A letter to say good bye
Pain and joy. We are made alive in the arms of both.
an answer to prayer
the sensual side of love
Soul mates are not found, like nest, they must be built.
A written good-bye, an ageless love and its accompanying music.
When I look back upon the years Endless nights in love or lust Cradled in a warm embrace Made soft by familiarity and trust When I consider the time we’ve spent In black of night ‘till morning light Wrapped selflessly in...
There are simply too many homes today where the light has been prematurely extinguished; where the bright eyes of innocence have settled softly before their time; where the scurrying feet of laughter is hushed in the silent pain of dying mothers and...
Renowned philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein stated in his work “Logic of Language” that “the meaning of a word was its use”. We could well make the same argument for holidays. The meaning of a holiday is its use. Obviously, Christmas is...
Why am I here?
The flight of annoyance.
That this is written before tonight's results are actually in, is irelevant. I already know the outcome and feel privileged to be able to give you a heads up. This is what I would have written tomorrow morning if I were not sharing it with you now....
Fall seeks its surrender in quiet dignity, before the sovereign will of Winter.
The great personality is loosing the war to cleavage.
A stark stone winters wall Collects the spent Oct snow A winding length of cobbled rock Which follows where I go The stubborn cling of early cold Settles where it will revealing breath along the way falls grey against the chill The season...
Occasionally I sit plastered to the television hoping something will make me laugh and put the labor of a long day behind me. The other night I was delighted to run into The Presidential Debates. I knew inherently, they would satisfy my appetite for...
There is time when words only diminish a truth reserved for experience. Such is the case for a visit to Banff and the Canadian rockies. Where communion is shared between place and soul.
Sameness I think, is the consequence of an indecent detachment.
The passing of Summer, the coming of Winter revealed in the color of Autumn leaves.
Time drips like an IV injecting us with blank moments running through our veins, surging against the flow of our stoic indifference. Come my heart and suck from there, the emptiness, seed the moment with breath that quickens. Come my...
The obstacle of today is the bridge of tomorrow.
The journey--Destination unknown. No refunds & No returns! This is the concluding chapter of our collaborative series. It is the profound hope of our 16 authors, that we have portrayed an honest view of the aging process. It is not intended as...
We too often compare our insides to everyone else's outsides. Each playing a part bathed in the illusion of who we are.
I wish you wouldn't. It doesn't become you. Taunting, teasing, pleading. I've given in the hour all I have to give Isn't it enough? Please, maybe later give me some reprieve. Let me catch my breath just a little rest. Your breath...
We all live by faith. The difference lies only in the object of our faith. Even the atheist has faith in what he does or does not believe. Faith is not the property of those who choose a God; Faith is the property of any choice that does not reveal...
a mistaken smile not meant for me
We are all less alone than with each other.
The white blossoms of Spring
Moonlight moved the dark across the evening skies clothing every secret that seeps beneath the black disguise moonlight marked the hour and rendezvous the right and whisper spilled forbidden love concealed by the cloak of night ...
Language is a bunch of words trying to dance to music it can not hear. Poetry is the dance and it writes the music that teaches us to hear.
Tolerance is not enlightenment. Enlightenment is the proper execution of intolerance.
A spring Tease
The superficial on display
Like some lazy lizard sucking heat from the lap of a desert rock I surrender my arching belly in worship to a sun, flowing over the sky blue sink high above me. Captivated, intoxicated held in the seductive embrace of a virgin liquid...
Men and the silence of affection.
kisses are more dangerous than suspected
How an adoption was completed in a moment. There wasn't anything anyone could do to stop it.
The rain comes to lift the wilt from flower. The friend comes wets the ground about the soul The rain knows when to go, lest life it comes to save drowns in soil too wet to keep the root. It is, in the alone, that root sinks deep ...
I brewed a cup of Joe, not a single thing to do thought I'd give a whirly wack and write a thing or two I've got a big old block, not a single thing to say I'm staring at my screen and all I see is gray The little cursor waits, just blinking...
The most beautiful women in the world-my daughters and their mom- Source: an independent, unbiased, more inclusive, recent survey Today, People's Magazine crowned the worlds most beautiful woman. You have to wonder how such dubious responsibility...
The hidden languages of love.
Springs decends on me like a pig surrendering to the pleasure of its mud.
Yesterday, I spent some time "hub hopping" only to discover that I was really "how to" hopping. "How you can teach your dog to bark the national anthem. " "How to make cookies with ingredients found only in your compost pile." "How to keep your...
Love that stays behind
The want of spring
I know that the love that did not want to let her go, was even more, the love that could not let her stay. The loss of a dog is the loss of more than friend; it is the loss of part of us.
who is painting? The painter or the canvas.
" It is easy to be angry. Anyone can do that. But to be angry at the right thing, at the right time, in the right measure, for the right reason and in the right way, that is not so easy." Aristotle.
The flower composes despite neglect without my notice or my respect blossoms prescribed by preappointment, long ago in returning seasons that forever come and go long after I depart remember me and mark again the spot ...
A sudden encounter with a beautiful animal.
A cold day, a morning walk, bench not far away Promised rest to travelers, come to spend a day Ducks march two abreast with promises to stay side by side in loyalty forever on display side by side promises chatter through the night they...
My usual address to writing follows moments, sometimes hours of simple or great reflection. I do not presume any distinction between the two, just that it is my way and gives needed direction in order for me to write. In this moment, in this hour...
