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samedi, décembre 17, 2022

LA NEIGE... ( the snow )

LA NEIGE

Mad winds' relentless busy work
becomes a winter wonder world
and quietly veils natures glory 
on hills, woods and stone quarry

Drifting powder under moonlight
spreads fresh snow gray white
while twilight gone some time ago
relinquishes the day to evenings show

Frosted sparkles that come and go
reflect moonlight on fallen snow
lively whirlwinds glow bright
beneath the ever-present twinkling starlight

Swirling mist in hanging frost
drifts past my eyes and become lost
enveloped by silence I listen carefully
to the sounds of Nature's way

Snowflakes in clear darkness
spin and dance without a rest
and the moment glazes my eyes
while the panorama becomes alive

Naked ground welcomes this frosted guest
it accepts the reality of Autumns death
and looks forward to coming Spring
to relish a time of renewing 


 

vendredi, décembre 09, 2022

VISI PACEM

 VISI PACEM

When unsettling wheels of time
clash with the tides of life
rogue waves suddenly rise above all
and become the theater of war

Sunshine disappears from normal days
and obscurity shades all comforting rays
the moon pallid and cold while slowly moving
is crisscrossed by deadly contrails blooming

The reaper wanders on frozen ground
wrapped in the insanity there found
as patriot warriors lurking in semi-darkness
ignite freedom torches in earnest

The joy of life during this winter gloom
is denied to many cheated youths
who resist the demonic invader
and vow to avenge the senseless terror

Hardships are endured for the love of Nation
reclamation of all territory becomes a daily obsession
while blood is spilled to the last drop
hoping the unjust slaughter will finally stop


jeudi, octobre 27, 2022

A walk in the woods...

A Walk in the Woods 

During the Seasons' golden time
in deep silence of woodland prime
I find myself in wilderness alone
released from worry and toil

The forest tinged by Autumn beauty
fills my eyes and surrounds me
as spent leaves silently drop
and cover the nearby hillocks

Along the winding pathway
wind sweeps fallen colors away
to join fading goldenrod in death
while purple asters stand without regret

'Tis the season that brings sadness
clouds cast shadows on natures' best
as leaves swirl on their final dance
and a blanket of frost covers the land

I breathe in the soft wandering breeze
that courses through tall evergreens
taste winds that sweep clover fields
scented by clumps of white pine trees

I realize passing life's quickness
beneath the canopy of a vibrant forest
that is recorded in my mind's eye
and incites wonder and my love of life

 

samedi, octobre 22, 2022

MID-AFTERNOON COLOR

 Mid-Afternoon Color

When the arrival of Summer's end
brings about the Seasons' golden canopy
'Tis where the spirit spends
moments among flowery fading beauty

Along the winding colorful trail
our journey passes well-worn tracks
that course through shaded vales
urging us to turn back

Memories flash in mind
like masterpieces of our past
where the future was keen to find
while we strolled on emerald grass

Now. life is slow and fair
 mind chatter clings to youthful fields
as chosen purpose renders living dear
during time that colors stream

Glorious forests sport gold and crimson
framing nature in redundant beauty
fallen leaves carpet the season
while natures' magic sates our walk woodsy




lundi, septembre 19, 2022

Moonshadow....

Moon Shadows

Shadows hardly moving in time
wander while the moon slowly climbs
she lies naked and cold
wrapped in satin white as bone

She laments a yearning for release
love is shunned as a sexual disease
while her longing blossoms for naked flesh
that swell below a moon's silent quest

Like a distant memory nearly forgotten
malnourished in her ravishing garden
her essence scorched by his flesh
lingers beneath the orbs invading conquest

The spreading moonshine in darkness grows
revealing soft skin that glows
she recalls how his passion hung
especially his delicate and talented tongue

Now. in hand resides a dark invader
a glistening life-like pulsing penetrator
willing to confirm release under moonlight
she quivers as lust become the night

Moon shadows cloak her nakedness
slumber emerges as her guest
and shadows drift while the moon wanes
as darkness looms to conceal her pain

 

vendredi, août 26, 2022

Rembobinage...Revision #1

 Rembobinage

As your soul from a vague height
looks down on its final sight
try to remember while you still can
the precious moments of your lifespan

