Love of a child
Sept 2024

Poetry innocent scratched frosted pane ,
Twist and curl of a candy cane.
Reaching cookies birthday plate,
Mom dress to celebrate.

Photos felt folder pages,
Three candles, birthday cake.
Ice cream, wide eyed face,
Pure white silk and lace.

Balloons post wide and near,
Red, white grandma’s tears.
Mom and Dad always late,
Hugs, kisses outside wait.

Perfumed tower, face soft.
Whispered lovetalk, morning walk.
Hand offered uncertain clasp,
Smiling teacher first year task.

Three years, already passed,
Child’s love, never last.

Trust
25 August 2022

Blood red on edge,
They pledge,
Blood thick edge,
Home hunger stolen.

Truck gray rolling,
Soldiered stripe,
Green to rust pipe.

Held memory lost,
Promise morn frost.

True Love
18 June 2021

True love lives in an empty tea ***.

Up in the Attic
18 August 2021

Up in the attic a young boy laid his head.
An old army cot and mattress were his bed.
Cold in the winter, wool blankets were his stead.
Hot in the summer, an old fan buzzed mosquitoes dread. .

Painted wooden steps led up from the front hall.
Downstairs two sisters night time played toys and dolls.
Dinner cooked and boiled on an old wooden stove.
Dad made money with the Eaton’s truck he drove.

Never was much change in that cookie jar.
No nights for sitting long in local bars.
Front steps were broken, loose, and tinted rust.
Trip to school luxury would be a local bus.

Old family doctor had long passed eighty three.
When he came to visit never was a fee.
Cures came from lore and our family history.
Never saw the inside of a pharmacy.

Old dog slept on a torn and tattered rug.
Bed sheets from flour sacks withstood every tug.
Music came from Dad’s old banjelo,
He sang like Bing, every song we know.

Clothes came down the line from friends and family.
Most shoes and boots were found somewhere else for free.
Winter coats with full newspaper stuffed,
Warmed us through the winter’s coldest rough.

Wood stove stone warmed the bed at night.
Coal soaked with kerosine easy Mom to light.
Sometimes that old kettle gave the dog a fright.
Tea stayed in the teapot lid sealed down really tight.

Ice box held the dinner, carrots peas, and spuds.
Breakfast in an oatmeal box came easy with our  morning hug.
Washed our hands and elbows, faces were the test.
Checked each day in classroom for the very best.

Was a privilege when you the blackboard cleaned.
May you shiver when the bad boy strapped and screamed.
Said the good Lord’s prayer start of every day.
National Anthem sang the same old way.

Spelling tests were common, had to do the math.
End of each year we all hoped we’d passed.

Games out in the schoolyard made our bodies strong.
Most had joined the choir and forgot all those songs.
Summer went so quickly, winter stayed too long.
Friends and team mates were where you belonged.

Conkers and alley games always stood close nearby.
Also often bullies tried to make you cry.
Yoyo’s some swung and danced. Tricks that would enchant.
Ball games and soccer ran till all  need
huff and pant.

Were those few who won ‘bout every race.
Girls sat front of class who had the nicest face.
Hero’s of the football field stood big and tall.
Those with highest marks never seemed to fall.

Many years have passed us by, leaving hopes and scars.
Some of those in our class helped us plan on Mars.
Some now only found, parts in brine filled jars.
Youngest memories fade in daylight stars.

Perfect Days, Amazing Nights.
14 December 2022

Perfect days, you are my life.
Special ways you are, my wife.
Celebrating dear, your loving  kindness.
Living clear, no gloved blindness.
Times you hold me, when I feel sad,.
You remind me,  heaven had.

Each tender night, you stand by my bed.
Slender light, little needs said.
That look, emerald eyes,
Perfect nights, my wise.
Let me sing your deserved praise.
Perfect nights, amazing days.

Perfect night,  Amazing day. You are here.

Again
30 October 2033


My heart breaks with pain.
Here we at war again.
Kids all sides, slain or deep pain.
Here we are at war again.

Thousands taken from this life.
Often cannot tell their wife.
Pieces without legs or face.
On streets without a place.

Home and hearth just bone sore.
Blood and gore the only score.
Old man sleeping in the street.
Dog whimpers as he weeps.

Tomorrow, he knows he’ll die.
Joining so many that he knew.
Day will come and some win.
Wearing Poppy red, blue.

