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Friday, December 11, 2015

the time has come
the date i really
at my age
could care less
about

but tomorrow
the scorekeeper
who ever that is
will put another mark
in his ledger

68 times at this point
everyone seems
to remember
everyone seems to care
except me

Wednesday, December 09, 2015

exhaustion
not always a
bad thing

sometimes
only exhaustion
leads to inspiration

sometimes
only exhaustion
leads to clarity

but most times
exhaustion leads
only to sleep...

deep sleep
and sometimes
that leads to ........Selah


Thursday, December 03, 2015

when stress invades
when boredom overcomes
i have one defense
shut the shades
turn off the lights
lay down on my bed
to rest if sleep comes
fine, but if not
so much the better

i love waking dreams
to let my mind run wild
to fantasize about
places, about things i'll
never know
never see
never experience
that never have
or never will exist

but when my insane
revelry comes to it's
logical conclusions
or rather it's illogical end
things seem better
while some remain
some inspire
some sink into the
abyss from whence they came


when and where
i found myself
in childhood
and
ever since

do i try to
fit in but
it's like fitting
a square peg in a
round hole

do i fit in
there are valid
reasons
social concerns
social pressures

but i must
reject all
to be me
if i fit in
i lose me

Tuesday, December 01, 2015

some say
art imitates
life
i find that
way too
simplistic

art regardless
whether painting,
music or dance..
does not imitates
life, but reveals
it


Monday, November 30, 2015

the light fades
twilight approaches
but is evening that bad

there is still
time
to midnight

but life is
cyclic
isn't it

but dawn will
come
wouldn't it


Friday, November 27, 2015

the sky was
slate grey
rain was light
but
persistent
the skies were
dark
long before
night fell
long before
the sun set
that was today
literally

but we all
have had
days like that
metaphorically
figuratively
those days
when  all is
grey
when the light
fails
when the sun sets
on our
souls

but both
literally
metaphorically
figuratively
we know
that a better
day
is coming
life is cyclic
the calm
which must
and usually does
follow the  storm


Tuesday, November 24, 2015

snow
nature's facade
concealing what is
below
but with
experience
we know what
is below
even if not seen
we still can know

in life
can we see
what can't be
seen
can we know
what can't be
known
let your experience
answer the
question?




Saturday, November 21, 2015

i find it
hysterical
what rhymes
with empirical

one is
lyrical
not exactly
empirical

another is satirical
now that's hysterical
two words enter a bar
but what's the punch line

but the best is
miracle empirical
they only make sense
 in the ultimate oxymoron


Friday, November 20, 2015

world events invade
my private space
the peace within
the places i hide
in my inner being
my heart
my soul
my mind

but i am helpless
to change
to effect
the events
that swirl
in the world
around me
but.....

if i can't change what occurs
what must occur
i can, i must change
how i view it
how i react to it
and with time, with contemplation
peace can return within


Wednesday, November 18, 2015

my feather friends
which i love watching
have migrated
 south
for the winter

but....
i know from
experience
they will return
with spring

nature is
cyclical
so is the
human
condition

but we
as humans
fight against
even curse it
the cycles

but cycles are
whimsical
the can spiral
up
or down

we love the
upward
but rebel
against
the downward

but we must
learn to
take both
in stride
and survive




Tuesday, November 17, 2015

in nature
storms come
usually
with warnings
with winds
or predicted

but life
that's different
storms tend
to come
without fanfare
without warning

no time to
prepare
the only choice
ride it out
seek the calm
from within

Saturday, November 07, 2015

the cold of fall
is upon us
physically
i feel
frail

but as
the mind
the spirit
have ignored
the flesh

i have
finally
for the moment
found a place of
peace

short
or longer term
i can't say
but in the mean time
i will enjoy it

Friday, October 30, 2015

when i
was younger
certain things
around me
made me
concerned
worried
or just plain
angry

with age
am i more
calm
or even
mature(?)

or is it
that i've
just grow less
observant

or is it that
i've learned
that for the
most part
there is little
or nothing
i can do
about it

i really
can't
decide



Thursday, October 22, 2015

There once was girl from New York
who dined on barbecue pork
 when looking for a boy
she could use for a toy
 all she ever found was a dork

she decided to move to St. Paul
and started cruising the mall
her number she wrote
and also a note
but no one gave her a call


Saturday, October 17, 2015

(please note: i have chosen not to install the translation gadget on this blog...i'm not sure how poetry would translate, particularly mine)

Tuesday, September 22, 2015

( this is not a poem, it's just me realizing I haven't posted here for 5 years and 1 day, many reasons, but one is that I some times forget I can write free form poetry, except for the occasional limerick, if my poems follow any recognized form, it's a complete accident)
fall has fallen
with a thump
leaves haven't changed yet
but the oaks behind my bridge
have dropped their acorns
the geese are grouping
for their annually
flight south
why don't I follow
maybe
it's because I've lived here
too many years
or
because
I'm an idiot
or a troll
or I enjoy
the misery
of a north country
winter