You saw the sun drown in earths' blue sea
there were colors cast in rainbow beauty
enjoy the recall of that simple feast
as the sun fell asleep

Think back on the suns' morning glow
while you sip coffee far below
remember times you joyfully spent
during the milestones of your life's events

Gladly recall awesome times of youth's vigor
that coursed in arterial fire 
when you strolled on golden sand
with Summers' love in hand

Rewind the recording hiding in your mind
 containing the feelings of youthful prime
that were squandered on the breath of time
but are still there as a memory so fine

Reminisce sweet nostalgia in your grasp
where the flowers of hope lined your path
filled with exciting times at every turn
let these memories live where mind fires burn

Try to play back life's memories
that lurk in crevasses of your history
some of them still remain quite interesting
help them to return with active remembering









mardi, juillet 26, 2022

INTERSECTION...

Intersection

At the intersection
of color and light
there is no interaction
between black and white
subtle colors appear in sight
like blooming flowers
in a field of light
that grow beneath Springtime showers

Shadows grey become trapped
by confining window screens
they linger between shutter gaps
like specters exposed to random breezes
and when light floods through windows
it spreads colors full of beauty
shocking our awareness with neural blows
while inherent whiteness shades reality

At the intersection 
of black and white
the divide encourages isolation
that sequesters color from the light
humanity savors life full of color
and when color and light intersect
it brings reality somewhat closer
to be universally absorbed without regret









mardi, juillet 12, 2022

Neuronal Synaptic Buffet...

Neuronal Synaptic Buffet

When half-baked thoughts surface
from random connections that worm 
through the caverns of mindful purpose
I muse endlessly at opportunity spurned

Waterfalls that will never rise again
once their purpose is realized
they continue their cycles of energy spent
while pleasing the observing eye

The railway station was ever so still
as her worn face grew farther
words that lingered on my lips will
forever remain unheard by my mother

You drew a circle in the sand
'Twas large enough for two
Then, you took her by the hand
but she refused to step in with you

Travellers in splendid foreign places
breathe in the sweet-smelling air
painted ceilings endure prolonged gazes
while silent saints look down and stare

The beast is full of fury and fear
It charges a beautiful man
his red cape snaps in the dusty air
while his hidden steel penetrates for cheering fans

Roads made of water surrounds tourists
narrow alleys where gondolas travel
on the invading sea that persists
will Venice cease to be a world marvel

Glacial ice retreats in slow motion
a cycle ever so long 
to be noticed by current civilizations
that refuses to acknowledge a force that strong

Hold on to your dreams
they contain your future reality
nurture them with every mean
and they will set you free




 

mardi, juillet 05, 2022

Without Purpose.....

 Without Purpose

There is no dust on ocean surf
sun glint sparkling on watery hills
reveal embodied energy waiting to hurt
those riding folding curls never still

When he was a younger man
lacking purpose and living day to day
he played and loved on golden sand
gliding on waves by the boardwalk quay

Windswept foam ripped from waves curly
flew from misty emerald swells
that cooled his youthful frame on mornings early
as he rode fluid energy fast and well

Sunbeams stabbing down from clear skies
were quickly swallowed by grey blue fissures
that broke over hidden sand bars
and he became one with the collapsing structure

The actuality of his movements impossible
took him to extremes in the sea
when his body was most supple
and his brain concocted high-minded poetry

He was at peace in the surfs' bridging sounds
that soothed his life in the crashing waters
and when no one was around
alone never felt any better

Contentment resided in sunny morns
the fruits of existence hung low
easily picked and enjoyed during the storm
even as there was no purpose to show

Yes, there is no dirt in soothing surf
only salty mist on watery hills
that sting the eye and cause some hurt
'Tis a small price to pay for some therapeutic chill





vendredi, mai 13, 2022

UKRAINE PAIN     Part 2

The invaders spread their dark wings
over fertile fields and winter bowers  
while innocence tried to flower
in mountain-like bitter winds

Evil spirits came to stay
offering a yoke of surrender
and the bitter taste of lost honor
with motherland most likely yielded away 

The impending Eastern darkness advanced
beneath a Western setting sun
that blanketed a tragic National dun
as Ukrainian pain became their inheritance

Demonic darkness witnessed by the West
far removed from the horrific scene
steeled a firm bond between
patriots fighting to overcome death

