Texture or feel
slipping slowly,
gently down
seems to be a little gooey.

First to look at it,
then perchance
a little sniff,
to see what
olfactory sensation it may bring.

Scent in check
with no critter parts.
I poked it now
to see what tactile property,
it might have.

It was not firm,
seemed to jiggle.
Unconcerned stepping up,
grabbed a fork.
Don't usually eat things,

that move, that are green.

"Up and downs come in many forms in life. One of those that seems to be close to most everyone's heart, according to polls. They just wanted to know life expectancy. How we have improved with our new and improved medical care. The things they found seemed to create a bit of concern you see. Our life expectancy while gaining over a 100 years, over around 40 years of life was not the best.

The fact that brought concern is we were not first nor second nor third. Yet didn't we have the best medicine to be had in the world? They told us that was so. So consider the fact that USA is 34th. Now we can find many things to blame this on. I may be wrong, but I have a thought.

First do we need to improve our medical care, of course we do. Are we that far behind? Second you see, seems to be a small piece of the puzzle left out. They only look at numbers and not the cause.. We as a country for years and years, fight the wars and battles around the world. Right or wrong I do not really care, but a conclusion I would like to share.

While improving our medical care, I think a big jump in longevity could be near. If we stop sending young boys to war to be men. Yet they so often come home broken or draped in a flag.

Well remember “They”, who are close to “Them”.

Well in conclusion and in my view, “They” and “Them”, should be replaced by “We”. Just as the first word of our constitution says. Remember the Constitution, I'm not sure, but I think, “They” and “Them” , have buried it behind the bureaucratic world or our private government world."

Abuse around the world
Gun fire around the world
Bombs around the world

Mutilated bodies around the world
Wounded around the world
Death around the world.

Sadness around the world.

Rolling waves of foam
          Slapping against the sea shore wall
Water glistening Bright
          From sun shining high

In a sky as clear as crystal
         Reflecting on the crashing waves
Feeling freedom in the air
         Fresh and clear as the sea

When as free as this
         Dreams are running free
Under the sun and by the sea
         For all eternity

my bag sits waiting

ready to leave for a place

that has beaconed me

in nightly dreams of sun,sand,

water, with peacefulness

that's beyond my wildest thoughts

Finding ourselves suffering in pain of a lost love,
consider it a life experience, that will help you grow.
For even when you find what you think you are searching for in love,
you will still be searching for the next experience.
No love will solve your problems in life completely.
There is forever, a horizon in life.

Many years have past
Since I heard my mothe'rs voice
When last it was heard, it was faint

And now I still hear
My mother's voice
Even though she's gone her voice still faint

When you look at the years
Whether parent or child leaving
The voice stays with you even though faint

Happy memories from the past
Sometimes that is best
To keep memory close even if faint

Never forget the love
Which is always there
Through life or death keep fears faint

When the time is right
It becomes your night
As the light of your life becomes faint

You will be reunited with the voice from the past and it will no longer be faint.

Alone on the path of life within my mind,
asking if the road I chose
was correct in my life,
leading me to the happiness everyone desires.

Questions must be asked about my life,
expectations of the future
of this journey guided by,
I still know not what.

Venturing forward, inventory taken of my heart,
my soul, along with my goals.
My view brought a smile to my heart
with my soul full of love.

Now I can rest holding my love close,
a simple life with goals met,
at peace with the world,
so my mind can take some rest.

When I hear your voice
my heart skips a bit.

When I see your eyes
my breath is lost.

When I feel you near
my pulse quickens.

When I hold you close
my soul feels embraced.

When you are gone
my heart is empty.

When you are not seen
I gasp for air.

When you are far away
my pulse is weak.

When I cannot hold you
my soul is empty.

I LOVE YOU!!

As young men oft' do,
with thoughts of
places far away and love.

Places seen,
viewed from another
camera eye.....
Sometimes, still;
yet, often moving,
the image of
a beach bums life.

Many years
have passed
thinking back
to dreams of life,
the wishes of youth.

Turning my head to rest.
Finding it all,
in Island Girl
of my dreams.....

laying next to me.

Time to start
my day like every day.
I find a set plan
to guide me on my way.

Coffee comes first
to open my eyes,
then onto my computer
to view daily surprises.

As I open up
Hello Poetry to look for words
that will brighten my day
and open my mine.

Thank you all
for opening
my mind,
and brightening my day.

Heard the news today, not much new,
but when they give the body count each day.

I feel there is just a bit more sadness in the world.
Tomorrows another day our humanity will suffer even more.

The day bright with sun light
as I think of her dark eyes,
******* the other side of the world.

her ruby lips of red
hair like dark silk,
skin of alabaster.

wanting this day
to be close to her
and hold her near.

My Island Girl Dream.

We seem to keep looking for something better in life. More money, a bigger house or a nicer car. Looking at the happiness in my life, I can have no regrets or the happiness I feel may not have been achieved. Take time to reflect on what you have. Do you really need more? When you leave this earthly place, you're taking nothing of physical substance with you. You leave as you came in, with nothing. So maybe you do have all you really need to live the rest of your life? Peace be with you this day.

Running into the night,
searching for the light,
that will bring me
out of the dark,
into the light of day.

Escaping the demons
lurking quite near.
Watching my moves,
thoughts then deeds.
Keeping watch in the dark

Moving left then right
running through the night,
searching to escape.
As the little *******
get in my face.

