chaos has a silver lining
don't be afraid and quit your whining
we're all in this, at the very same time
we will get through this but it's a tough climb
wash your hands, don't touch your face
distant yourself and keep the pace
the bug won't win if we do what it takes
let's kick it's *** and put on it's brakes

Brian Hill - 2020 # 95

I remember a lot of really good things
Like the time I had my very own swing

It was rope and wood and hung from a tree
It was always there to help me be free

I would swing so high I could see the next street
Back and forth with my legs to go higher was a treat

Sometimes I would be brave and try a big jump
Flying through the air and land with a thump

Oftentimes, that trick would really really work
Sometimes, however, it really really hurt

I like looking back to simpler times
When the fun was fun and it wasn't a crime

When people we're people and jokes we're jokes
No one got mad at what life did provoke...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 177

My brain told me it didn't want to write
It was tired and bored and stayed out last night

I told him I thought, he had to write something
He just laughed and said, all he had was just nothing

I sat down and thought, what will I do
Nothing came out that would make sense to you

I'll leave you with this and hope you'll tolerate
Writing poems is tough if your brain won't operate....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 151

Is there time in our life to have
To have that extra
That extra something
That extra something that makes us smile
That smile that creates a happier self
A self that gladly spreads the happiness along
Along to others
Others that without that smile
Without that smile, they would be
Well, they would be frowning
Who wants to be frowning when everyone else is smiling...
Just saying

Brian Hill - 2019 # 164

When you see something
Something glorious
Something fantastic
Something amazing
How does seeing it shift you

Think about this for a time
Think about the greatness that can be found
Find more of it

Brian Hill - 2019 # 263

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

Life, throws life at you
After you've been down life's path
If your still standing
You win

Brian Hill - 2019 # 152

We were expecting so much more
The weather report said it would just pour
The clouds came in and it started to roar
The winds followed next and left it's own score
The thunder made due as it rolled out its snore
The storm was here and it wanted much more

It wasn't as bad as the weather report
The storm sort of fizzled and ran a bit short
It laid down some snow with a hint of haze
It could have been worse as the report displayed
The scare was gone as the storm blew out
Back to clear weather without any doubt...

Brian Hill - 2019 # 298

The sunrise lights up
Dawns the earth
Gives us all reason

Brian Hill - 2019 # 277

I see the sunrise
nature never disappoints
such a simple act

Brian Hill - 2020 # 134

Watching the sunrise as it inches up the horizon is like...
Waiting for the popcorn to pop
Watching your favorite movie with that special ending
Remembering your last great kiss and wanting it again
Gazing into your fire pit with nothing else on your mind
Seeing a close friend for the first time in years
Having the greatest news delivered to you
Opening your eyes on a hike to see the most amazing, new sights
Hitting a hole in one
Driving down a long boulevard and not hit one red light
The smoothest, glassest water, to water ski on
The freshest, dryest, deep, untracked powder to float in
***....  The sunrise is all this and more!
Start you day with a
SUNRISE

Walking along at sunset is wonderful end of the day
You contemplate and remember, just what was on display

You think about the good times and throw in some new thoughts you had
You look back on your day and calculate if the changes made you glad

You hope that your day was well spent, on things that made you feel right
If not, there is always tomorrow, where a new path just might be the light...

Brian Hill - 2019 #249

My eyes were opened
Many clouds
Sunshine will follow

Brian Hill - 2020 # 23

**** 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 -

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

The Bridge - Haiku

There exists a bridge
This bridge is for everyone
What is it's reason

Brian Hill - 2019 # 317

Is it understood that time is of no value
It's wasted
It passes
It creates aged elements

What if time ceased
Think hard about this
Hard, I mean think heavy

What if time sped up
This needs to be considered
In all quirks of the natural world

Time is unexplained
Time possesses numerous undertakings
Time, is it on our side?

