Today I thank God for my early arousal
for the fact at eighty-five, today,
incidentally, I can walk well
without assistive devices
Today, I thank God for Sunday sunshine,
for the ability to taste, to enjoy,
to live, love and be happy.
Today I live in the present ...
it is a gift.
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 1:08 PM UTC
Goodbye becomes an uneasy token of grief
when love fades then walks out the door;
it's very sad to realize love's been too brief,
working at it has become a chore,
it is not worth it anymore.
The attic holds a memory of severe pain
shelved remains an engagement ring;
I can't fathom how a love for me you did feign
that I was merely a Spring fling,
I know I cannot trust you again
you made my tears fall like rain.
Held faceless against spare sunlight graying shadow
being invisible to you,
I had foolishly basked in your smile and although
a foreboding came into view ...
apologies cannot make love grow,
sacrifices ... I will forego.
Past the little details that tend to resurface
I try to go about my day;
my heart breaks whenever I think of our first kiss
waterwork woes are on display,
that is when our together I miss,
O, Lord! Why do I reminisce?
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 4:01 PM UTC
Meet me at the bridge come next Spring
after snows with frigid air pass,
birds on a wing begin to sing,
when her season brings fresh green grass.
With vapored breath we bid adieu
to Winter's belting bitter bite;
although I loved being with you
kissing you on cold, freezing nights
it's time for us to say goodbye
only until cycles will bring ...
so ... til weeks and months multiply
meet me at the bridge come next Spring.
Jan 16, 2020
Jan 16, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
A bone-weary hollow stomp
with gunmetal lips
tasting of merlot
were prelude
to an apoplectic attack,
a systemic shock when she left
unannounced in the middle
of the night leaving his wallet empty.
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 3:43 PM UTC
Dawn peeks over rippling navy lake
where gaggles of geese honk
flying in zaging vee form
I can hear chirps of robins 'n
blue jays outside my bedroom
window visualizing their winged flight
deer are already hiding invisibly,
while skittering squirrels, bushy tailed,
pack their jaws with acorns
brisk winds whoosh coaxing leafless
trees to branch dance, shimmy 'n shake
while meadow grasses do the limbo
Jan 1, 2020
Jan 1, 2020 at 3:10 PM UTC
Joyful angels around the Infant King
Ode to God's only Son in chorus sing
Yonder He lies; one day peace He will bring
To a weary world filled with scattered sheep
On journeys from valleys to mountains steep
Teetering with clumsy foot on their way
Hovering for safety, sadly they bray
Each one meanders being devil's prey
We can rejoice, the Son of God appears
Ordained by God, we can't believe our ears
Resounding exultation amid cheers
Loudly praising, joy can't hold back the tears
Declaring the Babe's music of the spheres.
Dec 12, 2019
Dec 12, 2019 at 10:43 AM UTC
Ashes
Her ashes run through your fingers
choking me in her memory
my heart breaks
I bleed tears
silenced
mute
May 13, 2019
May 13, 2019 at 12:14 PM UTC