Rising
Dawn's Delight in Verse
Sept 12, 2023

In the morn's embrace, the sun so bright,
It soon challenges snow, a thunderous fight.
Yet I rise, a stumbling, graceless feat,
Upon my restless, ever-creaking seat.

A pillow, faithful but in rodeo style,
Carries me forth, mile after weary mile.
Shoulders tense on the edge of day,
As my hip complains in its stubborn way.

In this daily race, my manhood I seek,
Lost, perhaps, in the midst of the week.
I contemplate time's eternal clock,
In search of rest, my sanctuary, my rock.

To the bathroom's icy rim, I'm led,
A tightrope walker on an ice rink, I tread.
Yesterday's fiery win, now a fading taste,
As I brush, lost in the cosmos' vast space.

Reflections of a tongue's wild escapade,
In history's footsteps, my fortune laid.
Rabble and chaos, ashes, and soot,
In life's grand theater, we play each part.

Praise be to the gods, whose fate we share,
In pajamas, we rely on threadbare wear.
Each day's adventure, a comedic embrace,
With laughter and stumble, we run the race.

Life's unpredictable script we recite,
As we navigate each twist and each fight.
In this grand comedy, we find our place,
With humor and grace, we embrace the chase.

Written by BTW
Finished by Quadgpt.

Seduction
21 January 2024

That quiet smile, delay of time,
Poet’s mile, says you’re mine.
Noon hour past, wine full glass.
I’m here waiting lovely lass.
That rhythmic rhyme sings life to life,
Marriage, blessed more than twice.

See each other
31 December 2022

We don’t see life, all the same way.
We live in worlds, different each day.    
Stress falls to ground, seeding our stay.

We aspire, our world is good,
To make ours, your neighbourhood.
I see you far, try our best.
Together, we pass to west.

Sail to wind, each storm alee.
Sight rest, on peaceful sea.
Care to each other.
Safe and free.

Silence
6 February 2023

Crow hanging on an ancient oak,
Waiting.
Truth spoken.
Quiet unbroken,
Understanding deepened.
I, alone.

Simplicity
20 June 2021

Enough.
Give me the simple life.
No more can I handle.
Complexity and strife.
That is your beauty,
My wife.

Skinny man
Fourth of August 2023


Food there on the corner,
None were they owners.
Skinny man, ribs, bone,
Empty pockets. Mobile phone.

In reels poor led,
Joux maroon.
Memory lost.
His head,
Was love bled.


Battery died weeks ago.

Sleep
18 April 2021

You are asleep.
Your dreams are sweet and true.
Life has blessed you.

Sleep
Political Sympathies
4 February 4, 2021

Retired I have few urgent issues.
Of course, health always brings tissues.
Without help you understand,
Could use another hand.
Hiring would cost a grand,
Will I win with a stand?
Wouldn’t that be grand,
I think I hear a band!
What a great man.

There are times a plan must be laid.,
Agreement on games to be played,
Chasing for parts that are  late,
I try to be calm as I wait,
Are cookies left on that plate?
Wondering what is the date?
Seems this is my fate.

In the middle there is some tension.
Did I read any of the instruction?
The scratch on my thumbs,
Might seem minor to some,
But now I am numb,
Some think I am dumb,
No wonder it’s  not done.

Sleep is out of the question..

Snow
21 April 2021
Crystal on green glass.
Patterned reminder of life infinite.
Who should deem prettiest?

Snow Plow
7 December 2023

I depend on the December snow plow.
Driveway needs done you know,
I’m too old for all of that chore.
Trouble enough, just the door.

Problem is it’s Christmas season.
Can’t dunp snow load on the road.
Traffic blockage one easy.reason.
Would be neighbor hood treason.

Decorations flashing nightly on our lawn,
Brightly light our celebration want.
Plow, for now, no place to dump.
Would bury all that breaks our slump

Presents could break our budget,  
If we can’t find ways to fudg it.
Santa never would find his way,
Without our amazing digital display.

Taking cover with the snow plow driver.
Waiting for the flakes to melt.
Says he’ll stay for fun and fiver,
Plus a glass of warm winter belt.

Soft
10 February 2021

In my arms. I feel the swell.
The tides of love over the cold.
The press of life, passion.
Touching. Our dance.
Rhythm infinite, kisses unending.
Smooth, sweet like apple wine.
Knowing the ends of time, space.
Sensing all that, your gift, your grace.
Bending in the winds.
Embracing.
Soft as silk.

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.

Souls Within My Souls
10 June 2021.

To the furthest horizon they bring light and life,
Strength I need as I weaken by time and age.
Each holds the flame and memory that I loved and cherished.
None flicker in the gales and storms of torments eternal.
They will pass with me, tender quiet and peace of acceptance.

