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As I

As I roam 

Around the way,

From birth to death

And all that came,

Between the goal posts, of a writers mess

I stumbled on this,

And that, you see

But most of all

My time with you

That made me mostly blue

But red and green

And happier then, I’ve ever been

So let’s

Just say

Birth is just a lonely day

And death is just

A new day

And lucky I am

To have had it all

I say…

This Page

Gets looked at by many near and far though no one declares who they are.

It pleases me people visit and enjoy the free looks. However everyone takes/looks etc my work but with no thanks or comments. Why? Shy? Don’t be ridiculous. It’s art and in the eye of the beholder.

I have not decided to close this website down, yet. However I am leaning toward doin so if most visiting don’t have the courtesy to say that they have. There’s a contact form. Please use it, whomever you are. I will respond. It’s your choice, one-way or the other.

Many Thanks

I’m

I’m made up of

What I’ve eaten

You are also

Of what I’ve been thinking

You are too

I’m made up of the stars above

Of the earth below 

Of the times of strain. 

Of when there was, vain

So look at what you want

Eat it deep in thought

For one day it will tell you

What is is

You need to do

Oh!

Oh, how they grew

From tumble weeds

To rolling stones

And then bits, each, of me and you

Oh how they flew

From tiny steps to leaps and bounds

And over hurdles so sound, ly

Away from me and you

And so what did we do

Me and you

But make the world brighter

By lifting many a finger

Oh how they flew, grew

From me and you

Aging Rock Star

The aging rock star

Sat 

His darling groupie 

Got old and fat 

His wrists would still roll around beating out

A drummer’s sound

The band went flat

The time met up with

No regard

Oh how old we get

With or without

Permission, yet

The aging rock star

Sent his wife a text

I’ll be back when the life of me

Is left

On a wooden stage

Lit with lights

Exposing innocent

Hidden delicious delights.

The Chase

Was without a doubt

Hot and steamy, with an arrows tout

There I was

Strong and able

Till Melissa rendered me, disabled and out

Oh.. What a fine lass she was

I wonder if she still thinks of me, When I was

Young and hip

Strong and able

To take and hold her

Into a stable

Oh when I was young and able

For her to become a life’s long love

Over trouble, waters

And disabled thought from above…

And here’s to her

So young and frail

I guess she and Mary

Both hated and loved me,,, damm hard to hear

One Rode In

57 years ago, around this time of year, I was sitting on a dusty soccer field with a small group of other new Webster Academy students. We are all just getting to know each other after dinner.  Twilight gradually yielded to dusk. The conservation generally were veiled confessions about what we did so wrong that remanded us to the joint. Eventually, it got darker. And so, too, the conversation which turned to metaphysics. Each more or less postulated about their ideas. Religion, universe, etc. 

When my turn came, I looked up, around and back to the 5 or 6 of us, and said,” How do we know we’re the only ones here right now?”

What? came back. 

I said, “What if another life form or something shared our space, but we can’t see, touch, smell them, it??, they?”

That punctuated the end of that meeting. Looking back, I was referring to something I had absolutely no prior knowledge of, nor many others at that time did as well. 

Parallel universes. Multiple dimensions. 

 I’ve never forgotten that . Have wondered where it came from. And now it’s abundantly clear why and how I wrote my first novel “One Rode In”. It was always in the cards! If you have inclinations that there are other forces in our world we don’t really understand but your experiences tell you they are; you’ll like this read and the two others subsequently.