suddenly, and with incredible momentum, times changed
evidence of the past was soon to be forgotten
oceans evolved into landmass
rivers flowed uphill creating waterupfalls
mountains eroded in reverse gaining magnitude and significance
Toilet paper turned into sand
what is the reason
will this paradox ever be solved
it happened, can it reverse back
oh wait, that's what a paradox is

Brian Hill - 2020 # 77

enormous and graceful hands reached out
hands glistening with sweat and pain
pain from years of hard and intense toil
searching the world for his one authentic desire
the desire to save me....
me, the one item in his life that did not need saving
who is he to think that
who am I to refuse

Brian Hill - 2020 # 38

What, oh what, do I write about today
Do I write about the weather or of something gone astray

Let's think about this for a minute and see what subject comes up
Sometimes you sit here just staring and refilling your special, coffee cup

Sometimes your dreams have a great subject, that disappear as soon as you wake
You try like mad to remember,  but you can't, cause your brain is now on a break

The mind plays jokes on the poet, it leads you in so many ways
If we all could just control it, then writing, would be more like play...

Brian Hill - 2019#130
Inspired by sitting here staring at my coffee cup...

the graceful butterfly flitted and fluttered
searching for the perfect blossom to take a stance
a locale, so perfect and flawless, that she could finally unwind
relax after hours, no days, of searching
finally, that bloom, with the exact effervescence she needed was there
right under her delicate wings
she was home....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 85

Hello Sunshine...

Hello sunshine, where have you been
It's great to have you back again
With all the warmth and comfort you give
With all the light and beauty helping us live
To all the wonders of your power and your force
We stay the course

In the evening when you go away
Dropping sunbeams with a trace of gray
Then the you set, with colors gracing our eyes
Leaving our skies

There's darkness where light had been
Hoping that you will come again

the emotional stillness of the morning breathed newness into the dawn
the sun stretched, yawned and slowly peeked over the horizon
breathing in what was left of the night
letting her arms of light slowly turn into a new, fresh sunrise
wake up.....  wake up and be

Brian Hill -  2020 # 222

we need to honor the MEDICAL TEAMS
who are taking on this fight
they're at the front with all the risk
and sometimes there is no light
what would we do without them
as this virus takes control
one by one it pollutes us
in TEAMS, they stay on patrol
we need to honor the MEDICAL TEAMS
they will help us win for sure
they will hold their ground regardless
and help that someone find a cure

Brian Hill - 2020 # 86

This mornings moon was just about ready to bid the night sky goodbye
It's crescent beauty hanging on just long enough to spark the question why

Good morning, as I gaze upon its beauty and question its very existence
It disappears, on its way to a different skyspace, at a great distance

This thought is overwhelming, the moon never realizes daytime gazes
It skirts around the earth, being seen at night in its different phases

The beauty it has shared for years and years, just seems to happen
Without it, the night sky, would be just so, ... Blacken

Brian Hill - 2019#104
Inspired by (of course) the morning moon...

Hello to you, and you and you, what can I do today
I see what you want, it's ghastly and gaunt, and I think you should just go away
What do you mean, you think that it's keen; it's awful and I can't abide
I think you should hurry, and please, please scurry, get out, your want is denied
We all have our views and yours made me choose, to ask you to leave me alone
I know you meant well, but I bid you farewell to move on to a better unknown

Brian Hill - 2019 # 219

Why do you haunt me so
Leave me alone in my happiness
You never wanted me to be happy
You never ever thought happiness could exist
How could it be surrounded by your constant frown
Your constant whining
Your constant complaining about everything
You never thought I could do it
You never gave me encouragement
Why
Why were you always afraid
Always thinking the worst
Always believing that failure was going to happen

Well the hell with you
I need a new attitude
I need to smile and succeed

Toxic Attitude BE GONE!
Let my new life begin....

Brian Hill - 2019#126
Inspired by remembering past attitudes...
Who out there has memories of past attitudes that creep up and surface...?

Art is personal and has many forms
Paintings, pottery, and people who perform

Music, Photography, the making of bling
Finding new ways to dance on a string

Poetry, screen writes, and novels are there
Finding new expressions that you'll want to share

What is your flavor, how far do you go
To find your own art form, that shows off your glow?

