Mr Whippy 1967
The ice cream truck.
The Medicine Keepers
Simple poems written down.
Poingnant
What is wrong with poingnant? Poingnacy touches the heart and soul and a good cry can sometimes make you whole To sit and reminisce with coming tears but no remorce The washing comes so easy withot force or maudling sadness I keep her port
What The Walls Forgot
The memories shared to me by a great-grandparent.
Long Straight Stretch Of Road
Composed while on a road trip a few years ago.
Feelings
Strong, powerful, unable to capture. Free, flowing, caressing. To the depth of rapture. Passing sight unseen. In front, behind, all around. Loud boisterous echoing. Sometimes silent without a sound. Give take here there. Fast moving air. G
The Alchemist...
The ‘shadows grow long’, youthful zest wanes, Dreams are dimming, the Abyss is yawning ever wider, Smiles have retired, And, Meaning, like some elusive chimera, fades fast... Nothingness is longed for, Enough of pain, Enough of angst-filled
Her Portrait
A sonnet about an old family portrait painted long time ago of a very beautiful woman whom I still share feelings for.
Where This Road Goes
Spoken with a lot of "Twang" :)
CHARMING WONDROUS FAR OFF
This song is a quintessence of memories of childhood, spent in the Soviet Union, of the way it used to be over there in so distant past. Won’t deny: I have nostalgic memories, from time to time, which is forgivable I hope. School years, pioneer camps, joys and sorrows, dreams children dream all over the world – no difference - haven't you all dreamed about the same?! I’ve translated from Russian the lyrics by Yu. Etnin, music is written by Ye. Krylatov, the song PREKRASNOJE DALJOKO is performed in the movie “A Visitor from Future.” You may follow the translation while listening to the song. And thank you very much – all of you – for inspiring me. If asked what poetry is I would most certainly answer: inspiration! The process of writing is what matters – forms may be far from perfect, grammar – a real disaster, style, rhythm and rhyme just hopeless – but do they really matter?!
Simple Little Ranch Truths
Observations from growin' up on a ranch and it's life as an adult.
Ever changing
just a day of feeling restless.
Yesterday's Gold
Do you remember yesterday's gold A treasure of memories suddenly unfold Where sunset was slow on an old dusty road When anxious summertime arrived with it's glow A car would travel through the neighborhood And on a loud speaker you could hear
Promise Of Christmas
The comfort of Christmas.
The Light House
On the stormy rocks the light house stands Standing tall defiant , it stands on the dangerous rocks it stands Its beaming white light proudly beaming out over the darkend gale Force seas Its beaming red light signals to every ship to keep away or
Empty
smile, no shade to share good talker, good listener found porch, vacated
Foreplay
A dinner date can be such excellent foreplay, even if you're not to 'that point' in your relationship, or even if you've been married for years, no? Making love starts the moment you meet, and ends wherever you want it to.
Time
Tick tock, tick tock, tick tock. Back and forth goes the clock. Eyes searching for a face. Memorized numbers in their place. Round and round goes the hands. No beginning no end. Once was calculated by just mere sand. Passing through an hour
The Trail
Some memories last a life time.
Christmas Tree
A quiet Christmas tree ritual and Christmas spent up in the timbers.
Torn between
This is life and sometimes we have to make tough choices at the expense of breaking each other's hearts, which can’t be helped. Couldn’t go to sleep last night and watched a nice movie - hence the inspiration.
As a matter of fact
* " Such is life".......So said Ned Kelly - (famous Australian Bush Ranger)
Childhood
Once we were all children!
Déjà vu
A poem about broken dreams
A Poet's Shadow
We sit upon a log to allow our souls to catch up with us We have been traveling a long time. Behind us are forests of books with pages green as leaves. A blood sun stares over the horizon. Our souls are slow. They walk miles behind
Lance Armstrong
Just heard that Lance got caught taking performance enhancing drugs while he rode his bike. Since he cheated to win, all of his tour de france wins are null and void.
~moonshine on the bayou~
something a little different for a change, cheers. Da da da da da....da da da da da.
THEY CAME FOR SUPPER
The day has cast shadows that hold no image Out my window I can see them coming Across the bottom land they walk Speaking to me in a language I have heard in my mind sense before my time I tell mother that they are here She smiles and says Supp
The Christmas Ride/Jinglin' Bells
Riding a green-broke colt to town one Christmas Day and the excitement that ensued.
A Place
Deprsession and how those caught in the trap desperately try to escape. My first poem for three years, trying to start again.
Stains
An ink stain on my jeans...
my favorite muse
surprise, I made a new friend today a voice from the past kept filling my head her sound was uplifting, made me feel gay drawn out of my shell as each word was said for far, far, too many years time spent before had been held deep inside in
POEM IN PROSE
For you to read and enjoy the words of this poet. Such a fine tribute to a beloved wife, such a dedication!
Mistakenly, mistaken...?
-when one tries to help/share a feeling with someone who is not genuine
Opera Man
Watched Adam Sandler and his old bit on SNL of Operaman. Wrote my own version for him for the time I've been alive since 1969.
Walking with Shadows
Reminiscing, thinking, moments of time captured in a simple walk, just expressing a moment of life.
they
Smoothed and polished On pedatals they stand Names in brass Carved Gigantic forms Bodies moulded Carved Chissled stone They stand cold lifeless Motionless forms set in stone They
Robin Hood Meets Mr Spock
Robin Hood is a legend He likes to help people Spock is logical Peter Frampton and Supertramp friendly and logical Fantasy island is here at Sherwood forest Blessings and love to all
In The Canyon Of The Conquistador
I found these remains by chance while trying to find some wily cows.
Sonnet to truth
In surveying the general political scene world wide, economy of truth appears to be ' stock on trade', ushered in by smooth rhetoric.
Bundango
Watched Django a few days ago and was inspired to write something of old west bad guys. If you haven't seen this movie, I highly reccommend it. But be warned, it is a shoot em up western, and a blow em western too.