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