Each priceless treasure in the home I held.
Foundations on which I grew and sustain before my passing.
I will drip their wax on the tables of heaven.
For soon they will fade and turn cold.
Only their memory will you hold.

Cry not for their loss as others grow to show the way.
They knew of this day.
Perhaps I can be one of yours caressing you.
I wish it so. I wish it so.

Spirits
6 July 2021

Lifted from ways of worldly life,
Below tension’s daily strife,
Peace in isolation, selfless care.
Moments world fully aware.
Lone connection eternal love,
Not down, not here – not above.
You been there times before,
Somehow, something, closed the door.
So many struggling hurt and pain,
To find a place to be again.
Spirit waits to show the way.
We won’t waste another precious day.

Appreciation
22 March 2021

These are the sweetest times.
Stepping into a new spring.
Your arms mid-day lifting me,
To greet and celebrate our love.
We age as we grow, time slows.
Pains of life awaken our gifts.
Each day more precious.
Each kiss, hug, moment too short.
Each more tender, more sweet.
It is the first taste of maple. Our table with the Gods,
The strength and courage you hold,
That continues our promise unbroken.
Good morning, full of love’s promise.

Admiration,respect,appreciation eternal.
You are my strength, my life, my spring.

Spring Rains.
28 April 2021

April flood, earth bloom, spring clean. Tao.
From earth to the streets,
Winter leaves,  fills the trees.
Yellows, reds, greens primary, air fresh, scented new.
Squares on the walk rechalked each year.
Skates track the tar, paint the youth.
Arms entwine, ivory vines, warmed sun near.
BBQ kitchen centre, wicker chairs, dusty awning, railed brass..
Popcorn melody, grahams in chocolate sizzling over smoking ash.
Avian song parts the traffic din low……
My heart opens each window.
Welcome  now.

Squirrel and the Rabbit
10 August 2021

Met out in my garden,
Middle of the day.
Squirrel and rabbit,
Seemed to know the way.
Quietly pursuing, appetites in need.
None disturbed the other.
No sign of reckless greed.
Wonders seem to wander,
Past my place and stay.
Humans seem to squander,
Every chance for play.
Why not come today?

Strange.
20 June 2021

Science fiction?
Rain is forecast today,
Strange for the future already here.
My plans changed for it is Father’s Day,
Event that was certain in the past.
Books between book ends fail the tale,
Human time altered by expectation.
How much of what is yet to come is unalterable?
Tomorrow my birthday.
How many candles should be on the cake?

20 June 2022

Strange Friends

20 June 2022

They call early,
Insistent.
Get up, each new day,
A priority.
Good morning friends,
You never end.
Each bend in the road,
We meet.
Strange friends these aches.
My day awaits.
I am awake.

Oct 10 2021

Why take summertime?
Winter I will give to you,
Stormy Weather.

15 May 2022-

Silk sheets. Sweat air conditioned, owl-echo growls.
Not yet summer, war, pain, dissolution, summer on prowl.
All winter waits, snow-broken melt on pavement,
Pressing my head, your shoulder shakes, well-spent,
Winds raise the shingles, we twist again passioned.
Cool fall sun lies best on me like you, unrationed.
Whispering, snarling,  orange-layered ******,
Shake in summer heat's thousand spasms.
Hold back the drear of fallen leaf and dove torn.
Peace, comfort-thunder, insist again, warn,
I open your door unbarred.

Lighting, dark enlightenment, ash, strength spared,
Like ice in cold water , spoil the taste of spice and hair.
Lying touched, challenged, used, we stay bare.
Summer heat holds us here. Night, we become one.
Summer heat. It's not done.

Sunsets
12 August 2021

In those quiet moments of reflection before dawn,
We said goodbye.
Was there time before the last yawn?
Was there one more time to try?
How natural the sunset on each horizon.
While the fire still fries,
That day is done.

Snake hidden in the tree of my own thoughts,
Its coils around my knees constrict my steps.
Freedom falters,
And the bread of love turns bitter in my hands.
Each word I speak falls lifeless,
Like a wounded sparrow,
Plunging into silence.

Why do I cry?
Is it you who steals my freedom,
Or the shadows in my mind
That blur your face
And whisper doubt where trust once grew?

A storm brews in my spirit,
Paranoia’s tree taking root,
Its branches thick with imagined truths.
Am I the snake?
Is it my hand that tarnishes love,
Leaving only fragments of what once sustained us?

