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It's not the best poetry,I know,that I write for a girl
It's not best poetry,I know,and she may never read anything I write
I don't know why I was left out of her world
She seems so far away as stars in the night

I wasn't ,the best guy for her,I know, so why keep writing this way
I wasn't,thinking to clear,I know, time to stop and call it a day
Seems like I've already written these same lines before
So why should I write them once more

It's not the best poetry,I know,and so I'll lay down my pen
It's not the best poetry,I know,and for someone I'll never meet again
For this is now and that was then
Poems written for a girl and now the last one comes to an end

Something in time something in heart
Can never fade away
Not even in the dark

Something so clear something so dear
Calls love to reappear
Like something in time something in heart

The echo was there now the echo is here
You try to hold it close try to keep it near
Waving goodbye the same hand wipes a tear

I'll take a walk somewhere in the park
The echo will find me and always remind me
Like something in time something in heart

He is his usual talkative self today.
I can hear him from blocks away.
He is first, he is the loudest
In the midst of where the crowd is.
Like any cult leader
To many true believers
He is God in the flesh
No a demagogue at best.
In front mics and megaphone
His drum beats like a metronome,
Spinning tales taller
Than drunken men in parlours.
He talks socialism and "wokeness"
To the forgotten and the hopeless,
Inflaming passions
With whatever he imagines.
He is a traveling merchant
Of the reality alternate.
When truth is inconvenient
There can be no agreement.
Whose gonna save his soul?
He's broken hes never been whole.
He is a bottomless pit.
He was always "Unfit"
And a burning place below is beckoning
One day soon there'll be a reckoning!
WBJS 6/2/22

When the soft rain falls on the grass

In darkness hides not the mummer

That each rain drop striking each blade

Drops by fragile drop through summer



The work and worries of the daylight

Vanish completely from its mindful turn

The only clue in the soft echos of midnight

Bouncing softer and softer upon each return



Not a few fluttering wings has us taught

That the moths of each season will persist

What war and injustice has brought

Would nature not care if humans exist



For in herself is woven one need

The tapestry of forests mixed in fog

Untouched by the impostures greed

The buzz of bees in and out of a hollow log



Who in her nest still sings her merry song

While distant mates shrill as battle’s call

Just what brings happiness to us all along

Scarcely be made for any of us at all

There is me... and only me...
In this world of poetry,
In the crystal fairy tale of life
I am the brightest star.
The ground is slipping from under my feet
The stars are spinning in time with the breath ...
The stream of my words is flowing,
Massaging my inflated ego .
My soul is flying with delight
In the clouds.
Unplayed love motive
Gives birth to my poems...
Ah ,I love myself so much
Always –
There are no other important words
For now ...
Like a mosaic of feelings
Through the years
I will write down my name in the dawns

“I set my rainbow in the cloud…” (Genesis 9:13)
“…; and there was a rainbow around the throne, in appearance like an emerald.” (Revelations 4:3)



When the storms of life are beating upon the frail fabric of my mind
I long for peace and rest.
My soul looks above the clouds unto the veil behind, hoping for a sign of His Presence because He alone knows how to calm the storms.
He alone knows my story.
He alone feels my pain.
He alone cares for me and can ease the strain of the burdens that I carry.
He alone can take away my sorrow,
And promise me a bright tomorrow.

HE IS JESUS… MY RAINBOW

I liked this movie
The thought of bringing back the dead
I miss my dog Brandee
But she would come back all mean and want to bite me
I miss my Mom
But she would come back and want to kill me
In this movie a dad grieves for his son Gage after he is hit by a truck
Before that he buries his daughter's cat at the Indian burial ground
The cat comes back all evil and smells bad
The dad buries his son up at the grave yard also
Of couse he comes back all evil and kills his mom and the neighbor
Who says "Sometimes Dead Is Better"
At the end the daughter is the only left alive
Gage gets shot with a poison needle by his daddy
His dad gets killed by his reburied mom with a knife
I read this book by Stephen King and give it five stars
His dad getting killed by his wife who he buried

There are many things
As I look around my apartment
That are old, decrepit, dusty and worn
I shall hire myself a skip
And throw them all into yesterday
Where they all belong
As relics of the past
Myself included

Drizzling on the roof
A cold spring rain falls
Out past the coastline
A distant loon calls, and calls

Down over the water
The dimming sun falls
As darkness settles in
Sleep just calls, and calls

My bones stretched out
A warm blanket falls
Comfort for a weary mind
A dream that calls, and calls

Sleep is my best friend
An energy that falls
Welcomes to a night
An angel that calls, and calls

I am watching this movie with John Candy
He befriends his two nieces and a nephew who is Macaulay Culkin
This movie came out in 1989
A year before Home Alone which was the biggest movie of 1990
I am an uncle
Though I don't have access to my nephews, nieces, and greats
I have a total of 19
I have only seen three since my mom died in January
I got to see my brother's son and his son and daughter
I had regular time with my nephew until I moved out in 1996
I would have to say the 80's and early 90's were my best time with them
Minigolfing, waterparks, movies, resturants, games, video games
In this movies Buck saves Tia from a predatory jerk and hits him with a golf ball
He is the hero by punching a drunk clown and making three foot wide pancakes
He chews out a vice principal for being mean to kids by saying
"Here's a quarter, buy a rat to chew that thing off your face!"