i have this mountain
it's part of me.
it gets so lonesome
here by the sea.
we pine and fret,
will my edges hold?
will i respond?
not be timid not too bold?
lets have fun,
and crave some turns
where is our snow?
must drive to learn.

You're tender arms have called to me,
i surrender with remedy.
With all my strength i give to you,
So you may know my love is true.

It's once again our saturday
And home sweet home my baby stay
i'll please her in my special way
its how well spend our saturday.

Man is the only animal that blushes,
or needs to.

Seneca told us,
with a measure of gladness,
there is no genius
without tinter of madness.
No wonder i thought
when feeling so blue,
so crazy in love i've fallen for you!

Summers gardens were rife with scent,
Our time of planting was well spent.
Now mother earth will give us grain,
Lord, please, we could use more rain.

is the inscription on
the tombstone where he lies,
Dead he is not, but

departed,
the poet never dies.

Bless all travelers, who pause right here

Bring them mirth and be of good cheer

And Lord Bless those who leave this mound

Grant a smile for what they've found.

oh I'm still alive
she said I'm ready for you
i made the bed
the blossoms are new
how sweet the song of life is
to listen and enjoy and remember
this isn't a quiz.

you said i had no talent:
that models have no rap.
i tried to sing Sinatra,
you sneered and that was that.
at least i went down swinging,
so what it was a miss?
Community Theater Director:
why offer a diss?

his passion still to
covet general praise,
his life he forfeits
in a thousand ways.

What do i see,
if i'm riding my Kite?
Darting and dancing,
to the clouds that i like.
Colors are streaming, soft
winds that will lift,
3/4 oz ripstop
what a marvelous gift.
Then land in the end
soft tube i do seek.
until breeze beacons,  again i will greet!

the time it takes,
to do it right
will craft a poem thats
out of sight.
But prose that drafted
seems done real fast,
without a cadence it just won't last
For all the greats worked and toiled
So their poems would not be spoiled.

want to write a song so fine?
start to write and make it rhyme.
Give a listen to the songs of past,
you just may see their path at last.

Snow, sweet snow,
come again...
Laden those tree tops to their brim.
Got good gear to keep us warm,
All we need is a perfect storm.
4 Wheel drive will get us there,
find us smiling on first chair.
heaven knows we passed the tests,
Issue forth for we're all blessed.

We have this Pom who just won't howl.

He'll sit and rumble, its not a growl

We know he's ready and set to bite

he gets cranky often, when it's late at night

he rides with me, on my bike

all self trained it's what he likes

sits real still, perched on my knee
perhaps you'll see us his names Codi

Pete liked to rent his splitters:
deliveries were the best.
The times we spent together
with saw dust in our vests.
He understood his buddies
if told "just need a day,"
We liked to demo splitters so
Pete gave them all a play.
Then head on over to Zepher
some lame was out of gas,
Stop to scarf a burger,
then drive to save his ***.
Pete understood the woods
and dropped his spoog at night
Rangers took their samples;
but moisture  was not right.
He is sadly gone now
the trees will miss him still
it's only cause I loved the man
and guess i always will.

for all to use
all are here for you to chose

just like kids
we set them free
and our prayers for them to be
used for good to spread the joy
for all the folks  both girls and boys

Poets use words to let others share

Try to help others emote  and care

The love we have  is long and true

I'm ****** lucky that I chose  you.

****** if i
don't have it made,
porch swinging with some lemon aid,
bobber twitching there in the shade.
Weber smoking our ribs are laid.
warm peach pie cause we just got paid
last my Martin on which I serenade

my lady tells me
"its only winter time"
but she's not found the secret
or found that special line.
sweet surrender is what she knows,
but color me gone:
when it starts to snow.

with flat regard
our paths are chosen
but it gets hard.
to see the rocks
and barren ground.
we wait some more
for natures mounds.

Who needs alarms, that wake us to soon,
We simile out of slumber at the sound of Ka Boom!
No need to be timid,  fresh powders too deep:
get up and get out and
conquer the steeps!

Early morning skien of geese,
their cadence marks the course.
They're headed for our pasture pond
where we once loved our horse.
They glide on in with silence now,
all sounds are laid to rest...
the final skim the surface clear we
count them with the best.
for sure as sunsets pass the tests,
Sonoma County is always blessed.

Poets find it easy,
to love the girl they've wed.
So off i go for Moocha now
to find her in still in bed.

Mo'ne Davis
I salute your arm.
The style you pitch you sure disarm.
How fast would you throw , if you could?
All batters shuffle , to grab some wood.
Look out future here she comes...
to watch each game, it sure is fun.

Amber just so mean!
some say south of scary.
opponents have been known to whine:
"her looks will curdle dairy"
her corners say she goes though folks,
but we all see the cleanest
adversaries all line up,
and vote this girl the meanest.
She hands out lumps, scars and bruises
and when she's done some been known:
to have a nose the oozes.

we see it working,
its every day
the global warming is here to stay
resorts are stymied
they lost their way,
cram the riders
to earn their pay.
what's the answer? please do tell,
or are we slipping into  hello
everybody do your part,
try a solution that's really smart.