Alee

Most people take refuge from the sun,
Hiding under a large shade tree…
Where ignorance grows as a thick green moss,
On the shady side, most alee.

Now ships sail safe in the doldrums,
No discovery, or historical finds…
Men grow another ring in their bark;
Tall trees with no measurable minds.

Celluloid Moons

What a batch of lies I’ve lived,
Influenced by celluloid shit…
Heroes, love, a happy long life;
Contrived in a Hollywood script.

The laughter today; the full moon,
Walking my dog on the beach tonight…
Almost tempered the cruelest hoax:
As seen in the silver screen’s light.

Tornado

Time gathers years like tornados,
Tossing memories and friends to the ground.
Desperately, I grasp the still swirling dust,
Making sense of life’s lost and found.

Tossed words become puzzle pieces,
Rebuilding old poems I’ve penned,
A part of me must survive the storm
Not to shred or fade in the wind.

Erosion

I held for years my sacred soil,
Felt it slip through youthful hands,
I explored the larger universe,
Settling later, in distant lands.

New experiences added value
To my resume and self worth.
Now I’ve totaled the final score;
I so miss that original earth.