Wednesday, June 29, 2011


A three hour nap engulfed me;
The sun had passed me by…
The purr of the furnace constant,
This whole winter thru July.

Many lodge a quiet complaint,
Starving, depressed, some  insane…
Christians look  towards the heavens,
Eyes blinking, burning from rain.

The farmer’s crops are failing;
No sun and the death of bees…
The ten percent with the money,
Get one minute to eat what they please.

Bummer Dudes…

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

The Continuum of Time

Life is but a second
In the Continuum of time…
The universe holds no record,
Of your short life, or mine.

Cameras capture a moment,
A memory pulled from the dark…
Before time loses the lovers kiss,
Or the man reading in the park.

GIF credits: Jamie Beck e Kevin Burg – Cinemagraphs

The Riddle of my Life

I start the evening with eight good friends.
One by one, I watch each fall,
Yet I find a peace in their passing
Knowing each has answered their call.

The first few give me courage,
The next boost me ten feet tall,
My final friends convince me,
I can sleep well, forgiving all.

Sunday, June 19, 2011

Moving Train

My life stowed away on the moving Train,
I caught a brief glimpse of the track…
Past decades and towns till, I saw in a mirror,
No more stations and no turning back.

Over farmlands and asphalt I traveled,
Schedules left me no time to pack…
The view out the window is blurring,
The colors, fading to black.

GIF credits: Jamie Beck e Kevin Burg – Cinemagraphs

Saturday, June 18, 2011


Some grapes that grow each season,
Ferment and age into fine wine…
The unpicked harvest in the sun,
Turns to raisins on the vine.

Fresh plums and humans past their spring,
Shrivel, after one too many moons…
No longer marketed as “fresh”,
We’re repackaged now as Prunes.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Dying Tree

I mourned the now dead apricot,
It’s death seemed so unfair
Until a tufted tit mouse
Built her nest in there.

This year there are no blossoms;
Just string and grass and such,
And tiny little bird eggs
So fragile to the touch.

How lucky buzzing chainsaws
Never reached the rotting girth,
This hollow stump of dying trunk
Gives such a wonderous birth!

There is no fruit upon the ground
But life takes to the air!
In bark decaying and dying,
There’s new life everywhere.

Monday, June 6, 2011

I told you so!

Weiner mystery solved, and it was right under our nose.
For a Democrat, he leaned a little to the right, but he wasn't big enough to tell the truth!
Now back to my gardening.
Lobelia is a great addition to any hanging basket.

Friday, June 3, 2011

The Validation of Time

So many idols of my youth
Are writing biographical books…
Flying decades under the radar,
Now catching respectable looks.

Chapter one, school in the fifties,
Antique cars, shock values we contrived…
Controversial projects,
Now are mainstream; we survived.

Patti Smith’s a five-star author,
Warhol has fifty years of fame…
Kerouac’s pulled off the road,
But the world knows his name.

Artistic rebels and free spirits,
Risked reputations way back then…
Chapter Sixty of my life,
Is dedicated to these men