Poems and things

Lukewarm Solitude

In the lukewarm solitude of my mind

Sitting alone and staring blind

Enveloped numb by the fear of life

Frozen solid by its constant strife

My body aches over the gaping issues

With tears long gone, absorbed in tissues

Yet resolution is far from near

As my heart beats on another year

I linger on the joys of youth

Then I’m slapped again by the daily truth

I sit and ponder the good and bad

Giggling some, then turning sad

Watching children struggle as they learn to play

Then suddenly, old age calls me away

To an aging process that seems unfair

But is the only means to get me where

My destiny and my choices meet

Then the infamous maker, I will surely greet

So in my lukewarm solitude as I blankly stare

My best reflection is a life of care.

The last years of my life you see

Can be the ones to make me free

Eternal rest or eternal strife

Are merely reflections of a life

The rights, the wrongs, the indecision

Become one thing with no revision

This verse right here is proof enough

To attempt to show I had the stuff

To leave a word for my fellow being

To show, I searched for some greater meaning

But I know the search is only that

Till its over, we just sit pat.

So I’ll end this verse with a tear in my eye

And say to you, just go out and try.

Forfeit

We have given up our morals

For money

We have anesthetized our minds

For vice

We borrowed our future

For now

We have turned a corner on justice

For safety

We have humiliated our idols

for spite

We have closed our eyes

For ease

We have forfeited our lives

For naught

forfeit

And lose

The end

The perfect spot

To Rita

If you stand in the right spot, nature can soothe every sense.

Breezes can warm and cool the skin.

Fragrances can please and tickle the nose.

The sky and landscape can marvel the eyes and fill the heart

The sound of silence can sing aloud-just listen

The summation of all can consume the mind in a place no better.

All it takes is one spot and the right frame of mind.

Try it

When vision meets desire GF 02/02/05

When the moment of inspiration

Sparks the torch of dedication

Things happen

At Gettysburg, the words were few

A haiku says it all

Enough is enough

What combination of creation and

Fascination makes the treasures

We seek?

The lifting of deeds to legend and

Words to immortality are mysterious

To me – and you

The calculation is precise, the technique

Honed are not enough to predict

The art we strive for

The value of our souls

The reflection of our minds

Blend as we view

The great

Our spine straightens

Our hair stands at attention

In the presence of

The real

Yet all the power,

All the Capital

Cannot make the

Pure and unique

It comes when it comes

It lasts forever

We live for it

We die achieving it

I bow to it.

A Steady Retreat

The horns cry out

The call to arms

The war has just begun

Defend the right!

The call to all to drum

We will prevail!

They fight until their death

We’ll fight again!

The horns cry out...

Once more

Yellow fuzz

Yellow fuzz tingled

The air coated half

Still - motionless - decent

The lower half fell

Breeze pushed past as

Yellow fuzz tingled

The string mesh whooshed

Struck – center sweet

The elastic strings

Kissed in compression

Yellow fuzz tingled

The tumbled orb flew

Rushed across – down

The bottom line hit

Bounced - scuffed up - returned

Yellow fuzz tingled

The point was made

Love – 30

tick-tock

tick-tock that tacky time
as I sit here creating rhyme
tick-tock that timeless time
as I sit here spending mine
tick-tock that incessant time
as I sit here defending mine
tick-tock that curious time
as I sit here thinking all is fine
tick-tock that waning time
as I sit here alone with mine
tick-tock that fleeting time
as I sit here wanting more to mine
tick-tock that precious time
as I sit here creating one more rhyme
tick-tock that tacky time

Happiness is there, always

. A pair of smiling faces bounced up into view, then disappeared. Giggling pajama bodies jumped up and down inside the third-story brick-framed window. Christmas lights twinkled behind them. Sticky hands pushed up onto the cold, wet window, and two faces smiled out as steam rose past waiting cars on the slick street below. They bounced and pointed, laughed and wiggled, unaware of the Salvation Army bell that clanged through the rainy night air as people rushed by. The traffic honked, the cherubs played, a priceless game in the single window. The old building housed the homeless. It looked warm and inviting that night. The traffic light turned green. I drove on.

Merry Christmas to all and to all a good night

GF
01
05

Was that?

Was that my life I saw fleeting by as though it was going somewhere?

Was that me chasing after it as though it mattered?

Was that the feeling I get when my life gets away from me?

Was that the pause I take as I look into the distance?

Was that the smile I crack when I realize it’s OK?

Was that the line I wrote to document the moment?

Yup, It was.

No date

But today is

Just read it

All alone in bed

All alone, I sit in bed

Nightstand filled with things once read

I ponder over things I’ve said

Wishing, in short, to be dead

The distance is closer

The distance is closer, the past closer too

The present is far away

Each moment a beaten moment

Each day is an expired day

Drive is overrated

Ambition can be robbed

Left with sighs and lethargy

Raped of ideas, tricked by authority

Negative, yes, negative

I am positive.

Social Upheaval

Social upheaval is continual

But it is also sporadic in terms of impact and intensity.

The masses only rise when conditions are so unbearable that a willingness to endure the reprimand is acceptable.

Yet the contented few remain that way only fleetingly and cause unrest due to the discomfort with complacency.

The most significant change occurs when these classes and forces combine. The miserable are angry, and the status quo is boring.

They befriend change, and it has its way with them.

The little folk

Are every folk

We all are small at heart

Our visions large

Our desires strong

Most will fall behind

The tragedy of a faltered pace

The lost dream of youthful gate

The little folk

Are we all

We reflect ourselves in spirit

Our common plight

Ur shared ignorance

Most must ignore it

The rest endure it

Is our fate final

The little folk

Are among us all

We are they

Our brothers and our sisters

Our sorrow shared

Most live on despite it

The end is always present

Is this where we live

The little folk are every folk

Subtle Suicide

He ate too much

Drank at will

Missed the curfew

Ignored the advice

The warnings were there

Puffing fags

Winded after walks

Restless during sleep

Worried but why

A slow process

Meaningless job

Ambition spent

dreams abandoned

The end is near

Sloth and sarcasm

Time blasted time

The wait was over

No happy ending

The end

Sly Destiny

The fates and free will

A debate as long as thought

Is all circumscribed or random

Are we led or free range

The vision is open

The vision is clear

Directed or unattended

Sly destiny

The future and the past

A debate from here to there

Is all around us real or not

Are we part of apart

The view is dim

The view is blocked

Directed – yes – no

Sly destiny

You are that

Laughter – Laughter

As the laughter died down

He thought of the next prepared line

Delivery was everything

The show was a hit

Twenty cities in a month

Laughs galore

Reviews a hit

History repeats

His father was a hit

No word from his Mom

She got the news, clipped it

Her boy was doing great

She hoped his Dad would flop

The crowd replaced all

The laughter filled the needs

Laughter ah laughter

Birth

Potential

Of sperm and egg

Of nature and nurture

Of experience and desire

Of luck and chance

Of will and force

Of genes and circumstance

Of life and experience

Death

Potential

A cycle

Anon

A few feet away

His hand quivered as he

Looked into the windows of Tiffany’s

At first, no one noticed him

Then his sad, sincerely sad look caught the patrons

Looking around at the glitter and gold and

Then his rages and ruin

A policeman was moving him on

They could see the silent berating

Then he was gone and

They went back to the business of shopping

one Christmas

A Happy One

A little burp rather than a giggle

The baby is so cute

A smile and a cooing coo

The baby is adorable

A loaded diaper, then a content look

The baby is so needy

Held and cuddled securely

The baby is so safe