Heart Aches
21 August 2023

Dreaming, flying, fallen
Aging all alone.
Talking garden’s wallen,
Building empty home.
Awaiting day of sunshine.
Bottle empty wine.
Holding one now dying,
Loving never shown.

Sometimes (Doors of Heaven)
2 July 2021

Days when poetry escapes, no longer here,
Days when closed drapes, warm beer,
Clouds rain, future feared,
Strength comes from you, your love lingers.
Words ring true, tips of your fingers,
Doors of heaven, open again.

When you are lost
4 June 2022

When you are lost,
Far from home,
No one there you’ve ever
known,
Nothing left to call your own,  
Angel comes to fill your horn

Years have gone since things were right,
Days filled,  fear, nightmare frights.  
All your life  played it tight,
Shared your dreams, lost your might.  

Hungered wolves now pound your door,
Meat and bones their meaner score.
Old and worn, you ‘ope the door,
Give them what they’ve waited for.

Comfort smile on your chin,
Hold that paper wrinkled thin,
Your name scribbled ink and pen,
Never will, be writ agin.

Lessons left in poem and rhyme,
Lost with you in never time.
Partner came from nowhere known,
“You’re not lost, you’re going home”.  

“Peace you sought,  never found,
In past years, local town,
Stark  and bare, sing love and grace,
Leave your goods, find your place”.  

“Other dress up in your clothes,
Play your music, hold your pose.
Now they’ll wander, on their own.
Wonder how, you stood alone.”

“Your strength came not wealth and gold,
Not from simply growing old.
Gifts from others, wise and free,
Lift you up, for truth to see.”

YHOS
12 February 2021
This morning at 4 A.M. I thought of you and simply saying “hello XXXX”, remembering you are also an early riser.

Yet I knew I needed a word for a person I loved, respected, and admired,  a word that also emcompassed someone,  words that respected a young heart in an individual coping with our challenging times, age, tradition and cultures. So much uncertainty, yet these individuals hold strong. These individuals are exemplars of respect, stability and strength in their actions and yet, quiet lives. They have seen it all and are grateful. There are more than are often noted.

I was unable. It is the distinction of vitality and life experience for which I search. “hello Friend” does not seem adequate. I had accepted “young heart”, but also needed ageless. There are amazing young people with old souls. “Young hearts, old souls”, is now my choice. I suspect somewhere there is a single word. I am looking.

So, this morning “Hello young heart, old soul, XXXXX”. Just wanted to wish you a happy and safe day. Next time, “YHOS”. Sorry this is a little late.

25 December 2021

Restrained.

When I get there,
Will I remember why I came?
Restrained.

27 April 2022

My night sky anchors me.
Infinity of stars , song of crickets.
Frogs crying in next yard pool

Surrounding me in gentled darkness,  
Promising light of the next day.
Orion showing the righteous way,
Moon glow.

Scented taste of newly mown
A gown of dewed web shimmering passes,
Awaiting realty of our primal existemce.

Another sound, deep and unwavering.
An owl blurring unnoticed,
A human’s cough and shuffle.
I’m grounded in my insignificance.

Whence comes comfort and stirring?
My belonging celebrates itself.

Love, Hate, Anher,
February 2025

Scorch the earth,  
Blister the Fire,
Flame the Wayer.

Love to the highest degree

Only one
26 June /023

The rhythm of the wind, refreshing the tress,
Holds the  essence of life. On my knees,
Praising the gift of you, my wife.
Such warm light you bring my life.

Never again, deny the wisdom of each muse,
Could fate ever be so generous or remind.
The scent of a sea rising over a summer sun,
Brings the secret of joy and love in
each day.
How can I sing your soul’s beauty, your praise ?
There, your heart, your eyes, I am ever won.




.

Hounds of hell tear bars,
Holding devils imprisoned.
Slabs of concrete, steel, start falling,
Ripping apart souls of stars.
Dreams laid broken tokens.
Scarred.

Time, salt of earth, sand, unbound,
Crushing streams of broken sound.
Cacophony of neglect.
Year of regret.

This morning
19 January 2023

Cold, Snowy.
*** bump woke me.
Still snowing.

Twilihht
26 January 2022

In the dimming light,
My vision clears.
I see the gifts that I have.
I feel the love we share.
The embrace of those not here.

You warm me, shelter me.
Twilight in my home.

Dying
18 August 2021.

In his father’s eyes,
He saw the future dying.
In her mother’s heart,
She saw the beaten.

