Flying free
Over the highways
Bound for tomorrow
New promised lands

Opening doorways
Yet to be opened
Trying adventures
Not even planned

No longer chained
By mythic illusions
Scarecrows resolving
Infested minds

Breaking old habits
Never to follow
Long ago bound’ries
Never defined

Seizing the moment
Only the future
Time moving onward
Always at hand

6/4/19

Cinnamon toast
Or English muffins
Covered with butter
Or strawberry jam

Happy-go-lucky
A joyous surrender
Feast to the nostrils
The taste buds and then

Smiles to remember
As creamy confections
Swirl ‘round the mouth
Caressing the tongue

Happiness is
A simple reflection
Of cinnamon anything
A cinnamon fan

6/2/19

Reading the blogs
Is a perpetual challenge
Wondering why something is there
Wondering if the author is scared

Are they writing to write?
Or writing for reason?
Or are they simply compelled
Just to put something up?

Fashioning fancy after
Reader’s approbation
Extending a handshake
To comments not meant

Reading the blogs
Of writers prolific
Joyous new wonders
A daily dose of cheer

Writers keep writing
And upload your treasures
The universe awaits you
To savour your gifts

6/2/19

I am a devout foodist
I celebrate every holiday
That involves food
I’ll try anything once
Except grasshoppers, ants
And other creepy-crawlers

Dinner is a sacred point in the day
Not just a repast or fuel for the body
A joyous time to be savoured
And reveled in
To be rekindled on the tongue
Throughout the evening

Foodism is open ended
Open to all of those
Who desire to luxuriate
In the pleasures of the gastronomic
Who feast with their eyes
As well as their taste buds and stomach

Foodism requires no special meeting house
Restaurants, side-walk venders and home
The approbation of the culinary skills
Praise for the chef
All uniting under one umbrella
All celebrating foodism

6/1/19

New tomorrows
Sprinkled with uncertainty
Hopeful yet unknowing
Born of some spectral happenstance
That unites souls
Without knowing when or how
Looking in the mirror of time
And seeing infinity
Holding hands at the crossroads
Without questioning which way to go
Knowing the path to follow
Uncertainty gone in a tornado
Swirling in the core
Opening new vistas
And new tomorrows

Where do rainbows go
After they fade away?
Is there a land of color
And parades of chocolate cake?

Do leprechauns go bowling
Or skate in pools of rain?
Do milkshakes last forever
In a never empty glass?

Why does raspberry sherbet
Melt upon the tongue?
And is there always laughter
Where tiger cubs go to play?

Are stories to remember
When gray hair covers heads?
Or does childhood last forever
In the hearts of those who’ve understood?

5/28/19

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Forest views
Awaken at sunrise
Piercing the clouds
As the day is reborn

Birds come to life
In wild interaction
Like a rainforest surrenders
And tropics unwind

Trees in transition
Calming the spirit
Relaxing the tension
As sunrise begins

Evergreen mem’ries
Outlining the skyline
Feasting on dewdrops
Forever again

Maple leaf forests
Defining the landscape
Perfection outnumbers
The harbinger boughs

As forest views remind us
To open our daydreams
To passion surrender
Another day found

5/26/19

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