"It is impossible to calculate the moral mischief, if I may express it so, that mental lying has produced in a society. When men so corrupt and prostitute the chastity of their own minds as to subscribe to their own professional belief, things which...
The evening traveler and distant light.
I met him at the river, each claiming an opposite bank two who come for promise and two who leave in thanks I for the quiet and solitude and he for a morning drink One to take inherited ground, and one to sit and think We have met...
In the end our resolution to problems in this country will not come from programs because programs don't build people; People build people. But how do you build a thing you refuse to see.
Love is such complicated thing it rebufs attempts at measure At times an inward, rising wont driven in search for pleasure At times without direction never slave to rhyme or reason At times ignoring any thought to propriety or...
You come like fog Settling Discriminately and completely Descending, residing Gathering me, into you deliberately, discretely presuming, my secret me Then vanishing Like rain upon the lake Gone from me with sudden finality Disappearing - as I...
The sanctity of life.
What is that pecking, you beg from me? Crazy parrot in the cage. Peck, peck, pecking at his floor He will not stop or disengage He talks non stop, that crazy bird then returns to pecking on his floor. He mimics every word he's heard I...
IT IS OUR HURRY THAT MAKES THE STOPPING SO EXQUISITE.
a poem about misplaced pride
Love descends cascading inward Groping, grasping Falling freely spiraling downward Reaching, clawing wounded heart Love fallen beaten, battered lies alone dying, forgotten gasping inward pulse is gone broken heart Stiring, rising upward...
sometimes dream is the only place for love to go
Cool mornings pregnant with impending winter Flowers yield against the night leaves huddle, in decending mass Squawking chatter fades with going the geese know we will meet again. Cool morning moment pregnant with good-bye the cold comes even...
When the feelings of the tender gender speaks to man, the thinking and pragmatic creature she married is little match. Her acquaintance with the deep leaves him dazed, confused and useless.
Crying makes the softer gender Happy?
Love is much more than a feeling. It is a change in priorities from self to others.
Women like pictures of us better than they like us.
What is it with women and suit cases? Recently my wife and I readied for a seven day cruise to the Mexican riviera. If you have never cruised before, imagine three thousand passengers forming a line for embarkation that must pass through customs,...
Why do some men refuse to get married. Because they're sissy's. Real men need the battle.
It is often the messenger more than the message that invokes believability. Some time ago, I had completely lost control of my senses at the sight of a red convertible. All the salesman needed to do was hand me the pen and watch as I drooled all...
I travel daily, twix the poles, between the shadow and the light between the loss I know today, and days when all was right I journey back to memories and this day I have at hand I share my life with yesterday and a place called...
What's with guy's and their underwear?
Walks can give you more than exercise.
A distant place, a barren land blistered and beaten by sun and sand God whispered in the ear of man "Grow my garden here young man." "Here my Lord? It is scorched and dry rock and thistle and sand here lie surely all that I plant...
Love posed an image in my mind, begged me closer for a look I saw a centered ivory throne and I the kingdom took I kneeled beneath the jeweled crown, proclaimed myself the king Kingdom mine, all love come serve, the hand that wears the ring ...
The deepest betrayal of all is to oneself.
We confronted the wild in a glorious effort to authenticate our manhood. We bought steel toed, all leather, testosterone impregnated, kick your ass boots.
What words does a father have for his daughter on her wedding day?
There are many things that mark the differences between men and women. None so funny as our approach to decorating the Christmas tree.
Who am I? I can't read the label.
My father and conversation, mixed like water and oil. I learned in time, however, that there were more profound ways to convey ideas. As a young boy, I remember going fishing with my father somewhere in upstate N.Y. It was my introduction to the...
Santa's hung over, his egg nog was spiked By somebody trying to ruin his big night. His sled was impounded when his thermos was found with a liquored elixir he was still chugging down. A little canteen he had painted in blue was labled as...
Christmas has come to visit, my little window today Twinkling lights on houses just across the way Trees await the coming, arms stretched against the night ready for Christmas dress, gowns of glistening white Wreaths and ribbon on...
The date was our first, it was a wonderful night I looked in her eyes, things were going all right It was nice, it was good, then all went askew she whispered with smile and said "I love you" I stammered, I stuttered, I fiddled for word ...
Bipolar gives me chance to love both of you.
You've got to prime the pump if you want to take a drink. Love doesn't spill upon command like water from the sink.
I got home a little late and much too tired to eat a meal crawled upstairs into my bed, for sleep I knew would heal I was out and sound asleep,but she whispered, " I know its late, but would you love me still, if I put on alot of weight ? " ...
Love was a story written, until we came of age just an empty book, written page by page solitary authors with independent pen spilling ink into each other, a story from the blend Love was the lifelong dance, of four distinctive feet ...
MEN ARE AFRAID OF ONE THING!
The most profound victories are most often never seen!
In 1624, English clergyman and renown poet, John Donne, wrote. "No man is an island, entire to itself; Every man is a piece of the continent, a part of the main. If a single clod is washed away by the sea then England is the less. Every mans death...
We have a new and improved friend in America. He comes to deliver us from sleeplessness, from head aches or any other real or contrived inconveinence that might be impose upon our busy lives. I am thankful for our new friend most of the time, but,...
It makes me wonder, however, if God is really so hard to find today or if we simply fail to recognize Him when confronted with His music
The other night I was watching a current debate on social security. They were discussing the merits of moving the retirement age upward because I'm living too long. Anyone who thinks I'm living too long gets my attention in a hurry. I have little...
Whats in the water?