Opinion

What cause brings out the human;

for most days are filled with opinionated arguments

to fortify positions on beliefs and such

but when our lives explode about what was considered normal

and bodies are then strewn around like ragdolls tossed… Read full post »

Stirring The Coals

I thought I heard you call to me amongst the daily noise

and for a half of moment I felt of the greatest joys

then realized it was a dream; a wish that I might once more see… Read full post »

Brown Bag Connoisseur

The style of fine dining comes to mind

and the perfect brasserie

has the ambiance you’ll find

where lighting, neither dark or bright

will stage a meal so,

that great sensations rise from china… Read full post »

A Fowl Death

An indigo bunting fell to the earth;

one small bird in a world so large

as I pondered on its very worth

then after a… Read full post »

The Thoughts We Carry With Us

What truly do we own

but the thoughts we carry with us

and should they sour or stagnation set in

then what of the ability to think,

thus stopping the process of the miracle… Read full post »

In A World Of My Own

Mine is a limited photography of words, painting what I see

oceans in raindrops often come to me

pillars of community appear like ancient ruins

and the music I would write hides somewhere in such tunes… Read full post »

I Saved A Tear

In long reflection there were tears

and so I save just one

for each time that my eyes relieved

the pain within my heart;

I saved a tear for my first scrape

which caused my knee… Read full post »

Passing Through

Nothing left of yesterday but memories;

fallen petals down a stream called time.

Places where we’ve been, hold little that remains

of evidence we passed that way at all,

no more than faded echoes of some footsteps… Read full post »

Birds Of A Feather

A rainbow of songbirds dance under the feeder

they all seem as equals without any leader

one goal for them all is to share in the seed

common amongst them this general need

It leads… Read full post »

A Friendly Dream

One night I dreamt I lost my friends

and searched the places I had been.

I looked in my old neighborhood

then wandered through the park;

I paged through all the years I’ve lived,

I stumbled through… Read full post »

Green

As much as I love stone

and winter’s chilling shoulder

I also have a certain thing

that heightens at the thought of spring

when the world begins to dream

in varied shades of green.

 … Read full post »

An Average Way

There are such times when all things are just so

no better no worse than we have come to know

we tend to our lives in an average way

we spend off the hours of another day

we… Read full post »

Sheep

I weep for the way we’re led

like sheep to the slaughter

but always fed;

some kind of bull is on the plate,

makes a soul regurgitate;

makes me wonder who we are

“Stay in line… Read full post »

The Pecan Tree

Within my hand I hold

a pecan in shell

preserved so very well

from past autumn harvest

through this winter, cold

and I have pondered planting it

somewhere upon the land.

Now I… Read full post »

Normalizing The New

Beyond belief lies mystery 

for it strains the mind 

much like a substance 

which escapes the reason of captivity 

eluding the hand of holding it 

like reality captured

thus understood 

and filed away as a fact.

Such things… Read full post »

The Arteries Of City Blocks

Alleys always accessed worlds which lay between

the places that were comfortable 

and new lands once unseen

but they beaconed us 

like ancient siren’s songs 

drawing us through passages 

where children seldom saw

and when we r… Read full post »

Funeral Flowers

I’ve thought about those funeral flowers

taken from their home,

gathered for a sad occasion

as a gift of beauty,

at a time when grief weighs heavily

and wonder do they know their purpose;

art… Read full post »

Seriously Speaking

When serious takes the stage

a hush besets the audience

and focus is a prime result

creating an atmosphere where

delivery finds its address

however

there are some who miss the cue

remaining in a… Read full post »

If I Was A Tire

If I was a tire

I’d have kissed a few curbs,

treaded country roads,

found some made of mud;

others better off .

Enjoyed an asphalt ribbon,

warm and freshly laid,

over… Read full post »

If The Earth Could Speak (and it does)

Walk light upon this surface;

move carefully to plant your steps

for soon this earth you have enjoyed

as well as desecrated,

will take notice of your lack of care;

beware!… Read full post »

Closets

Within our rooms are closets;

those rooms within a room

where things are stored we just might need;

a memory or two,

a baseball glove or ballet shoes,

a clipping from the daily news,

and all these things sometime… Read full post »

The Green Canvas

Laughter floats a few feet higher than

the green canvas

where a child plays

in a world we cannot know,

for the door was closed so many years ago

when we discovered things we’d see;… Read full post »

The Longer Road

At times we take the longer road

for not but time allowed

such things be seen which had been lost

at the expedited path to rush

but when we rest within the day

enjoying all it… Read full post »

Homeless In Death

What remains when the homeless dies

who brings dignity to those silent eyes

who takes responsibility that they find their peace

who digs the grave

who cries for them

who sings a song unto eternity.

 … Read full post »

Song Of Eyes

Within your eyes I see your life

and all accomplishments

then failures,

for they too form the notes

of each one’s song;

a melody so woven

it cannot be repeated… Read full post »