Word Dispenser (continuation of 'pen' series )

Word Dispenser

Some prose is much like costume jewelry

written by the ghostly hand of doubt

while some are pieces of Tiffany

casting sheer visions about

each word selected like a precious stone

carefully set into a crown of poetry

unique in every way unlike inferior clones

that bring no joy of skillful ability

gold words bringing inclinations to dream

rising from a churning sea of uncertainty

glimmer in life's silvery stream

flowing with the unrestrained beauty

of bright gems set by design

their worth in degree priceless

discovered in humanities deepest mines

then exposed to societies endless quests

unique prose full of lively beauty

sprouting from mysterious seeds found

hidden in caverns of mortality

bravely exhibited to curious minds that abound

Runaway Propensity ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Runaway Propensity

Lacking strong devotion in faith 'petty fidions'

quickly runaway from angel guardians

leaving places of worship in absent state

running away from destined fate

highway to heaven crevasse filled

rendering faithful voices hushed and still

wrongdoing and integrity confused daily

are absolved by the runaway

hopeful scenes of saviors we see

unsung heroes less than flashy

who join not but enlist their talents

volunteer not but serve endless moments

life is lived in purposed stay

overlooking the desire to runaway

young lives should eat thunder

and expel lightning asunder

fight prejudice and lies everyday

all stay put, don't runaway

seek the truth tellers always

expose state secrets in shocking ways

then wait for the friendly CIA

now, it's time to runaway

step around honey traps strung

as dark forces want you hung

quickly enjoy today

as you hurry and runaway

flee to that sunny state of mind

trust youth to help mankind

as you enjoy the moment of your stay

forget about all this running away

Winter Coat Dependable ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Winter Coat Dependable

Every man needs a good winter overcoat

to repel that seasons frigid winds and cold both

mine was bestowed me by a man I hardly knew

having courted his lovely daughter and married her too

that fine coat in its altered state sits in my closet

always ready to serve and yet

'Tis much more than black cashmere

hand tailored and stitched with care

that was worn by a gentleman passing away too early

'Tis always a warm reminder worn in January

of times and years long ago

when youth was a gift not taken so

this winter coat strolled with me

on the frozen sidewalks of Quebec city

and on days not fit for man or beast

provided warmth on windy Montreal streets

'Twas a garment worn with pride

at Midnight mass family by my side

and on certain somber occasions

of funerals during the frigid winter season

All in all, that stylish cashmere overcoat

more than two scores years old

still conveys warm memories spent

when worn during life's special events

Guerre Compensate ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Guerre Compensate

A lonely candle burns in the night

soon after the light of day vanished West

as curtains are drawn on worldly sights

shutting out the darkness of today's death

Ghostly winds are heard among the branches

whistling shadows run their courses

rain falls like warm tears on hidden life's changes

that wash away dusty memories of naked corpses

their noise of life silent in gloomy painted hues

mixed within their masks worn starkly

that hide blood-stained patriotic dues

during the nightmare they willingly carry

clearly warped symptoms of human unsuccess

at kindness, understanding and plain loving

goodness collapsing in mindless distress

as combined hearts beat slowly wondering

why opaque nights are casually found

then shattered not by the rational norm

that should rent ugly conflicts that abound

and suffuse life in a brilliant light storm

Home Happening ( continuation of 'pen' series 0

Home Happening ( rewrite )

In the very eye of life's' storm

there stands a house of ancient norm

with charming Victorian style conveyed

it has not changed, it has not aged

as I stroll past it everyday

it has remained unchanged in every way

wide front porch and carriage house dressed in white

displaying an emerald lawn, quite the sight

surrounding the property a white picket fence

sporting the classy look of long ago, whence

gentlemen and ladies can be pictured

milling about, playing lawn games for sure

everyone dressed in their Sunday best

enjoying a quiet weekends rest

I've visited this old home familiar

smelling the flowers displayed but never lingered

staying there not very long

still in mind stirring emotions strong

lately, that Victorian property

has cast invisible forces upon me

quietly forcing unwanted attraction

silently sending a mental invitation

to visit again and smell those roses

have one last recital of Sterling proses

gather with friends and family

inside this Funeral Home in our city

Prose and Poems Reopened ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Poems and Prose Reopened

