Gift

What she got
Was what could
Not be bought

It Happens

Rain falls
Wind blows
Mind wanders
I suppose
Light fades
Time flows
Can’t remember
So it goes
Tomorrow
Never knows...

End Of March

Spring breeze
White pink petal snow
Falling from cherry trees

Sweden’s Curse

How much do I hate shopping,
Let me count the ways,
Foot tired and trapped
In the IKEA maze...

Early In March

Late winter Yokosuka
A green bush abides
Down among its stalks
A Daffodil hides

AM

Slumber harbor
Four thirty AM null
Wake up
Cries the gull

Ungiven Gift

Waiting on the holy thing we’ve
Worshiped from years ago,
Nothing has been sent, but
When it comes we will know...

Hard To Ignore

Worry never disappears because
It pushes a button in the brain
Marked: "Buzz"

Calendar Magic?

Way back when, some genius thought
To give each day a name,
Labeling the revolutions which
Seemed too much the same,
Too anonymous, ephemeral,
And so in those times of old,
The names were assigned to
Harness what can't be controlled...

Fleeting Glory

Game-ending minutes

Feeling excited and tense

But it will all evaporate

A few hours hence

Veterans Hospital

Old, fat, in peace,
He thinks back on the war
Knows that things haven’t changed,
Wonders what it was for,
All that desperate bloody
Effort holds no meaning anymore...

Driving In Low Gear

The under-appreciated joy of
Being deliberately lazy,
Gliding through a slow day’s
Minutes, unfocused and hazy,
No need for drugs,
It’s just a natural high
Being able to love
Each moment which goes by...

Somewhere North Of Damascus

Refugee center destroyed during
Government forces advance
Lost souls whisper “We had no
Choice, we never had a chance”
Ghosts in the rubble where the
Toxic war flames dance...

Agincourt

Unhorsed, shot with arrows,
I lie in the mud and bleed,
Curse the English, and watch
The crows descend to feed...

Glittering knights, the glory
Of France, lie broken in piles,
Mud-metal, gore, and noble names
On the list the Reaper files...

In The Shadows

Wait until the dark
Arrives where light has been
That’s when the special
Things can begin...

Numb

Drifting in the void
Caused by
Love destroyed

Nature’s Call

Spring wind today
And out on the bay
Visitors from the North
Tern and Loon
Will be leaving soon...

Prometheus

Here I sit, chained to the granite,
Yeah, it's me, the fire-giver,
Waiting for a day's eagle
To fly down and eat my liver,
The inevitable pain, repeated
Every bloody afternoon,
On a god's orders, and I
Bear it all until I swoon
Into a dream, where men
Of Earth sooth and embrace,
Warm me with the gentle
Heat of their fireplace...

Above The Seaside Picnic Ground

Mistaking it for meat,
Seahawk goes free-fall,
Dive-bombing on
A bouncing tennis ball,
Then swoops back up,
Disappointment, fright,
Almost colliding
With a kite...

Dry

Drizzly parking lot

Glistening and flat

Underneath a car

A sleeping cat...