Not knowing how she feels
Or where best to start
How about trying a
Double-click on her heart
See what that reveals
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
Thursday, December 11, 2014
It's All Relative
It seems clear to me
That one man's success
Is another's mediocrity,
More or less,
Caught between
To be and
Not to be...
That one man's success
Is another's mediocrity,
More or less,
Caught between
To be and
Not to be...
Tuesday, December 9, 2014
Traffic Control
Detour, Do Not Enter,
No Stopping, One Way,
These road signs on the
Face of my wife today...
No Stopping, One Way,
These road signs on the
Face of my wife today...
A Version Of Wisdom
All good things come to them that wait,
Unless you wait too long,
In which case, the saying's wrong...
Unless you wait too long,
In which case, the saying's wrong...
Monday, December 8, 2014
Ballet Of The Fallen
Leaves, red, yellow, and brown,
Lifted by the breeze climb
Up, spin, twirl, and drop in
A dance both subtle and sublime.
Lifted by the breeze climb
Up, spin, twirl, and drop in
A dance both subtle and sublime.
Saturday, December 6, 2014
Is This All There Is?
Pleasure received, and felt,
For a moment, maybe minutes,
Rarely hours, all of it dealt
Out, randomly, by an invisible
Hand, in uneven measure,
We hanker for the feel good
Fuel of our limited leisure...
For a moment, maybe minutes,
Rarely hours, all of it dealt
Out, randomly, by an invisible
Hand, in uneven measure,
We hanker for the feel good
Fuel of our limited leisure...
Looner, Lunar?
Spectacularly full, mysterious
Bright moon, in a cold night's sky,
Disappearing and dancing with
Ghostly clouds the wind blows by,
That your magic light turns some
Into wolves, I now know why...
Bright moon, in a cold night's sky,
Disappearing and dancing with
Ghostly clouds the wind blows by,
That your magic light turns some
Into wolves, I now know why...
Friday, December 5, 2014
Before A Battle On Socotra
Fear not, what deadly comes,
For meet again shall we,
Wounded but alive, under
The Dragon's Blood Tree...
For meet again shall we,
Wounded but alive, under
The Dragon's Blood Tree...
TMI
More books being written than
I will have time to read,
More information being pushed
Than I will ever need,
Ones and zeroes race,
In a mindless, endless, stampede...
I will have time to read,
More information being pushed
Than I will ever need,
Ones and zeroes race,
In a mindless, endless, stampede...
Science Fiction
Cursed with being able to imagine
Inter-galactic travel, yet we remain
Utterly unable to do it, still the idea
Lives, as long as dreams sustain...
Inter-galactic travel, yet we remain
Utterly unable to do it, still the idea
Lives, as long as dreams sustain...
Skinship
Wrapped in a hug, and holding
Close to the beating heart
Of another ... true peace for
An instant, before we part.
Close to the beating heart
Of another ... true peace for
An instant, before we part.
Atmospheric Splendor
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Survival
Song birds busily gather seed,
On the winter-brown ground,
Each and every one they will need,
To survive the cold, and chills,
Of an arctic wind which kills.
On the winter-brown ground,
Each and every one they will need,
To survive the cold, and chills,
Of an arctic wind which kills.
Where The Heart Is
Stepping off the jet, and
Realizing the place I'm in
Is home, but at the same
Time utterly foreign,
A place to hang my hat
As the planets spin...
Realizing the place I'm in
Is home, but at the same
Time utterly foreign,
A place to hang my hat
As the planets spin...
Letter From Syria
At some point, we realized it was not going to
Happen, despite all efforts, prayers, hoping and
The future somehow got cancelled by the past,
By an energy, dull, dark, and dystopian...
Happen, despite all efforts, prayers, hoping and
The future somehow got cancelled by the past,
By an energy, dull, dark, and dystopian...
Monday, November 17, 2014
Felis Catus
The cat patrols around the
House, on stealthy paws,
Always watching, it acts
According to its own laws,
Allows itself to be petted,
While hiding its claws.
The cat relaxes, purring,
Sits on the windowsill,
But its eyes always search
For something to kill.
House, on stealthy paws,
Always watching, it acts
According to its own laws,
Allows itself to be petted,
While hiding its claws.
The cat relaxes, purring,
Sits on the windowsill,
But its eyes always search
For something to kill.
Saturday, November 15, 2014
Prime Minister's Hammer
Despite mounds of problems
Yet to be debated, or solved,
The rulers have declared
Their government dissolved...
No matter what those in
The opposition cry, or say,
Power wielded tactically,
Cynically,
In a parliamentary way...
Monday, November 10, 2014
Hermit Priest 山伏
Meditating on top of a rock,
In the rarefied mountain air,
Silently searching for
A god that's not really there.
Stubbornly and patiently,
The hungry, tired, ascetic
Maintains a lonely vigil,
Hoping to become prophetic.
In the rarefied mountain air,
Silently searching for
A god that's not really there.
Stubbornly and patiently,
The hungry, tired, ascetic
Maintains a lonely vigil,
Hoping to become prophetic.
1914-1918
Armed men, dying in muddy trenches,
Leaving their loved ones in sadness,
All of it caused by imponderable,
Lethal, European political madness,
The Somme, Paschendale, Verdun,
Soaked in the blood of luckless boys,
Torn apart by World War One...
Leaving their loved ones in sadness,
All of it caused by imponderable,
Lethal, European political madness,
The Somme, Paschendale, Verdun,
Soaked in the blood of luckless boys,
Torn apart by World War One...
Sunday, November 9, 2014
Saturday, November 8, 2014
November
Green turned to yellow,
Then to brown, then lost,
Plants shrivel and adjust
To the falling frost.
Then to brown, then lost,
Plants shrivel and adjust
To the falling frost.
Friday, November 7, 2014
Generational
Grandchild, considered for a moment,
Summons an unspoken recognition
Of one's continuance, and at the same
Time, one's gray-haired condition,
New life and old life, passing the baton,
In a never-ending cycle and transition.
Summons an unspoken recognition
Of one's continuance, and at the same
Time, one's gray-haired condition,
New life and old life, passing the baton,
In a never-ending cycle and transition.
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