'Tis when reasoning becomes crystal clear

bringing creative juices to surface near

that unsteady and spontaneous emotions

flow unfettered and are penned without distortions

forging trains of words on purpose

sometimes stretching language usage

now and then, some prose lacking sense

give poetic life vigor and sustenance

extending possibilities at boundaries edge

wanting to hammer that literary wedge

break away from tradition cast

lightly stepping over drawn lines of the past

that separate goodness and perdition

during life's' timely rendition

boundary in daily existence

that shape common reality in a sense

Then, in the distance seeing shadows entwined

soaked with the aroma of fame and wine

never to jell into golden reward

always residing in thoughts I can afford

that hang like ghostly clouds against the sky

merged in comments that seek to fly

in poems and writings of all kinds

giving life to offspring of the mind

Time Spent..(continuation of 'pen' series )

Time Spent

Fatal and perfidious time flows so swiftly

it quickly passes with little moments everyday

each second much like a coin dropped casually

into the slot machine of life and spent recklessly

hoping fervently that fortunes eyes

will smile and lady luck materialize

in passionate existence enjoyed fully

and wasted not the moments of ones day

time spent grows into symbols of destiny

let seconds turn into minutes and see

elapsed time become shadowy hours spent

as the societal machine shapes the flowing torrent

absorbing greedily, hours and days unfailing

capturing temporal wealth and other things

Then, after your generosity's fatal attraction

has disbursed the endowment of generations

will the record show that life, yours and mine

has used meaningfully those precious coins of time

and given purpose to seconds, minutes, hours spent

in that temporal slot machine without comment

Entrepot Pending (continuation of 'pen' series )

ENTREPOT PENDING ( rewrite )

'Tis when on sunlit dusty shelves

full and sometimes spilling over

that ghostly items mimic ourselves

silently seeking resurrection together

longing for bountiful redemption

as someday eager hands seeking

will confirm your needed satisfaction

like the dusty parcel quietly lingering

be freed from bondage and shaded stay

only to leave on that shelf an empty spot

as that parcel seizes the day

time persistent will fill that empty slot

left by human essence unseen

now that opportunity for the moment

has displaced the package seen

releasing it from its purgatory spent

Basketball Hoop Impended ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Basketball hoop Impended

On the corner of my property

under the now sprawling maple tree

it stands erect with some rusty coloring

its backboard once new and gleaming

now mildewed and worn is the shaggy netting

abandoned and unused in its setting

twisted branches course over it

cover its presence hiding it more than a bit

time has reduced its usefulness to memories cast

remembering life in minds' eye past

long ago when the maple made smaller shadows

games were played and laughter bellowed

youthful screams echoed all around

many points were tallied and joy found

children from the neighborhood rallied and played

'Twas part of daily reality there made

it witnessed years of our family existence

silently absorbing our combined essence

the parties in the yard and the summer flowers

warm rain showers, snowbanks of winter with icy glitter

as I behold its present state under the tree alone

I remember the children's years at home

their world much smaller on the Island spent

laughing and playing hellbent

their voices echoing in memory loops

as I stare at that beloved basketball hoop

Stupendous ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Stupendous

I experienced Infinity the other night

Moving within a beam of endless light

everything quiet and calm inside the stream

but outside a blur of multicolored lights it seemed

all around me time had no meaning

as the beam forged onward streaking

casting no shadow through space and time

physical essence gone and feeling fine

in the distance a lighthouse could be seen

as a point of brightness sharp and keen

beyond which nothing but darkness

black and unforgiving, no more no less

nothingness felt but not perceived

hard to understand or even believe

near me in my blinding flight

all that I am sensed with delight

naked existence as pure energy

earthly cares and possessions free

no thoughts condemning the human condition

just good feelings of contrition

no religions or governments did I see

as I travelled to eternity

It was pouring eternal energy

and I drank it in for free

thousands of souls where next to me

some diverted to the darkness of infinity

I was alive but felt somewhat dead

rushing at light speed towards the lighthouse far ahead

it was a beautiful ride in motion spent

trying to reach that light as I travelled hellbent

Olfactory Memory Compendium ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Olfactory Memory Com'pen'dium

