Category: poetry

In a world

It may come Once in a life, Or twice, in as many, It’s your guess That a sign from above Or, within with no pity Tweaks cords from heavens Realm, Unto you Or within, you To say Times Gone Blue! Oh my Whatever has happened to me To you Wherever I roam I’ll sit And watch Otis’s Tide Roll, ROLL,… Read more →


There’s something kinda special, Resting in a glen Holding a novel Reading now and again There’s something kinda special, Reading in a glen Resting a weary mind Living in pages, turned Again and again There’s something more special, Than resting in a glen Reading a stories lines It’s hearing a hidden train’s engine Roar and roar and roar Saying come… Read more →

Would you

Would you kick a ball into piled leaves? Knowing your neighbors would likely be, very displeased Would you stomp, a puddle In new sneakers too Knowing Mom might have something to say about breaking her rule Would you run in the rain? Down a slippery mountains side Leaping over boulders Avoiding curious goats eyes Would you smoke? Behind the shed… Read more →

May I

May I rest? In the breast Of a lover’s chest One I know One of a warm glow Where -she- restoreth my soul And may I sleep within the depths? Of times lived best And will I test the shores? Of evermore Flying high into nights And days Filled with, long-gone Read more →

What plagues us is, Seems to me Holding in-animates to blame For Animates failed dreams I think, then it’s sure to be– What fires the gun comes from ego’s disease A finger for, frustrations chore A thumb to help, angers pressures melt An eye to see, lost and hopeless dreams Despair is held with what’s left on an assassin’s quivering… Read more →


  Tribunal:   Did you see the glass?   Of streams that met   Into rivers of laughs?     Aye     Did you see your lass?   Running through fields of unbroken wheat and grass?     Aye     Did your pulse rise?   Did it temp passions life?   Was it all you thought?   And… Read more →

River of Hope

On the river of hope I floated my dream Raw and exposed It meant What was seen   On the river of hope Came a thought To me Is there time left? For the thread of angels Too save me   On the river of hope Rests a man’s last child One of different colors One that exists In time… Read more →


Time Time to go home Time to get ready Ready for a long seasons end   Time To see them again They wait Wait for me And so does she   She who is most of all, most of me She, me and long I’ve been without thee Will I see? Will the calm be?   Will she know me… Read more →

Does it burn

Does it burn   The land beneath your feet?   Does the heart of heart   Weaken strong legs, that know no sleep?     Does the chore   Of climbing mountains unheard   Make the grit of grinding teeth   Speak to one’s fleeting peace?     Oh so do I live with you   If in fact I’m… Read more →