As they get closer
in an attempt
to take my light,
I close the door on this night,
so I am sure I stay within the light.

The darkness that appears as a
dungeon in my mind,
It’s really just the hallways,
where the demons freely roam.

Looking to disturb a perfectly good day.
But as is always the case,
They must play alone,
Since they bore me with their dark world.

All night long
I lay by your side,
happiness floods
my soul and heart.

I never want you to
leave my side,
you've brought
happiness to my life.

Never leave my side
be my one and only,
from this time forward,
for all time.......

Be the love
I have always
searched for,
all my life.

You are the one
that makes my heart
skip many beats as
my heart beats for you.

I had been in Nome for two days and would be flying out tomorrow morning. The days warmed to -35 degrees, but at night it dropped to -50 degrees. That was before the wind that blew off the frozen ocean ice.

The hotel which was the best in town and about the only hotel in town was the Nugget Inn. You might call it rustic, but that would be a rather nice way of indicating it is not a 5-star hotel. As you might guess activities in this town on the Bering Sea were hard to come by, but like much of Alaska, there is always a watering hole nearby. That's where the action happens every night.

Dinner was done and it was still early so I decided to head down to the Board of Trade Saloon. It's only a couple of blocks from the hotel, but at these temperatures, it might as well have been 5 miles. I stepped in the door and surveyed the crowd for the best seat in the house or maybe the only seat. I am now off the cold streets of Nome with a bottle of Jack Daniels and now maybe some warm company

As I looked across the crowded bar I spotted a young native girl looking for some a place to sit and hopefully a little warmth. Maybe someone to share a drink. I stepped in her path as she passed through the bar, saying excuse me, I'm sorry, let me make it up to you and offer a drink if you have the time. A smile slipped across her lips as she lowered her head and eyes, “I think I have time”.

We found a table near the back with windows half iced over from the cold outside. Lights shining out on the frozen ocean. Ice ridges gave an eerie view. We removed our heavy coats. I was pleasantly surprised to find hidden under layers of protection from the cold, a dark haired goddess with strong features like cut with sharp ice. Soft and smooth dark silken skin with eyes black as night,....with long silken hair.

As we talked and got to know each other I found she was in town from St. Lawrence Island in the Bering Sea. The island sits between the United States and Russia. As we drank our friendship bloomed, soon we were kissing and getting to be better friends.

Before we had lost or senses and before we killed the bottle, we decided to keep each other warm for the night. I suggested we go back to my hotel. We found pleasure together in the warmth that night, not just from the Jack. Even being my cold island girl, I found her very warm.

Love is always real..............................until it's not.

We seem to keep looking for something better in life. More money, a bigger house or a nicer car. Looking at the happiness in my life, I can have no regrets or the happiness I feel may not have been achieved. Take time to reflect on what you have. Do you really need more? When you leave this earthly place, you're taking nothing of physical substance with you. You leave as you came in, with nothing. So maybe you do have all you really need to live the rest of your life? Peace be with you this day.

When I was about 8, living in St. Louis in a 4 family brownstone, I was sent to stay with Mom and Dad Ellis in Salem. One day some boys suggested we go down to the river which of course sounded like a fine idea. As we were walking along the river bank, we started being shot at by some other boys with BB guns. We ran in and next to the river to escape. Once I got back to the house I told mom Ellis what happened. It was at this point when she asked about my new shoes that I was wearing that were extremely wet. Busted. A few days later I was being put on the bus back to St. Louis when mom Ellis handed me an envelope to give my mother once I arrived home. Exiting the bus, my mother was waiting. I started crying and telling her I was sorry, as I again told the story of the wet shoes. I wanted to tell her before she read about it from mom Ellis. So much for honesty. Nothing in the letter about me, just an update on dad Ellis's health. Fears of a little boy.

The sea recedes for a few hours.
Local families pick rocks washed close to shallow shores.
Cleaning their bounty before filling 50-kilo bags,
to sell for food to fill their stomachs this day.

Tomorrow is another day by the beautiful seashore.

Happiness' and warm feelings
Always found
As old friends are found
That walked  the same ground
In life as you.

It's been many years
But still hold fond memories
Of Old Friends
That walked the same ground
In life as you

We were young and naive
Learning about life
With friends
That walked the same ground
In life as you

We have lost our youth
Thinking of  memories of past times
We think of those Friends
That walked the same ground
In life as you

Do you see the beauty around you
as you wander through your day?
Maybe it's time to stop,
view the beauty,
that is set before you.

Before you plunge into the media driven
world of your day, stop!
You have time to view
the beauty of the day,
see the world, as it really is each day.

As is my usual practice prior to the beginning of the holidays season from about Thanksgiving and up through Christmas and all other holiday's of everyone's politically correct choice. Now I am not singling out, just the fact, that I respect them all and to old to know all there names.

So to get to the point of my banter. I watch a selection of holiday movies over a number of weeks. The time came round where the selection of the day, was the original, “Miracle On 34th Street”, with little Natalie Wood.

I tipped back my chair as the show started to play. As the credits rolled I was like thinking, I love this movie. But after a bit my mind kicked in and the softness began to firm. The thought that came to the front of my thoughts, I actually slept through the show and entire plot.

My thoughts were filled with beautiful Christmas thoughts of bells ringing and an angel gets it's wings. I heard the show as it played away in my sleep and my mind recalled all the previous views of the show over the years. I considered watching it again, but surprisingly I feel quite content.