The scent of fresh grass baking in the sun

brings back memories of wild, naked fun

fragrant strawberry fields that tweak the mind

during a stroll through them, you find

Memories captured by the nose

that make you tingle from head to toes

Autumn brings the smell of burning leaves

combined with the musty bouquet of plowed fields

that await winters' crisp chilled air

soaked with that aroma so fair

funny, how every ones common comment

lives in that sensation, so fervent

the smell of baked apple pie

bubbling tomato sauce and French fries

every home contains distinct odors

special recalls that in your mind lingers

makes you feel comfy sipping a hot toddy

closing your eyes and smelling memories

at Christmas time 'tis the scented pine

making you feel so fine

then, if you're so lucky

to be in Summer by the sea

that breezy salty aroma

will certainly cast a spell on ya

Thendara Pensive ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Thendara Pensive ( rewrite )

Inside Thendara under capricious skies

is where the mountain hemlock

stands tall as the eagle flies

and the stately Canada geese flock

my Great Canadian red canoe parting

glass-like sparkling fluid

pure, perfect water droplets dripping

from my finely sculpted paddle blade

I see the depth there found

of the blue heavens reflected

from the dark bottomed pond

joy is brought to senses animated

Blue-encased Boreal forest

soaked in the fluid light of soul balm

sun struck verdant clearing to the West

gives one a sense of calm

as the soundless forest and glades

amplify the perception of nature

magnified as the afternoon light fades

behind mountain tops sheathed in firs

all within this forest rim

bringing about dreamy chimera

to soften mindful yearnings

That's vita in magical Thendara

Dispensible..?? ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Dispensable...???

From my patio, I see a steeple on the hill

concrete reality of a religion frozen still

I'm momentarily distracted by a hawk silently flying

to a tall tree and quietly perching

Both form an image in my field of vision

as I perceive their existence and connection

one is full of life and beautiful to behold

the other near death, hardly a pulse and cold

the steeple topped with a shiny cross

a magnet for the residents below, now forever lost

religious attraction once spellbinding

to those believing in salvation coming

now stands silent like an empty shell

no more sound coming from its cheerful bells

the hawk and the steeple in silent existence

wait for some sign to provide sustenance

I know that the hawk will survive

for it has the will to continue and strive

the other in its glory splashed in gold and frills

the church with the steeple on the hill

won't live to ease the souls of common men

and be their salvation in their life spent...

Spend Fountain...( continuation of 'pen' series )

S'pen'd Fountain (rewrite)

I notice teeming concentrations of humanity

under the illumination of irony

their cretinous bankers offering bliss

urging them to drink while making a wish

swallow hardy the offered libation

flowing from the fountain of self-satisfaction

their vitriol masked in rhetorical brilliance

as the seeds or injustice and ignorance

take root in abstract declarations

forcing us into farcical desperation

must we continue to endure

that tasteless beverage less than pure

should we not analyze, critique and evaluate

lifting from our minds the masquerade

learn to develop the hubris of Marsyas

unite as one and rise from the morass

and drink no more from that fountain unfit

the source of our financial bottomless pit

Upend ( continuation of 'pen' series...)

Upend

World youth of today, where is your tomorrow

if not in political overthrow

you may be doomed for certainty

to the terror of daily conformity

think of what freedoms given away

by convenient disconnect everyday

you're living in borrowed comfort

within the systems' world of hurt

be aware of what is said

as repressive tolerance feeds your head

beware of what is left out

that's sapping your united clout

Economies, politics and ancient ideology

await your structure and policy

Messianic resurrection is much needed

to abolish the system that renders you dead

So, youth of today

wake up and have your say

make our world better

your time is now or never...

Perpend (continuation of 'pen' series )

Per'pen'd

There's a chipmunk living under my patio

under flat rectangular blocks of colored stones

red, green, faded yellow, blue and gray colors flow

only to clash with his light-brown tones

I see him on sunny days, a blur if you will

Lightning quick as he flashes about

sometimes stopping and sitting very still

back leg scratching his fur and pinkish snout

never a hair out of place without fail

seeming perfect with dark stripes long

running down his back towards his tail

his eyes and ears twitching, little paws strong

If I stay still, he'll stare at me

while sitting on the corner of the cellar door

I wonder what his mind does see

as he surveys the surrounding decor

one day I saw him wink

surely, he seemed to be saying

and of this, I'd rather think

that I may have been imagining

his silent message to my world

" Look at me, I'm perfectly happy and healthy

living under a patio as my life unfurls...

worry not for things that don't matter

live your life as you see fit

let the sun shine on your spirit hereafter

and enjoy life, every bit of it..."