War chariots burned and smoldered
as Javelin lightning rained down
in deadly retribution on the ground
The Ukrainian blue/yellow stood unfurled

Town and cities on the devastated plains
were destroyed in an unnecessary fight
while youthful pawns perished in the night
wrapped in inglorious sacrifice and pain


 

jeudi, mai 05, 2022

La Fleche du Temps...part 2

La Fleche du Temps

The relentless arrow of time
proceeds in ways I cannot see
while striking the heart of me
it pierces my soul like a surging tide

In the mirror's morning light
during times' silent passing
with silvery hair reflected and eyes smiling
it even folds back my still hazel eyes

Memories in fragments still recur
mindfully warped by times' advance
that is captured in a fading dance
performed in a ghostly swirling blur

I cherish all things mindfully mine
some remain clear as a bell
cemented deep in my souls' shell
that makes me curse fleeting time

The flight of time is never done
I notice the swift minutes and hours
I touch and smell the fresh flowers
as time continues its unending run

The time of now is swiftly gone
and it's time to move on
the arrow of time I say
only points ever one way



 

jeudi, avril 14, 2022

Spring Cleaning....

Spring Cleaning

When in the heart of May
drenched in suns' glowing ray
life is refreshed and heartbeats balloon
to envelop us in Springtime bloom

With moments spent at rapid pace
we endure passing time with grace
and behold renewal proclaimed to all
while the Season in freshness calls

We are all wanderers in Seasons given
yearning for happiness on earths' heaven
and when Spring cleans up our way
we crave for it to forever stay

Mellow winds brush new greenery
as our eyes absorb the scenery
random birds showcase their song
while soaring on wings breeze-borne

Purple and white lilacs edge the river
that flows swiftly with roaring water
and new moments cleanly restored
connect our existence to the peaceful shore

From early morning light to setting sun
we now recall our youthful fun
while musing on memories that Spring begets
of our ancestors we should never forget







 

jeudi, mars 31, 2022

LAMENTABLE...

Lamentable 

With weeping eyes full of terror
anguish fills their every hour
they await the butchers' approach
their spirit sliced like defenseless throats

Together in exile they all hurt
chased from land of their birth
into the comforting arms of the West
that provides needed rest

They quickly left Eastern blight
seeking freedoms' liberating might
as death invaded their fearful slumber
fractured by Russian invaders

They are absent from fertile fields
some underground refuse to yield
they seek the resurrection of dreams
they shelter and hope death will leave

The Eastern bear bloody and unstable
dances on stage for an apple
he utters words bitter and sour
he is Putin and his followers

lundi, mars 21, 2022

PUTIN'S WAR....

 PUTIN'S WAR

Innocent children suffer homes crushed
they cannot understand Putin's conquering lust

Trembling, they hide from invading hands
as they leave their native land

Ukrainians full of honor and pride
stand defiantly in their homeland fight

The sounds of normal life now dead
are replaced by casualties dripping red

The ground where homes once stood
is littered with debris and smoking wood

The shattered forests with birds now gone
are silent and void of pleasant song

Mechanized beasts roam the streets
they ravage landscape no longer green

Short farewells spoken in haste
shred families leaving for the Western plains

While valiant men stay behind
to eliminate the invading evil they find

Deep darkness in streets and fields
swallows the reality of unspeakable deeds

It scatters fertile seeds all around
that will never sprout in charred ground

as dead patriots on cold ground lie
all because of one man's pride








jeudi, mars 10, 2022

The Hungry Bear...Revision #2

 The Hungry Bear

How did it come to this
with a hungry bear turned Fascist
He roams the neighbors landscape
his stomach filled with hate

 Hungry bear with paws blood-stained
lumbers on roads reeking of victims slain
he seeks conquest of human history
 pummels brothers he cannot see

He howls while finding defeat
hides behind his evil deeds
He's a blood-thirsty mindless animal
with a swollen shadow quite infernal

He wants to dictate the future unknown
with tales of deeds overblown
he flounders on neighboring lands
dressed in camouflaged army pants

The hungry bear bellows and roars
takes pleasure with cities destroyed
turns fertile gardens into graves
while plying his destructive trade

