Wisdom Transfer...

Wisdom Transfer

Why be silent

with unspoken comments

for we have tasted youth

and devoured its sweet fruit

Why deny our past

lurking in that half-full glass

that contains pleasures done

all in glorious fun

We loved between heart beats

while dancing on restless feet

and recall again and again

cherished moments during life spent

Why not share the light

that still shines somewhat bright

within our mortal nature

that shelters countless treasure

Why restrain our aging mind

from recalling events left behind

 while hostage to life's decline

Hidden from generations in their prime

Let our history lessons and merits

fill youths fresh spirits

in the hope that past mistakes 

will never again take place

Faux Emperor 45

Faux Emperor 45

Our chosen Emperor is brain dead

his exposed veracity buck naked

and while he reigns in flaming fantasy

the cost is our National identity

His gleaming eyes full of unfinished thoughts

linger in reality sadly lost

as the Nation suffers his witless words

in the darkness of fake news heard

He squanders the priceless jewels of truth

while acting like a buffoon 

and spouts ill-conceived flowery lies

blaming a witch hunt as truth slowly dies

Facts are conveniently irrelevant

as he secrets business documents

his West wing apostles live in regret

and quickly depart from the daily unrest

He rules with a corrupt soul

and sullies the Nations' hope

So, before lasting darkness devours us

his IMPEACHMENT is a must

Stone Cold Dead...revision # 2

LA TOMBA

Cold marble gleams and flashes

as a new days' sun rises

while spirits sheltered within cold stone

are consigned to the darkness they own

The shadows that grow besides headstones

mark the movement of time flown

and heartaches that cut to the bone

are deeply chiseled into granite cold

These spirit resident frozen in time ever so

seldom understand where to go

as they occupy musty dark vaults

in silence and stillness without thought

They lay there frozen and alone

their earthy light too soon gone

their Seasons have stopped recurring

and only their memories keep them returning

Carrera angels sporting wings and breasts

guard desolate grounds in their quest

to protect crypts wrapped in silence

that shelter spirits in residence

In Summer, visitors finally arrive

they bring with them happiness in disguise

to share with souls in marble cold

memories buried in grounds of old

This marbled scape in late afternoon

harbors specters in translucent white bloom

who float on warm breezes

as they relive their life with ease

Their vaporous substance like shapeless thoughts 

eventually fades from our reality and is lost

'Tis only then that souls frozen in time

find somewhere to go and that's just fine

Don ' Poppy ' Cherry...

Don 'Poppy' Cherry

When the light of valor is shattered

when remembrance is mindlessly scattered

the glow of hope becomes cold dead

the warmth of Freedoms value is shed

" You people, much welcomed immigrants

you need to show respect for our Veterans

Spend a few dollars of your money

while you savor Canadas' milk and honey..."

" Take note of soldiers who perished

to give you the life you now cherish

with personal freedom in which to flourish

while living in a country that gives and nourishes

your every hope and dream

in a setting of self-esteem..."

Purchase a POPPY and wear it with reverence

to acknowledge Veterans who fought

especially those who gave their all 

for FREEDOM SELFLESSLY BOUGHT

WHATIF....Revision #2

Whatif

What if rain feeds my inspiration

like colorful teardrops dripping with imagination

leaking into joyful words residing in mind

during my lifetime that slowly unwinds

What if I cherish the duration of those hours

on grey days filled with rain showers

when I feel the soulful impulse

to apply my quill to prose I love

What if my backwards look in time

spent in earliest youth clearly finds

the presence of lingering growing pains

that my personality refuses to claim

What if moments spent in idle cogitation

bloom into mind flowers without hesitation

like the invisible beauty of individual bliss

that supports my life like this

What if my curious wondering

reaches the depth of personal feelings

while the scent of brain roses

soothes all souls that need repose

What if in my cerebral mansion
filled with blooming joy for creation
I light up the earth spanning oceans
to gather praise and devotion

What if my poems haunt private scenes
putting wounded hearts at ease
while they flow like blood in societies veins
and mark bloody redemption selfishly claimed

WHAT IF...WHAT IF...WHAT IF

LEAF....revision #2

Leaf

When leaf shadows from tall maples

dance across my face in silent prayer

eager to declare Seasonal desires

to partake in life's renewal

I cherish their fresh found greenery

newborn and full of life instilled

that exude promise of moments filled

with refreshing shade awaiting me

So, beneath their stately canopy I endure

absorb the fragrance of Spring breezes

and relax with the sound of fidgeting leaves

that partake in my retirement leisure

I thank them for cool shade

I thank them for the oxygen they make

I thank them for their Autumn color

I thank them for providing shelter

Later, when they have fulfilled their destiny

I rake the remnants of their lives

and gratefully thank them for soothing my sight

Winds and Fire....

Winds and Fire

Sunlight beaming above the hills

cannot pierce the smoky haze

that mingles with red glows hardly still

to dance with pointed flames eager to raze

the plant life and priceless homesteads

in the path of wind blown hellfire

while the Golden state turns red

and again becomes the recipient of disaster

This land priceless to select few

living in fortunate comfort and bliss

becomes ravaged and consumed anew

by flaming ridges and embers on rooftops kissed

Santa Anna gusts have fired hillside brush

residents are roused by glances of smoky flames

they gather their possessions in a rush

care not a bit about their fame
They just hope to see the morning shine
view golden skies become fair
feel the glow of Western clime
and gratefully breathe clean fresh air