O'pen'minded ( continuation of 'pen' series )

O'pen'minded ( rewrite )

If you ask, seek and explore

the why's, what's and wherefores

that reside in drifting shadows

existing as thinly disguised don't knows

and silently think of what purpose explicit

forms your awareness or lack of it

that during those quiet moments makes you ponder

life beautiful and in stillness wonder

why reality, substance in solid form

wraps your lifes' constant storms

as daily struggles ever present

wastes seconds lived for the moment

making you want to seek without pause

the Purpose, the ultimate cause

the veiled reason, if you really dare

of why you are here....

Autumns 'Pen'dency ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Autumns 'Pen'dency (rewrite)

Scattered leaves lying under naked twisted branches

Like bony fingers grasping at the skies inner reaches

mark the motion of lifes' flowing stream

as the songbirds are no more seen

the low setting sun casts long shadows

the Northern air swirls and coldly blows

in the barren fields and crumbling corn stalks

'Tis time to take long walks

enjoy the color of dying leaves

drink from the bounty that nature weaves

wander in the shadows and chilly mist

wear the pleasant wrap of Gods' gifts

linger by the tall oaks and fragrant pines

visit forest trails and breathe fresh air so fine

be a witness to glorious beauty

a special gift to you and me

De'pen'd Not ( continuation of 'pen' series )

De'pen'd Not

Past the shadows of tall pines on open fields cast

the sun has quietly sipped the morning dew

that lay sparkling on the emerald grass

deep pleasing sight for those few

able to notice the dancing bees on flowers seen

hopping from bloom to bloom sweet scented

and hearing their soft murmur somewhat keen

allow the beauty that in clear vision lie

to bathe the sometimes restless spirit

bask in soothing words under bright sky

live for the selfish pleasure of noticing

Depend not on current passionate thrills

to touch your heart quickly beating

boiling your blood and flesh at will

but rely on the rapture of thoughts penned

and cast broadly on minds all around

as they hopefully nurture and mend

some spirits lost in earthly mazes found

Depend not on howling commercial promises

that fill your inner gaze

but listen to words in prose and verses

in which love of life lays

911 Eyeo'pen'er ( continuation of 'pen' series )20th Anniversary...never forget.

911 Eyeo'pen'er

I saw replays of 911 the other night

great clouds of gray smoke and endless fright

on the ground confusion dwell' ed

as masses gazed at unreal scenes from hell

all around beneath the towers panic spread

jumpers scattered about lying dead

vast shadows cast from above and debris hurled

scenery depicting the end of the world

ghost-like figures slowly walking

some running, dodging flaming pieces falling

sirens wailing, firemen in full gear

hoses hung from broad shoulders, showing no fear

moving through smoke, like midnight-fog descending

determined look in their eyes, yet knowing

that death awaited their efforts this day

approaching a fiery hell and harms way

all around 'twas raining blood and tears

hands covered in dust and matted hair

then, with thunderous groans from above

gravity pulled the weakened supports of

the giant tower steeped in screams

with dusty glass and snapping beams

thousands there frantic to find cover

looked up and saw no more towers

Ne'pen'the (continuation of 'pen' series..)

