We turned into a parking garage on Fourth Street
Looked like a good place to park
But as we descended into the bowels of the earth
It suddenly became very dark
We kept driving downward and into dead ends
Beyond which lay more parking spaces
Soon we saw people searching for exits
That they were puzzled showed on their faces
We finally parked and feeling relieved
Proceeded to pass through a nook
Got lost and came face to face with a wall
A haven for rapists and crooks
Suffice it to say we found our way
But not without effort and bother
But next time I have to pick a garage
I'll certainly choose another
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sharp, Hot, Hard, and Jagged
Things have changed since we were young
We drive plastic cars and live in plastic houses
Our children play on soft, rubber playgrounds and mulch
We eat food from unbreakable jars
Edges, asphalt and glass,
Things of the past
We drive plastic cars and live in plastic houses
Our children play on soft, rubber playgrounds and mulch
We eat food from unbreakable jars
Edges, asphalt and glass,
Things of the past
Saturday, November 7, 2009
I Speak LTD
I speak LTD, STD, FSA, HSA, OOP, RX, OV
I got you covered
I know it back and forth, upside down
You look me up, your rates go down
I'm a broker
I got you covered
I got you covered
I know it back and forth, upside down
You look me up, your rates go down
I'm a broker
I got you covered
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Rain
Drip ........ drop
Plip, plop
Misty spray on the way,
Powerful showers for hours
Light strike, thunder kite,
Rain slides, glides, shoves aside
Sea of water, Neptune's daughter,
Torrential, differential, sheets,
Slides, blinds, subsides
Puddle
Splatter
Shake
Plip, plop
Misty spray on the way,
Powerful showers for hours
Light strike, thunder kite,
Rain slides, glides, shoves aside
Sea of water, Neptune's daughter,
Torrential, differential, sheets,
Slides, blinds, subsides
Puddle
Splatter
Shake
Patent Leather Dreams
Patent leather shoes
Patent leather car
Patent leather purse
Patent leather girl
Looks slick
In black
Patent leather car
Patent leather purse
Patent leather girl
Looks slick
In black
Monday, October 19, 2009
Maybe
Planets are burning their signatures
Into the universe across billions
of galaxies and
Zillions of miles
Short Cut
by
Wormhole Meetings
Between Species
Into the universe across billions
of galaxies and
Zillions of miles
Short Cut
by
Wormhole Meetings
Between Species
Patience is a Virtue
Patience is a virtue
Many people believe
Good things come to those who wait
But don't you be deceived
The terminally impatient
Are the ones to succeed
As the slow get behind
The quick take the lead
By the time patience is forty
And getting its first break
The impatient have already retired
And moved on for goodness sake
When patience turns sixty-five
And looks to the years ahead
The fast ones have grown older
Impatience is already dead
Many people believe
Good things come to those who wait
But don't you be deceived
The terminally impatient
Are the ones to succeed
As the slow get behind
The quick take the lead
By the time patience is forty
And getting its first break
The impatient have already retired
And moved on for goodness sake
When patience turns sixty-five
And looks to the years ahead
The fast ones have grown older
Impatience is already dead
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Make-Up Artist
Oils, lotions, powder, potions
Flow in colors out
To be whisked up on a brush
To blend out on the cheeks,
The lips, the skin, the lashes
To glitter
To moisten
To enhance
Au natural
invisible
Flow in colors out
To be whisked up on a brush
To blend out on the cheeks,
The lips, the skin, the lashes
To glitter
To moisten
To enhance
Au natural
invisible
Sunday, September 27, 2009
Missouri Sunrise
Clouds fold
To gather in mourning
A hushed stillness
Attends the wake
Between the clouds
A candle
Held upside down
Dripping hot wax
Warms the earth
Until
The flame ignites
Into colors
Sparks of kindling
Flash the sky
Waking the spirit
Follow the light, the light !
Celebration of a life
To gather in mourning
A hushed stillness
Attends the wake
Between the clouds
A candle
Held upside down
Dripping hot wax
Warms the earth
Until
The flame ignites
Into colors
Sparks of kindling
Flash the sky
Waking the spirit
Follow the light, the light !
Celebration of a life
Morning
Morning streams
Like consciousness
In a sudden
Trips past
The limits
Of night's censor
As thoughts rush out
Before brain catches up
Like consciousness
In a sudden
Trips past
The limits
Of night's censor
As thoughts rush out
Before brain catches up
Dad
You've accomplished a lot in your life.
Married a beautiful bride.
Retired from a job
That provided well
For your family
For forty years
Interrupted briefly
By the second war
Brought up two wonderful children
Who grew up
To make their own way
In the world
You've lived well
In two houses and
Luxuriously
In an apartment with a pool
You've listened to baseball games
Test-driven cars
Gone to air shows
Played tennis
Suggested discreetly that
The upstairs neighbor
Quiet down after 10 o'clock at night
Peddled a stationary bike
Planted flowers and trees
Made compost
Turned down your hearing aid
When you needed to
Painted the hhouse
Shoveled the snow
Built a garage
Paved the driveway
Complained about the weather
Watched the sun come up
Watched the news
Laughed at Red Skelton
And Lucille Ball
Read the paper
Traveled extensively
And most importantly
Been happy
And made those around you
Happy too
Married a beautiful bride.