Brian Hill - # 223

the hands of time selfishly shuffle the deck
who knows what card will be dealt
crisis creates opportunities to rise up
overcome situations that are not favorable
what is familiar, is no longer
the hands of time forever play out

Brian Hill - 2020 # 74

as the world sleeps, the enchanting begins
being unseen and quiet, messages are delivered
information bouncing in and about all sleeping intelligence
apparitions and memories of long-ago actions
as the world awakens, the enchanting flees the mind
some of the enchanted will recall with faint impressions
some will remember nothing...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 265

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

Angel Moroni watches over his fold
He holds on to a horn said to be made of gold
He stands on top waiting the moment to arrive
When it finally comes the horn takes a dive

The earth was tired and decided to shake
The Angel looked down during what was a quake
What he saw was surprising and actually quite weird
All the people were gathering things it appeard

Why do they need all that paper in rolls
Why do they need all those bottles, who knows
The horn was broken when it hit the earth
It was bent in half, now what's it worth

Someone grabbed it right up and ran like the wind
He was chased and caught as this was a sin
He would have liked to play that horn
He held it so long and now he must mourn

What to do, what to do, is all he could think
The world has gone nuts and he needs a drink...

Brian Hill - 2020 # 79

The intentions were
To guide you through life's pathway
Where did it lead you

Did it guide you well
The pathway seemed to be bright
You brought love to all

Brian Hill - 2019 # 182

The bellowing and rustling of the wind
Screaming in from the mountains
Coming in with new found power
Power from changes in the weather
Bringing cooler temperatures and dust
Dust from earth that has been disturbed
Disturbed by the sprawl of people
People trying to relocate
Relocating in places with new and fascinating beauty
Beauty that was previously unknown to them
Them, the people coming.....

Brian Hill - 2019#138

navigating yourself along the corridor of decisions
realizing and executing are not the same behavior
viewpoints from the passageway have to be rearranged
choose wisely and make it a meaningful decision

Brian Hill - 2020 # 47

the secret path appeared before us
what is to become of the path behind us

Brian Hill - 2020 # 294

Today is the day before the celebration takes place
Today is the day we prepare for The Remembrance

What is The Remembrance
Looking back throughout the year
Count the blessings that you have witnessed
Count the times that being alive and just plain existing, existed
The simple things that you don't remember, but you should
The Remembrance is a day to SEE THE VALUE life brings...
Thank You and bless you
Have an extraordinary Remembrance.

Brian Hill - 2019 # 323

the whole intention of life is to get through it
there is no instruction manual
there is no easy way to explain it to someone
you are conceived and you die
your journey is not predetermined
your voyage can be altered
your trip around the sun is your own unique ordeal
put your seat belt on and enjoy the ride...!

Brian Hill - 2020 # 52

Coming to the rim
The rim that suffered through time
Eternity, gone

Gone and in the past
In the past and now absent
Forgotten, forthwith...!

Brian Hill - 2019 # 245

It's always in the mornings when it happens
Sometimes it's not extraordinarily and sometimes it is
Rolling onto your back and stretching before you can fully open your eyes seems to bring it on
What is it...?
And
Why do your toes point whilst it occurs?

Figure it out....

Brian Hill - 2019 # 285

She stared at me with the most faraway eyes.
I’m sure, I’m not known by her right now.
She wanders in and out of reality with just a blink.
She is trying hard to figure out who I am...
Am I Floyd?  A long, since passed, brother?
Am I her beloved son???
Am I a total stranger?
****, there is a tear of a remembered moment.
What could it be?
What could it be?
The sadness that clouds everyone near.
The spouses, children, friends and all support people.
Bless the support people...!
****, tears again..
Lost forever in this mind craziness...
Where is my mom.?
What is this terrible craziness that she is going through?
This is such an undignified disease...
Where is my MOTHER..?
And now the final moments of her life are about to pass.
How extremely sad,
these souls,
Will not have enjoyed
their last moments.
with living,
breathing, loved ones
in the room.
They will be
surrounded by long past
remembered ones.

Oh, the sadness in it all....

Brown Hill - 2019#66
Inspired by Mom. So sad to see!

The Tree...

How long have you been here

Thousands of years I feel

How did you get here

A little bird left me here

And you have survived all that nature could thrash you with

Yes, and I will be here for more and more, or until...?

Brian Hill - # 232