Ne'pen'the

Gazing upon the sorrows of life near and far

touched by sullen thoughts less than divine

and feeling pain flash like a shooting star

that sails beyond the reddish sunset drenched in time

as muffled moans in night-time wane

kind souls yearning for the desire

to quell this pain and sorrow innate

seeking to dull the consuming inner fire

find certain relief that resides

in lines well written, words that conscience courts

prose containing glimpses of tropical isles

as the roaming mind is transported to far away ports

'Tis a substitute for the ancient drug, nepenthe

swallowed with delight and captured in the poetry

of obscure poets laboring in silence everyday

where dusty shafts of prose split darkened reality

slicing through black and menacing shadows

chasing away the pain and sorrows held

and dispersed on lifes' misty fields, high and low

on untiled acres of love deposited

cast the seeds of suffering and despair

on the fallow landscape of verses written

soothe the pain created by situations unfair

and by immortal poetry be smitten

Erum'pen't ( continuation of 'pen' Series...) rewrite

Erum'pen't

He woke one cool morning

realizing that the time had arrived

to finish some long-forgotten things

dust 'em off, resurrect in them needed life

like a furry gerbil in cage running

he had travelled fast going nowhere

performing everyday the dull chores of living

seeking to find success year after year

then, he looked into his heart

curious to find the hidden joys there

knowing almost right from the start

where he had secreted them with much care

he'd chosen to be what he had become

barely living, choking his ample strenghts

until his soul became obscured from

his inner brilliance and smothered by lifes' cruel bent

ambition in his fingertips still touched by creative fire

whispering to his spirit clothed in sweet song

to feel again the smooth ivory with sensory desire

to finish some things forgotten long

and satisfy soul yearnings among other things

quench his ample thirst from the ageless spring

that satisfies deep cravings with fulfilling offerings

and love the life that's now happening

Gauthier clan at Stafford Bay

Gauthier clan at Stafford Bay

During a week in August of 2010 year

the Gauthier clan with much fanfare

gathered at Stafford Bay

and in a beautiful cottage did stay

Some of the clan came from Toronto

not that far away by auto

'Twas Jennifer bringing Mike K.

joyfully embraced by the family

also, travelling from Toronto as well

Colleen and hubby Mike Engell

with Gabriel and little Kaylin

who loved the cottage stayed in

Then from Montreal way

Phillip and Nadia came to stay

to join Grandma and Grandpa G.

all festive as can be

having travelled from N.Y. State

for the gathering in summer late

There was a pirate treasure hunt

by canoe to a small island done

Ping-Pong tournaments galore

with big Mike running up the score

cool air hockey played by all

as the essence of time seemed to stall

swimming from the float with ease

warmed by the sun and cooled by the breeze

wonderful meals conjured up by 'master chefs'

consumed with gusto with little left

fishing from the dock in the bay

catching bass on a lucky rainy day

good spirits shared heartily

but with some restraints certainly

a smoky bonfire on a cool night was lit

toasted marshmallows, beer and wine at the horseshoe pit

exciting canoe paddles in waters calm

golf at the local course was a charm

All in all, 'Twas a wonderful week

and for the Gauthier clan I do speak

Thank you Stafford Bay cottage

for all the good memories on this page

'Pen'ny Pup (continuation of 'pen' series)

'Pen'ny Pup

On a rainy day walking downtown

my thoughts somewhere other than there

I came upon a beggar, wearing a frown

his clothes ragged, upon his head, matted wet hair

He said, a penny for a pup

I can no longer care for him

he barks constantly and won't shut up

please take him, his name is Slim

Under his ragged coat hidden from the rain

was the cutest beagle I'd ever seen

his dark brown eyes full of pain

calling out to me with all his being

Slim, I said, for you I'll care

and for a penny, the pup was mine

as I walked away, I sensed a stare

then, felt a sharp pain in my spine

When I awoke, my wallet missing

Slim was licking my eyes and cheek

that penny pup was just the thing

that got me mugged that rainy week

Al'pen'glow ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Al'pen'glow

Rolling waves washing over the rocks

in the silence near darkened forest

golden disk glowing and slipping from view

as chiseled cloud edges turn lavender

an exhibit sculpted from water vapor

ever present well-earned soothing silence

cool shadows of lifes expectations

looking past piny winding trail, cone strewn

soft turquoise-colored streaks

shooting downward as if gravity attracted

'Tis a grand scale ever changing painting

textured in watercolor motion

individual perception makes one love the artist

appreciate the heavenly painter

witnessing sunsets and Alpenglow

comforts the mind and pleases the observer

Alpenglow, what a sight, what a show

Dis'pen'sation (continuation of 'pen' series )

