I have documented my daily life in poetry for over fifty years. It is only now that my knowledge of technology has met my ability to pursue this medium. It is all too overwhelming as I approach 60 years of age in an instant. Enjoy the ride and put your seat belt on...I am starting from now! To see an earlier decade, the link is: http://www.pioneernet.net/doge/index.htm
Sunday, April 25, 2010
Since you Asked About the Island
You inquired if I am happy now.
I am, but yet, I weep often.
I’ve seen people, kind deeds and miracles,
Fade away, though I haven’t forgotten.
I find the more beauty I witness,
The more people and pets I befriend…
The higher the level of sorrow,
The larger the loss in the end.
R8 D O FLYR
Saturday, April 24, 2010
Pelican
Remnants
Sometimes I hear my heart pounding;
Last sign of life in this abode…
Like a driver’s foot still vibrating,
Long after he’s left the road.
Sometimes I feel pure elation,
A joyous ghost within the room…
Your voice, speaking through the smile,
Long before your exit too soon.
Sometimes I see my friends in dreams,
Vibrant and still in their prime…
Then sobriety emphasizes,
Their disappearance; absorbed by time.
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
The Acme of My Everything
After a month’s vacation,
I returned to my home on the cliff…
Felled by the mixed emotions,
What sent this dream so adrift?
I have never lived in such beauty,
Six years longer than my childhood home…
Surrounded by envied possessions,
Self applause, as I stand alone.
Why the intrepedation,
Returning to my home again?
Why is this very core of my being,
The source of so much conflict and pain?
This is where I realized my dreams.
Found love, success and the truth…
Marked time, aged and closed chapters
Buried loved ones and also my youth.
Then suddenly I realized
This is where I hid from time…
The house alas, did fail me;
Scars and wrinkles are all mine.
Friday, April 9, 2010
K-9 Grafiti
I met up with a man at Agate State beach,
That I had observed walking circles around the parking lot
On a daily basis. I wanted to ask him how much he weighed before,
This exercise routine.
It turned out we had the same heart procedures …
He was following the rules and walking two miles a day.
He suggested I join him in the routine. Misery does love company.
I met up with him and we started walking laps.
There was a problem however. I had Otis with me.
Otis did not care about time or distance or exercise;
His only concern was pissing on each and every blade of grass
Along each square foot of the path.
Naturally I was upset. I lost not only a new friend,
But a chance to meet my health needs while actually having fun.
I looked at Otis and thought about his betrayal of our bond.
I felt absolutely helpless… worse because he knew it.
Driving home I reduced myself to his level.
I vindictively thought, we needed to go to the city.
There I would stop to spray paint my name
On every store front facade as Otis waited…
Without a blade of green grass in sight.
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Drought
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