he floats thru the air
with the greatest of ease,
that daring young man
on his motorized skis.
he aims for the stars,
and i bet some day soon
that daring young man
will jump over the moon.
–photos by me
flying machine
Tag: poetry
thankful
as i’m growing older,
the winters feel colder,
but nothing’s more tranquil
than a walk down to the lake–
though colors fade away
on this bleak december day,
i’m feeling very thankful
with every step i take
photo by me
fleecing the sheep
when you see that religion’s a fraud
and that most of it’s tenets are flawed,
do not be too frightened
to become enlightened–
you don’t need a church to find god.
–photo by me
soul and spirit (archives)
cageless, my spirit
flies untethered
ageless, my soul is
wise but weathered
my spirit flitters
here and there
never settling
anywhere
my soul remains
within my heart–
yet soul and spirit
never part
–image by istock
Sunday Thoughts 11/9/25
I have no intentions of hanging around my grave after I die; however, the specifics of the transition are hazy at best, and nothing is written in stone… yet. Just in case, here are my instructions:
bury me
on a grassy knoll
overlooking a lake
to the east,
so the rising sun
may warm my bones,
and i may
rest in peace
–photo by me
Calling Calliope (archives)
O eloquent Calliope,
Muse of epic poetry,
You whispered words
While Homer wrote
The Iliad and Odyssey;
Yes, you’ve inspired
Both fool and sage
From every land
And every age–
And now I’m asking
For your help
To put the pen
Upon the page.
–Image from Gemini
cold truth
truth will cut you
when you hear it,
consume you
when you believe it,
and crucify you
when you speak it
ah, love
i watch two swans together
who are truly mates for life,
and it makes me feel better
’bout the loss of my late wife,
for although i miss her so,
the swans have cast a spell,
and i’m just glad to know
that love’s alive and well.
–photo by me
frosty walk
in all the forest glades i pass,
i see the frosted blades of grass;
this windy morning, i can hear
this whispered warning: winter’s near!
–photo by me
Duel Nature
There must be an up
For there to be a down;
Something must be lost
For something to be found;
There has to be chaos
If there is to be a plan;
There must be a woman
For there to be a man.
–Photo by me
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