Dis'pen'sation

Sucking black gold from caches underground

below salty waters' silvery gleam

monsters of steel planted all around

far from beaches of States unseen

'Tis where oil waits in caverns darkly secured

secreted far under earths crust

formed by eons of death naturally captured

energy reservoirs kept for human lust

as exemption trumps common sense

sticky pollution on tides roll to shore

fed unchecked by failed wells' oily vent

doomed penetration flowing with vengeance more

'Tis the result of mindless dispensation

by those who rule silently apart but together

deflecting avenging bolts cast in reaction

to exempted laws for drilling deep under

nature will adapt and over time repair

damage done by human stupidity

as global systems fix earthly wounds and air

even if it means doing away with you and me

Sus'pen'se ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Sus'pen'se

Morning fog clings and swirls around bamboo trees

as shadowy figures crouch on bended knees

near walls of piled bags of sand

everywhere nervous eyes and sweaty hands

we're locked and loaded, awaiting unseen foes

at this early morning hour north of Van Tau

general paranoia is todays password

our imaginations run wild, it's absurd

a sudden noise breaks the misty morning silence

our double perimeter has mines galore

no way to breech it and sack this store

again, to my right the bamboo snaps

my nervous hands reach into nearby backpack

where the hell are my frag grenades??

somewhere between my socks and powdered lemonade

grabbing one , I quickly pull the pin

and toss the sucker with a mighty spin

forty yards and seconds later

a muffles roar splits the perimeter

as stillness returns, groans are heard

then, screams of painfully spoken words

Help me, Help me, Help me

I'm Lt. Jones from Company B

O'pen' 'Pen'se ( continuation of 'Pen' series )

O'pen 'Pen'se

With naked arms open and raised to heaven

on such a sultry summer morning

I watch the sunshine rays quickly happen

as they crawl over stream, woods and empty clearing

shutters of my soul absorbing morning colors

that appear brightly on this summer day

soul windows partly opened, bright orb rising over

scattered hills and countryside scene that stays

but for a moment, only to fade from view

as life surrounding me flows swiftly

using abundant nature to renew

existence in forms strange and lovely

wild flowers open themselves dramatically

offering sweet nectar to passing insects

scented blossoms are penetrated and relieved of seed willingly

passed to neighbors also giving sweetness at call and beck

eyes must open wide to flood the senses

witness life that everywhere resides

some near those weathered park benches

even among the shady pines it hides

random order seen here and there

as natural beauty is openly displayed for you and me

the natural system that functions without care

must remain open, alive and protected from humanity

'Pen'manship ( continuation of 'pen' series )

'Pen'manship

'Twas a cold winter day, outside there was no grass

close by the radiator I sat in writing class

with quill in hand shaping letters

I dreamt of warm days and summer flowers

Suddenly, a sharp pain in my struggling hand

brings me back from warm beach sand

back to the world of sister Marie-Fortuna, writing instructor

ruler in hand, striking eyes blue in color

the swollen knuckles of my hand, I'd say

revealed sister Marie-Fortunas passionate way

of creating an army of righthanders

forged by her flashing ruler

her hidden womanly beauty a mystery always

the smell of lavender in mind does stay

her soft breasts upon my back that day

made seconds seem like hours passing away

then, like a sickness possessing my mind

miserable script did attention find

dreams of ivory flesh under habit found

tortured youthful imagination unbound

time passed, I discovered the right hand world

as sister Marie watched my script unfurl

time with her swiftly passed for me

she did show me what no man would ever see

'Pen'umbra ( continuation of 'pen' series )

'Pen'umbra

In the purple morning haze, a homeless man stands

his brown cardboard castle erected on state owned land

the rising sun on marble towers sparkling clean

not far from him, freshly manicured green

faceless people swiftly moving between the ivory monoliths

all caught up in their daily habits

he gazes coldly upon those rushing and late

wishing not their chosen fate

Loud sounds of rubber on hot concrete

are heard as cars and trucks pass in the morning heat

He's the Lord of his realm in this vibrant city

having forgotten how this came to be

Nevertheless, life cruel dealt the cards

the hand he plays daily, cold and hard

As evening approaches with air sultry and thick

thunder echos around marble buildings brightly lit

dark clouds shed their waters upon his royal castle

he fights the torrent, a loosing battle

seeing the lightning and hearing the thunder roar

he seeks cover near the rivers' shore

safe from the bursting deluge fallen

he sees his castle home crumble all sodden

farewell, goodbye my home with sadness tinged

'Tis the price paid for living on the fringe

'Pen'ned Obituary ( continuation of 'pen' series )

'Pen'ned Obituary

The body of...The remains of...

strangers perused in obits of...

their lifes' achievements fresh in mind found

from recent obituaries in morning papers all around

as I sit alone, lingering in my chair

thoughts of those departed are sadly clear

those who have left this earthly world

gone to that special place where electrons whirl

back into star stuff and remain still

to replenish the world of light and fill

faint beams of fiery sunsets

whose beauty feed my vision and yet

seeing them in mind, walking, laughing, loving

vibrantly alive and real, like todays' sunset offering

The body of... The remains of...

their souls have flown like a frightened dove

gone far away from this earthly reality

separated from the remains of human identity

Are they no longer themselves in death

were they transformed, whisked away on eternal breath

leaving behind their everlasting quest for life above

The body of...The remains of...

