Retreat

Venerated retirement in life's decline

Separated from cares no longer mine

Released from the need to work

now happily free to roam the earth

The day seems much longer

now that mine is that sunny hour

it makes my extinction seem far away

even if the mirror reflects too much grey

The window reveals leaves falling

swirling about during my daydreaming

stately trees a while ago were green

and the beauty of flowers was easily seen

Now quite suddenly the trees are brown

their leaves cluttering the quiet ground

and when daylight appears

time is painted bright by natural care

I desire to feel exempted from age

methodically, I pen another page

chosen words that revive my inner existence

 prose filled with personal significance

my compositions in mind never quite done

cast gentle shadows in the midday sun

and like a slowly burning candle

illuminate the surroundings with fading light

Principles

In today's times of ease

we take for granted days like these

The past is beyond our sight

and within our lives sunlit bright

we ponder on generations long ago

where principles all would know

while in today's remnants of past times

proper conduct has gone to frozen climes

encased in personal feelings cold and stiff

'Tis hard to thaw this life's fabric

as old time values passed from father to son

are now victim of selfish fun

and the flash of violent colors blind

those who will not look away seeking to find

the warriors who challenge existences trials

they who wrap themselves in denial

with their morality setting the stage

allowing goodness to grow and rage

they hold standards always high

they create trash but ask not why

our society's sins of omission are dead

replaced by the glint of gold instead

with life grounded in mortal thoughts

and surrounded with items needlessly bought

'Tis now the time to eagerly seek moral conditions

To guide humanities fading seasons 

Blue Pearl Vision...

Blue Pearl Vision

Walking alone on sparkling grass

morning coolness under my feet

fresh are the marks where I passed

prominent on moist ground quite green

I notice other footprints in the dew

inviting a chase to their end

to eagerly pursue on this morning new

and together vanish like found friends

that become a memory in sunny hours

while the sun sips crystal droplets

that hang diamond -like on cold flowers

Then, I notice in hesitation that begets

refreshment from this wild beauty

beautiful gifts from natures' way

from cactus dry to webs fancy

soothing the spirit with their casual play

These offerings of Nature must survive

like the silent rose perfect and red

even as humanities insanity flies

chaos must be reversed instead

as our ship is a blue pearl

floating in a sea of darkness

Humanities oasis is this planet world

to safeguard it should be our quest

The Tower

Its angular contours rise towards the sky

Edges sharp like the sword of a Samurai

this structure proudly rises above all

It embodies a symbolic Freedom call

It casts flashes and shadows over the city

much like an eagles broad wings of security

This towering glass structure in essence

commands freedoms ideal by its existence

'Tis a sight to enrich a new generation born

As it rises from the ashes of the storm

Building and shape manifest continuity

providing our Nation with a sense of harmony

'Tis like a beacon naked with purpose indeed

built by American ingenuity and speed

that points straight into the Heavens blue

with roots planted deep into American sinew

One thousand-seven hundred-seventy-six feet of glory

fill the void of nine-eleven infamy

As the memory haunts and stokes societies fires

testing the fiber of a Nation who remembers

that day of terror on rivers shore

where heroes gave what was required and more

Amidst dusty ground and collapsed towers

brought down by cowards lacking power

Those who could only destroy with hate in our land

what they could not build with their hands

Our Freedom Tower rises perfectly high

and shines brightly in our Nations sky

forever a beacon for the worlds masses

For the tired and the oppressed of all classes