Age
25 July 2021

Heavy airs abating.
Disease of diseases gating.
Sounds of sounds fading.
Light of lights evading.
Ridicule invading.
Use of use more less.
Shaking now our test.
Moving very slow,
Nowhere left to go.

Darwin’s poem said,
Inevitable you be dead.
Heaven or hell presumed,
As the fires consume.

Others still have chores.
Zero is our score.
Love, our fire escape.
Blessed if that’s your fate.

Living life full long,
Loving keeps me strong.
Forgive who long life live.
They their best still give.
Remember to forgive.

Insanity
24 March 2021

A world of insanity reins,
For some, no constraint.
Thriving the Crazies,
Live in the hazies.

Ease me into the daylight
11 February 2021

When February comes, it comes at war.

Days strive lighter, nights grow colder. Each at challenge paces  - ready already to fire -February pawns and Kings! The other pieces have fallen.

My extra blanket seems poor armor, as do the now naked trees, my quivering knees, world of snow and ice - what options, where is certainty?

I need to hold on. Some are laughing, but I am not. Who holds the die? Media? AI?

Anticipation is not today; it is not yet come. Even the earth needs to tilt again to a kinder place, and the anticipation makes me dizzy. Yet spinning the circus wheel threatens only but another toss into chaos and confusion today.

The Rook, the Bishop, Queen are off the board. The game is almost played.

Today’s paper renews my view. Boiling and bubbling that stew of staff-dead worlds we ‘*****’ ourselves to avoid. Where is mine? Who holds my manhood?

Factories steaming into the night. Workers walking head low. Asking where is our’s.

Up and down, round and round. Struggle-hungry for a quiet warm home.

Ease me into the daylight. I am trying not to blink.
Tis’ not my favorite, this famous February of 2021.

3 May 2021

Butcher, baker, candle maker, all glathered in a room,
Course time was late, earlier than noon.
No one had expected, what was yet to come.
Nothing to anticipate, recipe, or drum.
Butcher brought knifes, sticks and stone,
Baker broken spoon.
Candle wax, soap, and smoke were discord strewn.
No gold or silver ever found a place,
No one bowed their head, prayed holy grace.
Didn’t need a face.
What was put together would never last,
Was just a clump of things,
Older than the past.
Thought best lived with teeth and ***.
In the corner an old *** from witches brewed.
Threw all the pieces in for naught they knew.
Stuck out every way, never seemed a seam.
Kind of thing built by motley dream.
Wondered whether should be free,
This bit of dross poetry,
Looked a lot like me.

Wishes Lost
20 February 2021.

Time the greatest mystery.
Riddle history lost.
Why so quickly past?
Times of trouble noted.
Pain, suffering promoted.
Now wishes unfulfilled,
I bade the time to ****.
History be what I will.

24 August 2021

Anticipation.
Precipice of Desire.
Good and bad in doubt.

16 April 2022

It's been a long, snowy, cold winter.
Spring has been reluctant, slow.
Peeking in on my life then hiding.
Rainy dark, early morning days.

When is long enough, to satisfy those,
Who prefer, rather than pleasurable shortened times,
Prolonged hours with  friends in garden, park, or mutual consort.

Somehow I find all this focus on weather depressing.
Perhaps I am stretching things too far,
Spending time on the breadth of the tropic.

Never give up your hope.
Your strength that holds me together.
Keeps my world afloat.
Never give up your hope, my dreams are also live.
I found a life together, with blessings everywhere.
Ever, give up your hope, a future we all share.
Each day of the week I see, how much you mean to me.
You are the hope I held when I was at Sea.
Never give up your hope I’m standing by your side.
Try my best to be your loving guide.
Others may take your shoulder hold upon your arm
Always it will be your hope, that will be your charm.

25 June 2021

There stand the brave, the ordinary,
Courage, strength, determination,
Prepared for worst, the extraordinary,
Centre of every nation.

Mothers, children, fathers strong,
Holding values right from wrong.
When it seems none can win,
Their love shines over noise and din.

When you feel lost, left alone,
These folks make your home.
Honor those who stand so tall.
Tend their graves, when they fall.
They're not rare, after all.
Moms and Dads hear your call.



Selfless giving all they have,
With nothing left staying brave.

Reaching Out
30 January 2021

Stretching arms, breaking through the dark,
Remembering times in a country park.
Listening to the melodies of our past,
Making those moments live and last.
Time to laugh, love, and sing,
Together, time is fleet and on the wing.
Reaching out for you.

