MOONLIGHT MILE

Voluntarily merging with rapidly cooling air,does it draw more energy from our depths as we stare

Pulling me as if partially full, wanting to fulfill a hidden inner need,drinking it in helping to establish our new creed

Our moods possibly intertwined like the push & pull of the tides,increases our need to be immersed in its glare

Bright night keeps us from fright, showing hidden apparitions with it's glow,exposing to all the power it can yield

Simple journey merely a need to feel closer ,body,  soul seeking a new role,will it bring new energy as I stare

Drawing from radiance hoping for the guidance ,external glow guiding my flow as I venture farther out into the field

Taking a simple path leaving behind any wrath,taking comfort in twilight hoping it's strength will help my mind repair

Growing restless but letting the glimmer  make it's mark,through the light will my inner heart be revealed

Lunar light with all the might  may appease us on our flight brightly helping us prepare

Seeking to saunter left in limbo until finding that lantern ,waiting for the new beauty to be unsealed

Missing certain daytime beauty,but taking in wonders from the shadows,reflections from an owl's eyes as it stares

Grand orb lending itself so I won't stumble as I stroll around a bend & up the knoll ,Maybe this time or the next, more of mother nature's wonders will be perceived.  R.C.

LONELY LISTENER

Note for note calling out, from a mere whisper to that great SHOUT  

Faithful follower through the static I never decline ,wait for the new buzz or keeping time in rhyme

Sometimes something to abrupt met with a block,yet still flourish for the new Rock,selecting noises that carry more clout

Days of ecstatic d.j. now lost ,wider broadcast but at what cost , is it worth it just to hear the same old line

When we awake begins slight toe tappin,easy rhythms help carry worldly weight

Orchestral drums from the clouds as rain marks the beats,,lightning bolts sounding like a new chime

Ragtime or romance,does not take much to get our rock to roll,jazzy mood or brooding blues ,even the background hum of elevator  101 can be great

Back to a time of tuning that dial ,hits or misses just for a smile,anything to keep that inner sound divine

Adjust we must,change through experience and age,maybe not accepting of the new rage ,does our love of the tone speak of the future or mark our fate

Waiting for that new disk was it worth the risk A or B first? melody's await will their harmonies catch us in our prime

So keeping our ears open, our eyes await to see what symphony is at the gate
what serenade is new to our soul,waiting for it to wash over us,seeing which trigger it will activate .R.C.

FEATHERING THE NEST  


Started the race naked and wanting, reaching out accepting whatever they give

Blanket and warm ***** meet our needs,drop of milk from our only true friend

At first we adjust because we must ,unknowing there was a choice,simple acceptance to help us live

Bringing more into the cradle,baubles then glee with that first rattle,everyone helpful all so kind

Finding how to function brings more gumption ,then wanting more goods is another way to help us jive

Well placed placards,voices always ringing then another singing,constant selling ,has over consumption left us all blind

Basics  being lost ,frivolous thought have a cost ,  matching bedspreads with a bathroom and maybe even my car now a vice

So much all around hard to focus on one sound,from simple notes to a full orchestra we have been redesigned

Does lacking leave us grieving will our need bring us up to speed,that new want be satisfied by the next

Will more blankets bring added warmth ,stacks of staples leave us satisfied,needing only one at a time leaves the others nullified

With age brings wisdom,but have we gained from when Mom was our guiding light pretty packages leaving us in a trance are the real issues being addressed. R.C.

FALL BACK


Leaving the searing sins of summer behind to take a milder approach

Longer brighter days left begging as the sun sets  closer and closer to the evening news

Early is still warm but with a cool night, removing an hour will help lighten the load

Home is divided between heating or cooling ,but cuts bills that gives us the blues

Early autumn whispering, green leaves still glistening ,watching the beautiful blossoms erode

Whistling winds no longer as warm, chilly nights more the norm , changing clothing a game of pick & choose

Frequent freezes still blocked by late summer breezes,longer nights mean the day has slowed

Soon dreams of cider and rich apple pies will ring true,switching from salads to hearty stews

Casual shorts & t shirts changed out for long pants & flannel ,not quite ready for those heavy sweaters to be sewed

Final warning to prepare ,wild winters do not care ,first frost means higher cost ,seal all holes ,block all winters air unless you live in an igloo.

Last winters memory lost ,spring also faded ,settling out of summer for the upcoming beauty of Fall and all she will bestow. R.C.

WE MUST ADJUST

Wanting our own way is something many only wish for or blindly crave

Making a grand display is more often a great rarity than something known as the norm

Modify complex lives,alter that big flood before it is paid in blood ,redirecting that wave

Taking a lower rung on the ladder isn't always a simple matter ,balance takes a new form

At times the rush may seem too much ,needing a way for balance must be our new craze

Astray is a rough way ,good things don't always last ,occasionally needing to be reborn

Never at ease on the sea ,Earth and her many ways to play,river run dry ,deserts overflow,but from a fog we must emerge from the haze

Family's divided ,their split over wills is  a new ill,members together are now  alone and left forlorn

From the bottom we climb, each level coming in time ,keeping from going astray as we make our way through the ongoing maze

So as we arrange the way we play ,sometime pleasures take second base, so we learn to harmonize constantly finding new ways to make us strong R.C.

LEND ME A WORD

It seems such a waste to look & look through all of the letters that help form all the words

Would we so quickly condemn a vagrant on the road with a sign stating "Will work for verbs"

With so many how would one know which sound or function is missing,simple flock or huge like the herds

One language severely limiting in what is perceived, at a loss to what is received ,something new like a gem or clutch of pearls

Fainting memory hiding even more, a simple caption brings out a new score, bringing something from the reserves

Finding is easy ,aligning much harder,start with one barter for another,leading sentences into new curves

The lender should not hinder,maybe the new text will bring the world abreast and giving the writer what he deserves

Unscramble with a new game of scrabble anything to break up the ramble,the more we're left looking the more it gets on our nerves

Exploration and hidden expectation,some become obsessed in for the duration,like a tornado of talk lost in the swirls

So much energy into inquiry of analysis for a simple product  ,but importance is placed
on explanation so maybe each comment will have it's own chauffeur.R.C.

REMNANTS OF ROADMAPS

Home is where the heart is ,hearth is what hold the home fires

***** path or shiny blacktop laid out like veins when there was no one or anything to take up the reins

Many a maze left us in a daze, seeking venture or that new craze ,hearing the latest from the next town criers

Coast to coast often to much for most ,for some needing another hamlet to boast anything to just follow those new lanes

Never sitting solid like a rock ,even it can be washed into sand ,giving in to the call to see what new transpires

Reeling out the years left with memories of burning gears ,now maybe lost in new life constraints

Lines on a blueprint muddled in road signs,maybe cruising again from imaginations or however it conspires

Center of a nation peering out in every direction,what now? maybe just a thumb or a howling greyhound  ,make a new move with no complaints

Now video for everything not the old travel agent brochure,sparkling oceans or misty mountains ,a longing that still brings smiles

For some a need for speed, others just backroads glee,unknowing,unsure for me but could quickly change with new mates

Longing to find a new view over that next horizon is an addiction,for some just a burning need to post more miles

But as we settle in a predictable life  is met with less chagrin,maybe we've made our mark  more passive but waiting on new email updates. R.C.