Old Shoes and Socks

Posted: May 27, 2016 in poetry, free verse, poem, poet
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Now I sit and try to forecast what will be –
with many plans and promises made
but no idea how to perform each because each is a mystery
that has failed and is broken and I am expected to provide the fix.
Like mending socks and then wearing them again
in shoes of worn cracked insoles and linings
that are the cause of the holes in the toes and heels
but I continue wearing them both though the shoes are the reason for my discomfort and I continue each night threading the needle
and sewing with thin thread made of poor cotton
patching and reasoning that I may just this time truly revive this mismatched pair –
I cannot sew fast enough because the new mysteries keep appearing and the old promises and repairs just keep on breaking



Posted: May 25, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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Raw sharing
let’s quit just fooling around and share it
Just say it, ask it and do it!
Bacall style
Whistle then lay me
The earth won’t tilt
and fireworks won’t shoot into the afternoon sky
just do it and break the tension and let’s enjoy it
smile and share the bond
Moan, and … Ummmmm..
Slow now…. feel  it
I’ll watch for your eyes to roll and close and your chin to lift
and your moves, yes your moves and your hip’s shutter
Exhaust me


Building Cathedrals

Posted: May 21, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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They say they have built a Cathedral,
ones who have set only a few stones or glazed but a single glass.
or spent two seasons that took one hundred years to build.

How many cathedrals have we built by lending just a helping hand
or spending a few moments to say an encouraging word,
To someone thought building a lessor cause.

And why is that not as grandiose ?




Pride of Finishing

Posted: May 12, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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You feel the satisfaction, the pride of finishing,
But no matter how much you admire what you have done,
all things will soon grow old and forgotten.
And will shed its paint and rot its wood.
The cement will crack and even the granite corner stones
will tilt and lose their strike and point.
And the carefully carved facades will fall from the
roof’s high eves.
Only the intervention of future men will scrape the peeling faded paint
and re-lay the loose bricks and heavy stones.
As they work, they will wonder who built these things
and how and why it was done this way,
how it could have been done differently or better.
And they too, will walk away if only for a few steps,
stop and turn and look with satisfaction
and pride at what they have done.
With little thought of the never resting clock of time.



Very Difficult

Posted: May 3, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry
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I really do care
I haven’t given up on it
but they make it very difficult
to keep my attention
I’m not sure of their intentions
but I do suspect
there is more behind it
that makes them be the way they are
Regardless of good or bad
they are, the way they are
I guess I don’t like it that way
I go the other way
whether good or bad
I don’t know if it is better
just different and it feels
more honorable
than the way I think they are
someday I may know
Or why not.
But I will probably,
never know.


Food of life

Posted: April 22, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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Here’s to you, the sweet food of life
the struggle the pain the strife
blood fights won blood fights lost
Rising from knees at any cost
Here’s to you, you son of a bitch
One arm behind, rope’s half hitch
As hard as you try to tie the knot
you’re not as tough as once thought
Thrown  brown bottles and broken glass
I’ve dodged your throw and kicked your ass


Uneventful Day

Posted: April 19, 2016 in poem, poet, poetry, writing
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I passed another birthday last week
It was an uneventful day
Me, growing a year older
No bells rang
no speeches were given
And no woven basket donations were collected
I just woke up, took my first morning breath and yawned
A fine way to start any day
but for my hair, being just a little messed up
I’m still hanging on tight to that bar
Me, a year older



Vigil Watch

Posted: April 9, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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Look into the weary night
Moon birds quiet silent flight
Not all rest but stay awake
await the hour of night’s daybreak
Under morning sun they will sleep
With dreams of night within they keep
Of starlight glows and shadows cast
A vigil watch until night is past
For other creatures crawl and pursue
The taste of blood and their bone to chew.


Poem’s Hunger

Posted: April 6, 2016 in free verse, poem, poet, poetry
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You shouldn’t write or read poetry
with a full stomach.
There must be a hollow space
left inside of you
to put the words, ideas and emotions.
Hunger feeds a poem’s soul,
only sated by the eaten or written word.

Thoughts can overflow the poem’s page
and lie spilled onto the floor
like a thin puddle
that is easily mopped up
and never pondered again.

Always save space for dessert


I just heard on the news that there could be a new trend in clothing. Due to the radiation leaks caused by the reactor meltdown in Japan five years ago, radioactive particles are being found as far away as the West Coast of the U.S. Since then the demand for and cost of Geiger counters have skyrocketed. The car manufacturer Toyota is coming to the rescue. Being the world’s innovator of new ideas, a few years ago they had discovered an experimental dye that reacts to radioactive isotopes that they thought had no practical uses.

Since the accident they have been experimenting with using this dye in cloth manufacturing. The way I understand it, the clothes made from it will change color in direct proportion to the amount of radiation it is exposed to. A different color for each level of intensity. The colors that the clothing will turn are very similar to the colors that we once used in warning levels of terror threat by Homeland Security.

The colors are the following: Exposed to Severe radiation – your shirt will turn Red, exposed to High levels and may be dangerous – your shirt will turn Orange, Elevated above normal – your shirt will turn Yellow,  Guarded, slight exposure – your shirt will turn Blue. Under normal conditions your shirt will remain Green. No need to wear exposure badges or Geiger counters.

I believe that this is a great idea. And leave it to the Japanese and Toyota to think of it. Green is also my favorite color and I wouldn’t mind wearing that color everyday. The sales of Geiger counters are expected to plummet. Going from the very short supply they are  now to totally obsolete and unnecessary.

The chemical used in the dye, Chromium isoamyl acetate, is very rare and very caustic in its raw form. It is very dangerous to handle until it is forced safe during the manufacturing process. The only known location where it can be mined is in the United States near the town of Michcaska, Wisconsin. Due to low wages, plentiful work force and nonexistent unions, Toyota is making plans to mine and manufacture the cloth right there in Wisconsin, hopefully in Michcaska near the strip mines.

Way to go Toyota! I wants me one of those shirts!