9 October 2024

Claimed by tides of time, I lived.
Home lives lived, I wandered.
Loved someone I knew, true  
Held by passion, I cried.


Owned? Or where can I rent?

Sweetness
27 July 2021

You are sweetness I  tasted.
Summer sun, winter nog, green so strung.
Fall orange my heart dated,
Golden bells my song that you rung.

Silk sheets you made for my night bed.
Clouds locking blue sky overhead.
Dancing in wind candied tassels,
Gleaming with caramel sash.

Sugared trees with bright apples.
Keys to honey life ****.
Streams of pure dapple.
Spices melting my heart.

Darling you hold my spirit,
Free from madness and dark.
Sweet as moon light fritter,
You are the net holds my heart.

❤️❤️❤️🎸

Joy
1 February 2021

You bring such beautiful joy,
You bring love and peace,
You bring life and happiness.
Thank you.
You bring such beautiful joy.
And that is not the least.

Times
30 March 2021

When I was young, each morning filled with hope,
Skipping school, jumping rope.
Rode my bike, hide and seek, played games till pedaled weak.
Stayed outdoors, till lights came on.
Energy, dawn to dusk, dusk to dawn.
This morning from my bed, kissed my wife, on her head.
Rose for breakfast, and with those oats,
Headed bath for comfort soak.
All those games just a joke.
In my gardens where flowers grew,
Arthritis blooms, pains renew.
Bills seem bigger, challenge looms.
Wife says groom, pickup brooms.
Seems to be so many rooms.

Easel of the Infinite
10. October 2024

On quantum easel, chaos flows,
Brush of time, where nothing slows.
Swirls of color, thoughts untold,
Mirror breaks, reflecting old.

From the furls of unknown threads,
Portraits whisper, shadows spread.
I call my own, but not alone,
In every stroke, a truth is shown.

Tym bends back, the past rewinds,
Yet forward marches, space unbinds.
Chaos paints with gravest care,
The universe, its silent prayer.

Each moment, captured, slips away,
Yet here I stand, each brushstroke stay.
In every swirl, a mystery,
In every glance, eternity.

Early Morning
28 February 2021

Start of another day, end of a month,
Quiet. Still no-one on the street.
This is my time of rest.
You are always in my thoughts.
Comfort, fun, surprises, peace.
Always loving you.
This new year is a blessing.
Grateful for you, your care and love,
The excitement of you!
Always loving you.

Vigor
30 August 2021

You welcome vigor and energy in our love making.
In the deepest moments of life we find peace and meaning.
Those times endure in memory of a lifetime well taken.
Comfort from the passion of life short lived, unseaming.

In your touch, your kiss, your loving, I am revived.
So grateful to be with you, I feel so alive.
You have awakened me again, welcomed me.
The vigor of your seas, I gratefully seize.
I will ride your wave, until the sun fades,
Until the winds of life, freeze.

Hope

24 September 2021



I wish you joy, new days to thrive on earth.

Love’s richest purse, styled in tender verse.
Life free of pain, happiness profound,

Sun matched treasure patch, I have found.

Moon, southern breeze,  charmed morning free. 

Gentle skies, greenest leaf, high on every tree.

Past tests were set uphill, sweated every day.


Search hours spent, ungentle sway.

Others felt your smile of angel salve,

For them, lives grateful had.

You were levered promise, tomorrow's ever gift,

Ode of poetry song, spirit slow, swift.



Karma dressed others less than we,

Others broke, lost and toked for calmer seas.

Memory, hard times, failed to sail alee.

No sweet honey, sour cease to please.


I wish bold hours, trouble to the past,
Lifelong comforts, you deserve at last.

No wants left me drown.  Wept, I found you.

Whole, kind, soul filled. Sweet and true.

Struggle never leaves, you bequeath your strength,

Amazed, grateful wonder, fate still bent,

To spend my life, new with you.
Heaven hope's scent.

When It Happens to You

When the storm clouds gather near,
And the winds howl strong with fear,
It’s easy to speak of courage bold,
But harder to grasp when the night turns cold.

When the world spins out of control,
And the weight bears down on your soul,
The words you offered to others in need,
Feel distant, hard to believe, or heed.

The road you once saw clear and bright,
Now twists in shadows, devoid of light.
The strength you preached in better days,
Seems lost in this darkened maze.

But deep within, a flicker stays,
A tiny spark that guides the way.
For even when life tests you true,
The heart remembers what to do.

Hold on to that thread so fine,
For it’s the tether to your line.
When it happens, and it’s all too real,
You find your path, you learn to heal.