Brian Hill - 2019 # 153

It's yours to make....

In life, there are always choices to make
To turn events into wants and desires
To turn dreams into reality
To turn reality into your space
To make your space,
Well,
Your space....

Get your bite out of life
Take the biggest and baddest bite
Take a bite soooo big that people notice
People will want to join you with your bite
Your bite...
Not there bite,
Your bite...
Do you want to share
Your bite?

Open up your mind
Open up and decide
What space
What bite
What reality
Just What
Do
You Want....!

Brian Hill - 2019#112
Inspired by choices to bite....

There’s a little voice inside your head
Have you wondered what it just said?

Did it tell you to do it or look the other way?
Did it have you thinking it would be a good day?

Sometimes it's quiet and you think you're alone.
When all of a sudden you let out a huge grown.

I've got an idea and it just popped in.
Where did that come from, you say with a grin.

You sing a crazy song, that was long ago forgot.
You remember a story with a, ”did I do that” plot?

We all have this voice, its not just me.
I love that my voice is great company.

Brian Hill - 2019-March

In a room filled with bubbles
Take notice of the little ones
The little ones travel the distance because they survive commotion
We are in a new year and decade, pay attention to the little things
Stay away from commotional chaos
Have a terrific introductory day to fresh beginnings

Brian Hill - 2020 # 1

The one true thing in life is this
We are not getting out of here alive
Not one single living thing is exempt
We, as humans, do not plan for the end game
The journey towards this goal should be planned
Play, education, work, stress, family,
Illness, retirement and lastly, leaving our earthly boundaries
Is that so hard?
Yes it is....!

Brian Hill - 2019 # 206

It happens every year
Seasons are shifting and allowing in the changes
Skies will become confused with new shapes and formations
Water will drift in and out with unique forms of moisture
Snow, sleet, hail, rain
Wonderous winter scenes will become extreme masterpieces
Skies will be purified and cleansed
Scenes to be remembered and cherished

Brian Hill - 2019 # 299

how do you know
how can you tell
is it something you want
can you tell by the smell
are you willing to take on
a mission this vast
you have to be ready
you have to be fast
what is it really
why is it there
we really don't know
and really don't care
these words are just jibberish
and don't mean a thing
they're there for a reason
and that is word bling....

Brian Hill - 2020 # 93

distraction can touch
touch in manners that are not familiar
memory claws will reach out
touching with thoughts forgotten
past awareness may re-enter
making effort to build on those remembrances

Brian Hill - 2020 # 28

The wind slowly lifted its Find into the sky
Swirling it around and around as it gathered momentum
Momentum that helped the Find raise higher
Higher and higher till it was rolling and sky bouncing
Bouncing through the air as if it were trying to see
Trying to see the nature of the wind that held it afloat
Afloat so high and with such gentleness
Gentleness that only nature can fool you into believing
Believing the journey would never end
The Find was wrong
As suddenly as the Find was lifted to great heights it began to fall
And fall it did...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 174

Your barrier is closing in
How far will you extend your measure
Your measure will be the limitation
Your ONLY obstacle

Brian Hill - 2019 # 307

man, without wisdom, is uncivilized
understanding how to decide and teach
are we headed backward or forwards
the future, currently exists, only in our minds
do, or will we, have the vision to move
to move past the present, into the future?
((ouch)), (my brain exploded)....))

Brian Hill - 2020 # 295

It is a new day
Today will always be fresh
What is on your mind

Assume that today will be
Will be the start of something
Something unlike yesterday

Take hold of these times
Times can not be repeated
Forge new memories

Brian Hill - # 234

Do you remember frogs and their ribbit, ribbit sound?
Do you remember them hoping, all around and round?

Do you remember tadpoles, looking slimy and gray?
Do you remember catching them, made a very, very fun day?

Do you remember the first time, your tadpole lost its tail?
His legs were bigger, his tail was gone and he wasn't quite so frail.

Those memories flooded back to me, as I did my morning stroll.
The sound of frogs was ribbitting as if they were on patrol.

It seems like forever, since I had heard that sound.
I had to stop and hold my breath and slowly turn around.

Yep, it is, it really is frogs, that are wishing me good day.
I'm glad I heard, their ribbit sound, and these memories flowed my way.