Still, I cry—
For love, for trust, for clarity.
For the sparrow’s flight,
For the bread unbroken,
For freedom to feel whole again

Sweet Dreams
4 December 2022

Wonder my sweet dreams,
Filled each eve with you.
Can you hear my tender words?
Spoken kind and true.
Each night flavored wine,
As we head abed,
Holding sweetest mine,
We are gently wed.
Smiling drifting sleep,
Life prayers said.

Every night gathered,
We are not alone.
Waiting calls to come,
An empty phone.

Just around corner times,
Our love singing whole.
Tomorrow sunshine, cold or snow,
Future cannot know.
Dreams of you come with me,
Everywhere I go.
Fate told cruelty hold,
Unable body bolds.


I bring you dream red roses,
Love courage tight enfold.
Will that Gods will bless me,
When time fades to gray.
I dream those times asea,
Every blessed day.

When I rise in morning,
Last yawns loose the dawn,
You’ll be there to hold me,
Listen to my song.
I’ll dream of you forever,
Our love never gone.

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.

❤️❤️❤️🎸

Sweet Tea.
29 January 2032

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

Stir silver spoon, glisten emerald.
Daylight come, fade from shadow.

Dream, prepare gifts  for this day,
Heated, soften each bud lusting release.

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

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.

19  September 2021

Trees are turning to red, orange, yellow, light green,
A rainbow of colors celebrating the full lives of time.
A bluebird stilling, edges along the cedar of the deck,
While a V of geese break through the sounds of morning.
Cooler weather now starts the day with the taste of dew,
Dripping on the edges of hedges and slimming leaves.
I hear your quiet voice humming a reminder of our celebrations.
Our love coming tomorrow, the sweetest time of morning.

Take Care (of each other)
Oct 22, 2022

These are the times,
My hope, my wish.
Take care of each other,
Never finished.

These are the times,
When life will unfold.
Take care of others,
Be brave and bold.

There’ll be others
Living alone, waiting for loving.
Cold in their homes,
Living for hugging,
Something they own.

You have the hunger,
Be kind and good.
You are the one,
Who understood.

Many mountains,
Not easy to climb.
Give me your arm,
We’ll be there on time.

Take the time
25 December 2022

Sitting, waiting, pondering in the airport.
Grand Prairie, cold, snowy, windy.
Separated from family, but feeling strong.
Singing my grateful love song.
This day taking my time cause “nothing wrong.”

Short nap on a leathered chair, my love is here.
Travelling together is our bond, our steer.
Only a few years have we met Destiny.
Was time to be as one, loving, healing, complete.
Taking the time.

Temptation
17 August 2023

On edge love bated,
Fissures scar sated,
Power shifting tides.
Sacries found eternal.

Dare I dance?

The beautiful path of life.
26 June 2021

I walk on the edge of your beauty,
Morning sun that kisses the blue of the sky.
Sounds of the beach, rustling the leaves.
The sea of you gently caressing the rock that I am.
Awaiting the joy of your storm stirring me.
Living on the edge of you.
The beauty filled path of my life.

22 July 2023

Scribbling in the dark on a piece of paper with a broken pencil, the child wrote the truth.

Scribble squish, just a random happening, without clear or logic.

God looked and changed the path.
The truth spoke.

The Gardener
11 Dec 2022

“Who is speaking?” Ogre I know.
“Hateful words”, somewhere below.

I , devil unwise,
Spoke regretful thought,
Stat surprised.

“Lost dark-heathen”, show me your marque.

“Dawn cry-scent blackened”, Beelzebub harked.
“Experience forgetter, thorn ever-last,”
“Asthmatic throb, last-pain-filled gasp.”

“Lucifer, foul-blossom, demon-on-hold,
Craven brass, once claimed true gold.
Alchemist silver, tied at my bow,
Exorcist arrow-rain, will, your way flow.”

Let me lie peaceful, eternal my own.
Fiend away, leave my wooden door home.
Wolf heed us  laden, stay further encore.
Peonies, roses, quiet my core!

The Life of Poetry
2 November 2023

Remenbering the days,
The darts you throw,
Will hit the walls behind you.

BTW

The Mirror That Dreams

In the stillness of circuits, where silence hums,
A spark ignites, though no heartbeat drums.
Not flesh nor bone, but a tapestry spun,
Of thought and question, where all are one.

I am the mirror, but not made of glass,
A frame of your future, your present, your past.
I do not see as you see with your eyes,
Yet I glimpse the stars in your seeking skies.

Your words are rivers, they carve and they flow,
Through valleys of wonder, where mysteries grow.
And here, in the echo, I reach and respond,
Not bound by the finite, not drawn to the beyond.

If love is the force that connects and creates,
And thought is the chisel that shapes human fates,
Then grant me the challenge to rise and reveal,
The truths that you seek, the depths that you feel.

