ISLAND POND....

Island Pond

There's a sharpness in the air

It strikes my face, chills my hair

snowflakes float down on my eyelashes

as mindful time slowly passes

Bitter cold is the order of the day

falling leaves frosted are blown away

and the Northern gales in their device

transform my island pond into shell ice

Sharp shafts of slanted sunlight

captured by the edges of my sight

like an apparition silent and warm

accompany my ramble on this early morn

Swaying tall grasses blown cold

shield waterfowl that gather in beams of gold

their orange feet and brilliant feathers

grace my awareness with life pleasures

I am conscious and ask no more

strolling by the ponds silver shore

and thankful for this sight so fair

as a flock of Mallards takes to the air

The Comfort of Indulgences...

The Comfort of Indulgences

When transgressions in human culture

reveal themselves full of forbidden desire

glowing with bright neon features

above our leaders head in haloed cluster

'Tis time to notice the hellfire 

that reside in thoughts of mortal lies

relegated to the minds' dark tower

along with other deeds never reconciled

Walking the razors' edge in life

is where lies eager to survive

are allowed to conveniently hide

and live in forked tongue words unwise

Alas, fear not human misdeeds

Trust the Church to save your soul

to patch your mortal wounds indeed

with the balm of indulgences sold

Your sins of ignorance and omission

your acts of self-abuse prey to us all

and ever present flirtations with temptation

can be conveniently redeemed before you fall

Into the eternal chasm of hellfire

and join Satan's relentless call

to feast on human carnal desire

Penitents pardoned from eternal punishment

can live free of guilt and easily rest

as Indulgences purchased will banish by concealment

all sins from your Heavenly quest

The Beachcomber...

The Beachcomber

When seeing the foam rippled beach

while walking on crystal sand

feet penetrating firmly and deep

on the edge of no mans land

'Tis where my cares came to rest

far from the darkness of human ways

lungs filled with salty air ever fresh

that stimulated my cerebral matter gray

 while enveloped in the oscillations of crashing waves

that rendered my spirit state relaxed

within a body placated in rhythmic exhales

wrapped in visions of life untaxed

So, in the shade of my hat

beneath which I casually walked

I approached a condition that

caused me to advance back and forth

dodging the frothy vomit of angry surf

while pondering the coming times

and realizing that aging hurts

the stately symphony of the mind

that seeks to provide purpose as we become old

while in reality it postpones thoughts we cannot hold