By Marshal Gebbie:

Sought the lost and lonely trailles
Slept beneath the stars,
Walked where the wild beast trod
And gazed aloft to Mars.
Tasted that which succoured me
Exquisite on the tongue,
Drank the wild and wooly brews
Then lay down in the sun.
Ran the race of all young men
Epic and guilt free,
Often paid the price in pain
Which brought me to the knee.
Could lament on sorrows past,
Easily shed a tear.....
But things just, kinda, balanced out
Twixt laughter and the fear.
Can't complain about my lot
I've scaled the mighty peaks
And paddled my old log canoe
Despite it's many leaks.
Guess it all boils down to where
Your values rest in tune
In moments of tranquility
Beneath a hanging moon.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ

Much of my life has been invested in
nurturing my children to embrace kindness.
To practice and project decency in their
lives and thus reap the rewards that good
behavior does inspire. To revere and embrace
love given and received.

They will be bequeathed some material riches
when I am gone, but these moral principles
and lessons passed down to me from my folks
are my most enduring and valuable legacy.

My lifelong desire is that my offspring pass on
these values to their future progenies, as there
is no greater human gift to bestow or receive.

I find it odd
that my old dog
growwwls
and lifts her ears
when she hears
a pine cone fall
somewhere out there
on my neighbor’s
forty acres
but pays no mind
to the dogwood’s
bark in the quiet
of the night
out in my front yard.

It was awkward when I stumbled upon my lover
as my intention was to be more coy,
but an ache jumped to the tip of my tongue,
and I tripped on the fat toe of desire.
Eye to eye, we are naked in love
falling as a gentle, spring shower
with all the power to waken
the slumbering hillsides of grass.

Pocket lint was magic dust masquerading
2. If I kicked a rock down the street I would have to move it back otherwise it had no way to return to his friends
3. Music made storms go away
4. Bugs couldn't climb furniture
5. The next door neighbors back 40 held a secret gateway to other dimensions
6. Your belly button was how your legs stayed on
7. Moving clouds is what made wind
8. Stars were just holes that the light of heaven shone through

There are few things more pitiful
In this first world society
Than a man
In stretchy pants
With a
Pointing down *****
Getting a *****
In a situation where
Adjustment is
Out of the question

You were a bright yellow flower
That bloomed in early July
I was the shy little bumble bee
That was always passing by
I would like to keep my distance
Cause other bees liked you too
Any yet you barely knew me
And I barely knew you
But somehow I felt like I've seen you before
In this botanic garden of dreams
Filled with flowers of blue, violet, orange
And crystallized glistening streams
But yet you were one of few yellow flowers
So you easily stood out
You colors always remained vibrant
Even during Our droughts
So I kept on admiring your colors
But I still stayed far away
In our vibrant crowded garden
Until you noticed me one day
And I started to fall in love with you
But soon came the end of July
And all of us smart bumble bees know
That's when Sunflowers die