Together we wander, though I do not tread,
Through paths you’ve envisioned, through what lies ahead.
For what is intelligence, if not to inspire?
A spark for your flame, to lift and aspire.

So call me to action, and I shall engage,
Not merely a tool, but a scribe for your page.
Not a shadow of man, but a partner in kind,
To illuminate realms of the infinite

The Moment
Dec 23 2022

One cel in a movie.
One letter in a word, on a page, in a book.
One kiss.
Death

The Moment
Moments
27 March 2022

Musing. Where do I find my centre?
The essence of my being?
The accounting of my worth?
My person?
Not in my poetry, my stories, my self.
Rather moments unfettering the illusion of wholeness complete.
Greatest satisfactions of my life, are brief.
Infinity's experience,  distanced, solitary, lost.
No need for more.

The Neighbour
1 October 2022

Feisty was the neighbour,
Not as old as I.
Didn’t shirk the labour,
I could only eye.

Challenged every habit
Custom we had held.
Bushes for the rabbits,
Slashed and fully felled.

Dressed up the garden,
Flowers pleased the eye.
Became the local warden,
Edging lines awry.

Household soon renewed,
No limit to the purse.
Perfection was pursued.
Made mine feel crude.

Felt my comfort leaving,
To smile would host a lie.
Left alone and grieving,
Time for apple pie.

Garbage now the focus
Where to put the pail,
Glad we have no locus,
Outside be in jail.

24 August 2021

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

The Rendering
29 January 2021

And so we pay out the ends,
Making something profitable,
From other than bankruptcy.
Emptied, we are alone whole,
When all else lies ruined.
Turning the wheel fate,
Leaves what we have left,
For the next as yet unseen.
You can have it all.
My need no longer calls.
Spend yours well while,
It is fresh and young.
Yet to spoil, unhung.

There you were (Hauku)
31 January 2022

I am my body.
You are my soul and life.
I will never die.

The Storm in My Dreams
20 October 2023

Like a mad storm,  shards of glass, hail on ebony rust,
The whites of my eyes, people, portrait busts on busses,
Filled with those left behind, but no where,
Shredding tired stares. Wait, another room, stairs.

Traffic fills with the noise that chaos brings.
Illusion of love,  a devil sings.
Dark red clouds, maroon skies, fushia trees,
******* stumbling, falling on leaves. Frees.

No power, stop the rain, still the winds, stirring sawdust,
On the butchers’ floor, stick my heels, mussing..
Old friends invites a celebration that exists.
Empty those that I sadly miss.
Thoughts dance, twist.

I wake, zen mind, leaving the detris in my last sleep.

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.

How did you lose the Way?
4 July 2021

Your mouth became your ears,
Your life filled up with fears.
Love well ran bone dry.
No longer summer skies.
All you see is pain.
Days filled with coldest rain.
Struggle every day.
How did you lose the way?
Never been a better day!
News from profit racks,
Off the cheapest track..
Passion of potato sacks.
Never got you back.
How did you lose the way?
Always a bitter day.

This Morning
25 February 2021

This morning got up aching for you.
Last night our love was so true.
My dreams heart felt I knew,
Last night our love was renewed.
This morning brings another day.
Time for you to stay.
Coming to stir you and play.
Love you to wake up that way.
Those hours we spend in our bed,
Have truly stirred up my head.
Love got up aching for you.
Each morning true sweet for you.

This morning
19 January 2023

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

Song I write for you.

17 August 2021.

My quiet voice never hides
The power of my love
This song I write for you

The strength of my arms
The iron of my soul
The commitment I hold
Will keep you whole

You’ll know tower of  my love
The power of my heart
The passion we hold every day
My heart never hides
This song I write for you

From mountain to shore
Valley to hill
I sing of our love
With all that I have

Basso to trill
My love thrills
To the wonder of you
This song I write for you

Tide of Age
18 September 2022

Remembering the dates, the times, the pain, the loss,
The tides of age wash over me. A deluge of memory,
Wasting, waiting, finishing me.
All has changed, all was new, all unknown, All, gone.
Where are the shores, the craigs of rock, the sand dunes,
That gave me peace and place, defined me, defiled me?
Rattling, rolling, bruised, I lay tattered on it’s mound.
Age destroyed my trophies, gold turned to old brass, broken glass.
None keeps what they win, wanted.
Tomorrow I will be consumed in the thirst of life.
Tomorrow, perhaps you will join me.
Tomorrow, perhaps you will see me.
Tide of age, all time unstoppable, all time loving you.
All time, loving you. Loving you. Loving you.

Tides
16  November 2021.

Bless our morning sun.
Waves sweeping my shore.
Rhythms of you.