for its good and growth fills my hours, keeping me from capturing those mighty words that portray her glories and joys. ©T. Patrick Berryhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/582816WRITER’S BLOCK Poetry is a vehicle for God. It is time for the vehicle to travel. God waits for me to find the keys. I know they’re here somewhere. ©T. Patrick Berryhttps://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/582618This came to me from a friend. The original was untitled, except as given. New Christmas Poem TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS, HE LIVED ALL ALONE, IN A ONE BEDROOM HOUSE MADE OF PLASTER AND STONE. I HAD COME DOWN THE CHIMNEY WITH PRESENTS TO GIVE, AND TO SEE JUST WHO IN THIS HOME DID LIVE. I...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/581275EARLY MAY THUNDERSTORM In silent meditation I sat, strangely aware of the greatness of Your power. Then I walked outside to behold it in the dusk: in the splendor of the clouds, in the fading red sunset, in the silent flashes of sheet lightning playing low in the eastern and northern skies like...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/580203THRESHOLD Looking over the edge of today, watching yesterdays recede into then like the statures of childhood, sizes we can never again be, all that we once were that we shall be no more, stripped of was, waiting for the robes of will be, we stand, naked, gazing in wonder as future emerges...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/576843REPAYING A KINDNESS The mission, midnight. Poets in the car. One homeless, needs ride. Turn here? Where are we? Red signal not seen except by police on cross street. More lights. License? Insurance? Officer takes both. Police radio calling him away strides back – no ticket, be careful. Yes,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/WriterofLight2831/576698HAIKU # 73 – SIGN AT AN INVESTMENT BROKER’S OFFICE Sign in the window: “Yield to maturity.” Aw, do I have to? ©T. Patrick Berry