WinterStroll

January in its momentary stay

brings a frigid and shortened day

with glowing orb slowly rising

fresh pine shadows grow without pausing

 sharp light replaces darkness

in the surrounding cold forest

My steps create persistent noise

My lungs in fresh air rejoice

Hidden chirps are heard clearly enough

emanating from solitary feathered puffs

I gaze straight ahead and check

rows of distant quivering thickets

that hide resident wildlife well

I hope for a glimpse of natures spell

Up a small hill and through the pines

Down the path and among oaks so fine

To the coursing stream below
a log for a bridge narrow

covered by the morning dew

one misstep and disaster could ensue

Beyond, a dilapidated fence emerges

witness to the seasons ravages

Rows of maze with crows on wing

bronze colored tassels dancing on wind

I see widely scattered flying husks

take flight on blowing gusts

I hear whispers in open fields ice cold

in the distance, a broad open road

that winds among brown gentle hills

carry shadows that hang like curtains still

Along that dusty way walking slightly bent

I smell the river not too distant

I See smoke rising from nearby cabins

and hear the muffled voices of residents talking

Rambling toward the end of day

I enjoy this Winter stroll in every way

Who needs tomorrow, I say

When I have this beautiful day

Two Popes....

Papa Benedict XVI Abdicavit

Episcopus Episcopus pedemque

Disciples of St.Peters ancestral home

sit upon the Rock of Rome

retaining their appointment till lifes' end

as Papal authority radiates in messages sent

The Pontiff wrapped in golden infallibility

executes duties contained in the Holy See

He's the keeper of Sacred words revealed

and Director of human morality in need

Then, quite suddenly, he abjured Papal authority

leaving the flock in pensive inquiry

without its shepherd in fields scattered

unprotected in times that mattered

He spent years dispensing his Papal skills

now diminished, not serving the common will

while in fields darkening his flock roamed

buffeted by winds and breezes blown

All imagined Him exempt from age

empowered with Sacred destiny most sage

but the Sovereign of faith lessened still

and with clear foresight of will

he chose to bring new joyful days

to distant pastoral byways

A change of Pontiffs in Rome

renewing the Church abroad and home

moving Christianity towards a brighter future

in the comfort of Spiritual nurture

Papa Mortuo...Papa Vivat

Heaven

 

In search of blissful dreams

our souls look to timeless skies

seeking Nirvana on bended knees

wanting a glimpse of eternal paradise

 

Within the perfect happiness of loves' fire

that dwells in our senses without waver

the goal of final sleep and desire

is to look for the Valhalla of endless summer

 

In afterlife to forever dwell in bliss

strolling in happy hunting grounds

 we pursue pleasures that exists

in Shangri-la there always found

 

So, bring  heaven into your reality

within the sweetness of mellowing years

let the joys of kingdom come arrive easily

and in its glory quietly stare

 

At the wonders of eternal happiness

in Zion or Elysium after our death

seeking fervently in our doubtfulness

that soul place of our final rest

 



Penny Demise  

America...America...what have you done

with the last refrain of the penny sung

my pocket now penniless  like a weeping cloud

suffers this monetary weather without
 

In my sorrow, I will forever more

be penniless in our Nations' stores

and all those living with the moniker

will be absolved as 'Pennypinchers'
 

Lacking the seeds of wisdom you discount

the advice, that every penny counts

no more, a penny saved in turn

Is a penny earned
 

Then, in a fit of melancholy

gone is the game of penny ante

A penny for your thoughts

will now cost a nickel when bought
 

Everyones' footfalls will be heavier

without the comfy penny loafer

and Easter sweets so dandy

will no longer include penny candy
 

Now and through the coming age

a penny earned cannot be saved

Surely, we'll all be at a loss

when playing the game of penny toss
 

the forlorn penny under the lingering light

will nevermore grace my sight

and will be unseen and unused

hiding inside cans and jars in subterfuge
 

O' America what have you done

by taking away my penny fun

as it died for budget Insane

My life will never be the same
 

And as the Penny sings its last song

It sings of something now gone

The Penny, a coin among many

No more is worth tasty candy

 

 

Grayhair Destiny

 

Lovely youth strolls in warm sunshine

not yet aware of passing time

It wraps its desires in yesterdays newsprint

of forgotten deeds and tasteless comments

casually tossing them away

during those youthful times of plenty

 their naked spirits linger

wrapped in the stillness of summer

They bask in wine-soaked afternoons

while glowing in their full bloom

immersed in casual talk and lively tunes

during long days in summers' June

Then, quietly the summer fades

the stroll approaches Autumns' gate

opened wide to accommodate

those eager and refined hearts

living and acting their parts

in a world existing for their delight

 they display talents so very bright

much like penetrating shafts of morning sun

their souls full of feelings are hung

in fading gardens under gray clouds

as their wishes are now shouted out loud

but now, time, the enemy they fear

Is upon them and seen through quiet tears