Brian Hill - 2019#73
Inspired by the welcoming frogs this morning..

Times have changed, and that's a fact, and it's not always real kind
When you look back and compare what was, you see patterns ... are we blind

Look at what exists today, pay attention to the real
The real is now, it's not before, and sometimes not ideal

We should look back and learn from it, so we can change the model
Let's not repeat the stupid things, and go forward on full throttle....

Brian Hill - 2010#135

dressed in a sharp way
needing to be understood
making memories

Brian Hill - 2020 # 152

What goes through the mind of a poet
It would frighten most people and I know it

The things you think of to write about
Take you to places that most folks would have doubt

The words that find their way to paper
We wish sometimes, would turn to vapor

We see things in dimensions, that are dimensional
Is that a word, if it is, it's just plain criminal

See what I mean, about the mind of a poet
I think my brain just exploded, I want a doughnut

Brian Hill - 2019#126
Wonder what could have been the inspiration for these words.....?

Fearless challenges
Tearless crying
Loveless relationships
Sunless days
Starless nights
Windowless houses
Snowless winters

Less is never more....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 262

Good girl
Go get the ball
Need to go ***
Let's go for a walk
Where's your toy
These are words that all dogs hear
These are words they hear very clear
They do their best to give you love
They ask for nothing but love from above
Give them the time and teach them these things
The love given back is worthy of kings....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 305

**** it they said, without bowing their head, and forgot to mention they knew.
The story was told, of a trail of gold, that seemed too good to be true.

That trail it seems, was really a dream of the man that guarded the book.
The book was so old that the pages we're told, were faint, and gobbledygook.

What would you do if your trail's taboo, would you continue and go on your way?
Or change up your course, find a new source, and see how it plays out today?

Brian Hill - 2019 -

Of course, masterpieces of the mind, require sensationalism
Returning to the womb to re-visit the beginning
This journey is one extraordinarily odd voyage
Can it be achieved

Brian Hill - 2020 # 33

There is a monster in the house waking up, the rising sun
It’s terrorizing everyone by shouting get your gun

What caused this crazy commotion and why is it today
The guns not real the monster is me, and I’m shouting to get my way

Sometimes you have to be, a monster like this, of sorts
You bang around, make lots of noise, resulting in some snorts

Most of the time, it doesn't last long, and you go about your day
You've spouted, pouted and shouted, oh what a pretty display...  NOT

Brian Hill - 2019#136
I'm not mad, I just wrote it that way...

Who out there has beans in their ears
The beans could be brains, they don't make it clear

Where did they come from, I want to know
Will they come out, I really hope so

Are the beans put there by your very own Teacher
I don't think so, maybe it was the Preacher

Are they put there for any kind of cause
Who knows for sure, it makes one take pause

I know I was told not to put them there
That's all I remember, I thought I would share....!

Brian Hill - 2019 # 179
This song is real people...
Who remembers?

Skeptical views disorient the pleasure of not understanding
Not understanding the viewpoint right in front of you
Truth or misconceptions will unfold if you endorse the information
Just saying...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 30

Nature has it's wants
Wants what it wants when it wants
What is it missing

I believe it's missing love
I believe it's forgotten
I believe it can be saved

Listen to nature
It is telling us to stop
Stop, smell, view, and learn

Respect her wishes
She will be here long after
Let's not let her down

Brian Hill - 2019 # 220

Sitting in the midst of natural blessings in waiting
Waiting for the sun to bid farewell to the present day
A day spent in search of reasons
A day needing the kind of conclusion filled with beauty
Magnificence only nature can achieve
Preparing the answers that have been elusive
And then it happens
Glowing with mad eruptions of itself
Rays of emotions bursting out to share their message
Trying to explain what cannot be understood
The vision remains only seconds, the emotion will be forever
And then.... twilight arrived

Brian Hill - 2020 # 103

do you remember the gramophone
funnel shaped speaker and its really bad tone
the memory came back on this mornings walk
not at all sure why, but I could sure hear it squawk
the high tone sound of that very large disc
you had to wind it up so, that disc would spin brisk

it was a joyful thought and set my mind at ease
now have a good day with old memories please..

Brian Hill - 2020 # 88