'Pen'itence ( continuation of 'Pen' series....

'Pen'itence

A long-haired youthful woman at end of day

walks slowly where the river rolls away

deep brown sad eyes and raven hair

her soft skin ever so fair

bringing flowers, budding blooms from the nearby park

as the streets are quickly falling dark

walking softly on gravel stones

in summer breeze her hair windblown

her eyes close softly and silently weep

as she faces deaths eternal sleep

her hands grasping fragrant flowers at rest

held closely to her rounded breasts

moving towards the grave where silence hides

where markers are strewn by riverside

and restless birds in summer sing

a song of sorrow and soulful sting

the offering placed on ground moist and low

covers cold marble as white as snow

with the soft hues in flowers found

wishing peace to her lover underground

he will be mourned and missed

never to feel her gentle kiss

in earth his body does dwell

his coffin a narrow cell

Shameful contrition shall haunt the heart

of those whose leaders did war start

as memories take their toll on restless minds

who still haven't left the past behind

'Pen' etrative Awareness ( continuation of 'pen' series )

'Pen' etrative Awareness

The burning fires of distress give birth to consciousness

taking you deeper into yourself as you suffer

conscious everpresent painful awareness

that paints soulful love as a recognized player

In joyful moments of recent past

which become the future of yesterdays visions

merging certain thoughts with identity at last

your reality, a bundle of thoughts and emotions

are at peace with who you are without resentment

as you let success in others flood your being

and are carried to rich places and lovely moments

that echoe the silent voice rarely heard or even seen

The process in your mental web happens

formed by countless events past

irritating mental static of no purpose warps images shapen

that obscure the view of thoughts grasped

T'is a consequence of the human predicament

which protects fragile individuality

preventing the inner self from soaking up the moment

that spiritual immersion forges in identity

stop defining who you are, be yourself without stress or strife

be what life would have you play

then, realize that you don't live your life

but that your life lives you in every way

BP 'Pen' sive ( continuation of 'pen' series )

BP 'Pen' sive

Tis now time to be terribly sad

while the gulf waters are not so glad

nature weeps quietly all around

soaking up oily waters found

as mournful pelicans and stealthy crabs

stroll in the sticky deposits so bad

Yesterday, their shadows played on waves cresting

they walked on soft clean sands happily resting

now, the stench of death and of tar balls too

mar the reverence of nature in this realm

with the scarring of sacred waters it seems

Fishermen swear upon their souls to seek retribution

for this mortal sin of deadly pollution

upon these waters in distant land arrayed

with trackless streamers of oily shade

as the light of life quickly departs

our eyes water, sting and burn

T'is caused by the reality cold and stern

that nature will heal itself in time

will erase the scars in a Gulf so fine

and the weary fowls make wing again

as life struggles soaked in oily stains

Pen ultimate Dream ( continuation of 'pen' series )

Pen/ultimate Dream

Someplace between midnite and day

there's a place I often stay

T'is a world of shifting shadows

and sounds of whistling winds ever so

that blow in dark forests and over frosted hills

creating certain chills and forming pictures still

that linger in the mind like a caress

surrounding my spirit in its grasp, no more no less

T'is a place void of any dimension

where relentless time unfolds in slow-motion

as rainbow colors blend into my essence

and I become color, filled by its presence

T'is a place where distance becomes nothing

and nothing is a gentle feeling

floating on the stream of sorrow within my head

that spills over marble tomstones of unknown dead

T'is a place where spirit lovers meet

to merge as one without deceit

where the virgin kiss of life stands untouched

as a meaningless act rebuffed

T'is a sensuously blinding world of dazzling light

where life is death and death is gloriously right

in its compassionate awareness

that comforts my soul in its eternal quest