Retired from a job
That provided well
For your family
For forty years
Interrupted briefly
By the second war
Brought up two wonderful children
Who grew up
To make their own way
In the world
You've lived well
In two houses and
Luxuriously
In an apartment with a pool
You've listened to baseball games
Test-driven cars
Gone to air shows
Played tennis
Suggested discreetly that
The upstairs neighbor
Quiet down after 10 o'clock at night
Peddled a stationary bike
Planted flowers and trees
Made compost
Turned down your hearing aid
When you needed to
Painted the hhouse
Shoveled the snow
Built a garage
Paved the driveway
Complained about the weather
Watched the sun come up
Watched the news
Laughed at Red Skelton
And Lucille Ball
Read the paper
Traveled extensively
And most importantly
Been happy
And made those around you
Happy too
Saturday, September 26, 2009
Country Wind
The country wind blows
through her auburn hair
The daisies grow wild
under feet that are bare
The water splashes
in the fishing pond
The apples smell sweet
from the orchard beyond
Sunbeams sail across
butterfly-filled skies
So beautiful, it brings
a tear to her eyes
through her auburn hair
The daisies grow wild
under feet that are bare
The water splashes
in the fishing pond
The apples smell sweet
from the orchard beyond
Sunbeams sail across
butterfly-filled skies
So beautiful, it brings
a tear to her eyes
Saturday, September 12, 2009
The Sand Bar
My attempt at a Robert Frost-like Poem and based on a true story:
We went one day to see the river winding
Walking for miles, looking and then finding
A sand bar which could be seen far away
And growing closer, beckoned us to stay
For it looked just like a swimming beach to us
With fine-grained sand and driftwood and such
The main channel of the river flowed by it on both sides
It took the mighty Missouri River long and wide
To hold such a lovely piece of land
And still have room for barges on the other hand
The sun sparkled off the sand as a crane touched down
The ground too hot to touch was what he found
He took off again as we got closer still
The only thing between us and the sand, a hill
Then we saw something we had not seen before
Washed up purposely, it seemed, onto the shore
We looked and looked again for it didn't seem right
For two wooden deck chairs to have drifted into sight
They sat next to one another on the sand bar giving
The appearance that this uninhabited island once held living
Beings who had long since moved away
Leaving chairs where they once stayed
But from our point of view up on the cliff
We couldn't tell if they were really chairs or drift
Wood that just came to rest in pairs
To make us wonder if someone had put it there
We went one day to see the river winding
Walking for miles, looking and then finding
A sand bar which could be seen far away
And growing closer, beckoned us to stay
For it looked just like a swimming beach to us
With fine-grained sand and driftwood and such
The main channel of the river flowed by it on both sides
It took the mighty Missouri River long and wide
To hold such a lovely piece of land
And still have room for barges on the other hand
The sun sparkled off the sand as a crane touched down
The ground too hot to touch was what he found
He took off again as we got closer still
The only thing between us and the sand, a hill
Then we saw something we had not seen before
Washed up purposely, it seemed, onto the shore
We looked and looked again for it didn't seem right
For two wooden deck chairs to have drifted into sight
They sat next to one another on the sand bar giving
The appearance that this uninhabited island once held living
Beings who had long since moved away
Leaving chairs where they once stayed
But from our point of view up on the cliff
We couldn't tell if they were really chairs or drift
Wood that just came to rest in pairs
To make us wonder if someone had put it there
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Autistic Girl
Let me see your eyes
Amber listens and looks up
Her smile lights the room
This was based on therapy sessions with a 4-year-old autistic girl. One of the things was to encourage her to make eye contact.
Amber listens and looks up
Her smile lights the room
This was based on therapy sessions with a 4-year-old autistic girl. One of the things was to encourage her to make eye contact.
Saturday, September 5, 2009
The Storm
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Memorial Day Poem - Arlington Cemetery
Among the many, beauty
Leaves that rustle in the wind
I saw his face look out at me
And I looked back at him
Leaves that rustle in the wind
I saw his face look out at me
And I looked back at him
A visit to a veteran's cemetery seemed a good time to publish a poem I wrote a few Memorial Days ago. The poem talks about leaves rustling in the wind. It could also mean that beauty leaves us as life turns to death, or the beauty and peace you'll fnd at the cemetery, and finally, remembering someone's face in your mind as you imagine him looking back at you.
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Spinning Down from Heaven
I thought I would point out a few things that I am trying to accomplish with this poem. First of all, notice the alliteration of the S sound - representing the silence of the falling snow. The indented lines are meant to resemble falling snow and I did my best to describe what a snowflake looks like:
The snow is falling
Like frozen spider webs
Spinning down from Heaven
Moment of Sleep
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sedona
The Red Wheelbarrow
I am starting this blog because I used to be afraid of poems. If you've ever been turned off of poetry because your book of poems starts out with a section written by some intellectual who says, "the dissociation of objective reality.........", (???) then this blog is for you.
I like simplicity, sounds, to string together words to create an image of everyday things.
Take for example, William Carlos Williams' The Red Wheelbarrow:
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
I like simplicity, sounds, to string together words to create an image of everyday things.
Take for example, William Carlos Williams' The Red Wheelbarrow:
so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens
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