Ghost Skaters...

Ghost Skaters

In the afterglow of the setting sun

and with eyes quiet in sleep

silent prayers have left my tongue

diverting my spirit to cogitations sweet

I suddenly hear crunching of blades on ice

but in the darkened rink no body's there

the frozen ice sheet fills my sight

as sound reverberates in my sleepy ears

Sounds emanating from the darkness beyond

lively noises of skate blade steel

crunching the hard water found

that,in my dream, sound quite real

In the cold haze and in mind's eye noticing

colorful shadows move gracefully

with sliding puck and sticks slashing

translucent specters glide triumphantly 

Putting shoulders into hapless victims

The fierce contest my eyes behold

throughout this evening late full of strange things

as my freezing ears battle the cold

This spectacle does night calm violate

and with dream vision I clearly see

my reflection in glass on this night late

'Tis a ghostly apparition unlike me

The spectator observing a dream unreal

containing spirits of mind construct

eternally skating with the zeal

of ghost players chasing the elusive puck

ILLUMINARE......

Illuminare

In brightness veiled of lofty thoughts

secreted well under covered climes

visions are hidden from desires sought

as impulses of spirit seek the sublime

Beneath billowing social clout

and existing in all places on earths sphere

the firmament is fixed by a gray cloud

that conveniently shades wishful personal cares

There are no sunbeams and no shadows

on life's fields in distant vision cast

and demons of soul somehow know 

they will never in glory bask

As they walk in the dust of years

living like a slowly burning candle

whose fading fire illuminates darkness near

much like a flame immortal

Love wishes fly on gossamer wings
with eager spirits supporting their flight
and are fixed in all eyes gazing
that notice destiny's subdued light

Obscured truth then manages to shine
like glowing fires stoking hope everywhere
as the world is flooded by forces Divine
that are everlasting and never rare

                                                    

                 

ODE tuda PUCK...

                                                                                                                                                                    ODE tuda PUCK

This flowery tale however badly told

is dedicated to an object quite bold

'Tis about vulcanized rubber passion

With ice, snow and endless action

                                              So, envy this lifeless rubber disk

                                              crafted for abuse, partner to the hockey stick

                                              an entity that calls to your imagination

                                              and promises you glory in competition

                                                       'Twas present in all battles fought on ice

                                                        during wars waged in historical sites

                                                        Played its part in dilapidated rinks

                                                        Where beauty was beheld in wet sweater stink

                                              and on the faces etched of ice warriors

                                              frozen forever on locker room mirrors

                                              as they recall goals in mind visualized

                                              solid memories ingrained and super sized

                                                         Those unique moments burning in mind

                                                         with goaltenders leaving puck marks behind

                                                         Lovely is the pucks ebony delight

                                                         sliding over solid waters beneath rink lights

                                             Favoring neither the ringer or the goon

                                             As they each enjoy the frozen cool

                                             sending this lovely slider

                                             towards the net where it seeks to retire

                                                         This puck with dull black nakedness

                                                          lifts the hearts of young and old with zest

                                                          raising their spirits to new heights

                                                          with accurate and compelling flight

                                             and assists humanity in rising above its mortal lair

                                             As it enjoys hockey and icy air

                                                        

CARDINAL KEYHOLE......

Cardinal Keyhole

Pressed and squeezed during the struggle of life

dreams tend to vanish in the pale moonlight

those venerable wishes somehow detoured

are bound by the reality of life matured

Fortitude nevertheless shines in eager eyes

as time announces outrageous lies

and the beating heart is nearly arrested

as courageous strength fulfills dreams requested

Temperance, then seeks the dimmer light

where subdued thoughts reside at night

beneath a moon clearly enchanting

 life under restraints quenches nothing

Justice demands meandering correctness

a quality that is truly measureless

and during the passing of dreams in flight

assures the hungry soul certain delights

with Prudence residing in all but a few

possessing shrewdness in all we do

we are released from senseless pride

and persist where Cardinal virtues hide

CONUNDRUM.....

Conundrum

What if the majestic eagle could dream

as it floated on Summer breeze

climbing with the twitch of a feather

Would it dream of picking the lowly flower

While surveying the world beneath

smelling flowery fragrance sweet

would it dream 'Twas a busy bee

sipping nectar under shaded trees

High above the travails of humanity

would it dream of human misery

that exists in the shadow of their flesh

so unlike its own feathery nakedness

Would it dream of far-off places

where people leave no traces

hoping for a moment of solitude

Then, fly swiftly there in gratitude

The soaring eagle thrives in satisfaction

with white feathered head bowed in concentration

Streaks down towards its prey knowing

that its now crimson splattered wings

Will embrace the reality of its purpose

with claws firmly on the scarlet grassy surface

direct the moment at hand frightfully real

As it enjoys a well earned meal

OBITUARY for the LIVING....

Obituary for the Living

Weep not for the announcement read

'Tis a tribute for life undead

For everyone who happily strives

and in the joys of life thrive

Enjoy the momentary uncertain victory

while your spirit ponders destiny

and seek out things that fire your life

like conjoined souls that always suffice

In bringing certain happiness to each other

As death is the song that comes after

the chorus of memories and pleasures cast

in present life, having had a fruitful past

So, be it presented in words read

that humanity's pleasures are spread

to sustain life's delights

and repeal the darkness of endless nights

with companions together in fondness for living

we retreat from thoughts of dying

As the deep power of the Obituary

expresses the meaning of our lives ordinary