The storm will pass, the skies will clear,
You’ll rise again, despite the fear.
For strength is born when we make it through,
Even when it happens to you.

Sweet Tea.
29 January 2022

Sweet tea,  fill my awakening.
Silk leaf, hold each wonder high.

Stir silver spoon, glisten emerald blue,
Daylight come, Sleep fade-into shadows.

Dreams, prepare a gift for today.
Heated  kettle, soften each bud, lusting release.

Savour this moment,  my heaven.
Sweet tea of morning in my bed.

Oceans
22 January 2022.  

In the infinity of you,
I find unending joy,
Calm as each wave,
Wash me pure.

Holding me under God’s sky.
Pain and sorrow find no hold.
Your courage true bold..
Your strength purest gold.

You leave not one behind.
Share, love, never blind.
Other find you angel fair.
Precious, gentle, rare.
Growing strong in your care.

Imagine
17 June 2021

Imagine a life without imagination

Monotone colours of  life relations.

*** only for procreation.

Missing the best sensations.

Dull flags for empty nations,

Cheese and pasta saturation.

Recreation swings not slides,

Only seeks without hides.

Teeter totter,, no mouth wide squatters.

Worse not doing what we naughta.

Imagine not  gives me fright.

Seeking nothing out of sight.

Dreams without Alpine hills,  

Movies without monster thrills.

Credit cards, no monthly bill.

No whoopee catch me pils.

Story books of history,

Without what could be.

Imagination should get more credit,

There, glad I said it.

Leave Me In My Corner
19 June 2021

Every prediction always off.
Even close there’s a loss.
I can’t keep you boss.
When my future easy toss.

I can’t see all your way.
Some days I need to stay,
In my corner, keep
away.
Have yourself a lovely day.

I heard you
9 Sept 2023

You spoke with your eyes, time past.
Dreams that died,
Broken on the pavement of life,
Driven wide.
Who holds the truth of winter,
The pain of summer?
You spoke with your eyes.
Colours of fall, wonder’s resound.
Promise, spring thunder heart’s pound.

My love, I hear you. Heaven’s long.

Enlightenment, Courage
4 March 2021

In extraordinary times,
Cherishing the ordinary.

Angels
7 April 2021

How did I find an angel?
Her smile and gentle gaze.
Every day enlightened, her amazing ways.
She loves me, shows every day.
How did I find an angel?
I’m living in her grace.

Love and Lover

17 January 2025

When we met, love and lover were one,
Pleasure and nights made us whole, undone.
Kisses, touches, and laughter spun,
Adventure called—any day, any sun.

Past loves faded like fleeting dreams,
Better lovers and their clever schemes.
Some were great, the rest forgot,
Skills I held, yet never taught.

At first, love seemed more than enough,
But going steady grew too tough.
Once or twice, it felt so right,
Yet never stayed beyond the night.

Random suitors caught your eye,
Pretty faces, clever lies.
A faster pace, brighter skies,
But never truth in who or why.

Yet through the storms, we held our ground,
Through loss and pain, a spark was found.
The years reshaped what love could mean,
A rediscovery, bright and keen.

Your hand in mine, we start anew,
Old hearts refreshed, both tried and true.
The paths we walked brought us apart,
To find again—a single soul.

So much more
22 July 2021

Many sites not yet seen,
Lived only in my dreams.
Places I’d wish to go,
Loves I wish I’d sown.
Magic in the mid of night,
Angels who touch is light.
Soon running out of time,
Trying to spend that one last dime.
Adventures waiting at my door,
Aching still for so much more.
Only lions hear my roar.

The Uni-Cycle
August 24, 2024

The apex of balance,
Uni-cycle Alone,
Every path taken, lands,
Near Home.

One wheel thumps over,
Each bump in the road.
Hover, whump, hover,
Future unknown.

Bicycle, front wheel and rear,
Map on steel rack  
Two like to steer,
Now back to back.

Tricycle rovers,
Lie on the road.
Rides over.
My love goes cold.

I  have little reason to like you.  Where did this love come from?
I am but a leaf on a fallen tree.

When you are away
19 June 2021

I see you in every rainbow.
Taste you in each summer shower.
Immersed in sweet wet flow of you,
Falling from your tower.

ONLY ONE.

How many failures does it take  to turn a GOD into a DEVIL ?

ONLY ONE

How many successes to turn a DEVIL into a GOD?

CAN T BE DONE