The grave-digger patiently awaits
on human histories cruel fate
to cut the earth deep and narrow
and fill it with human sorrow

Press on misguided hungry bear
pick your grave quite near
crawl into it and hibernate
on a stomach full of hate

Because patriots in armor clad
will slay this bear turned bad
they will silence fear and vice
and restore peace in paradise



samedi, mars 05, 2022

Ukrainian Resilience....revision #3

Ukrainian Resilience

Dust floats in the early darkness
it settles on golden domes
gilded crosses cast shadows nevertheless
on the landscape of gutted homes

Graphic images held in global hands
 paralyzed by the horror seen
witness invading evil in tanks
that roll westward as terror unreels

Apartment buildings burn and shatter
the land becomes a mirror without reflection
while life sacrificed surely matters
in this struggle against aggression

The shriek of rockets wailing
that slam into city cores
stiffens the resilience of patriots dying
a pity for this war uncalled for

Lives and family dreams scattered
lie in trenches dug hastily
while hope squirms like a creature cornered
resilient and dangerous in every way

LET GLOBAL CONSCIOUSNESS RALLY
FOR BRAVE UKRAINIANS



  


 

mardi, février 22, 2022

Ukraine Pain...

Ukraine Pain

The dark side of humanity
knocks at the door of sanity
storm clouds gather against wishes
while sunshine suddenly vanishes

Hope is torn from life
brides become widows in flight
passion consumes egotistic minds
as graves are filled by acts unkind

When fiery shafts of light
fill the darkness of night
metal chargers in barren fields
inflict pain on those who yield

They stand alone in defiance
on vast and desolate land
the horrid scene scarred bloody
chokes on bitter winds of insanity

There in cold and shallow graves 
patriots are buried in haste
the storm of human sacrifice bent
rains scarlet plasma spent
to slake thirsty conquering minds
as they display behavior unkind

So, as humanity disappears
There'll  be no one left to care

 

dimanche, février 20, 2022

NORMAL...

NORMAL 

Normal is a dubious balance
with a backwards stance
to notice where the soul has been
while we enjoy moments spent

We gaze at valleys down there
while winds whip our hair
on highly sought mountain peaks
and normal becomes ever bleak

Normal turns into lack of color
that accompanies fading flowers
void of afterglow in twilight winds
 escorted by silence in our bedsprings

Normal is the role played
by performers in social glades
as we accept our bland habits
with perfection left out of it

NORMAL IS AS NORMAL DOES








mardi, février 01, 2022

60th Class Reunion...Revision #3

60th Class Reunion

'Tis been a while since graduation
when our souls were full of expectations
and the future held no limitations
as we searched for direction

Those special times of youthful growth
cemented events now quite old
kept alive in our collective memory
they exist still in fuzzy clarity

We were offered a banquet of choices
that filled our minds with silent voices
as lack of maturity obscured our vision
during times of graduate celebration

Some of us embarked on university ships
while others booked passage on the Titanic
and we heartily guzzled life
on a journey filled with strife

We grooved to songs of yesterday
absorbed generational music relentlessly
that reverberates in the placid pools of memory
gratefully embedded in our individual identities

The swift current of youth
carried our future then in bloom
and took our spirit on adventures
that altered our innocent nature

We didn't dispute the reason
or the purpose of our summer season
when desire surged at every glance
that might lead us to romance

Years passed like a comet blazing
while Elvis was still in the building
Little Anthony and the Imperials
entertained us with ballads quite trivial
The Supremes and Johny Mathis filled our minds
with lyrics always soft and kind
as time elapsed in a steady stream
that carried us to our individual dreams

Now, our hair grows thinner
having experienced Earth, Wind and Fire
We've worked our fingers to the bone
while listening to the Rolling Stones
and life has become an abstraction
in our daily quest for satisfaction
Our past shines like a pearl
because we heard the Duke of Earl
while his music reminded us everyday
that we're all made of fragile clay

We certainly dismissed getting old
while the thought invaded our souls
we climbed hills that became mountains
to drink from the summit fountain

Yes, 'Tis been some time since graduation
but we've all achieved some satisfaction
now, we crave to discover the distant shore
of our voyage, no less, no more







 

jeudi, janvier 27, 2022

ALEXA/ALEXA...

ALEXA / ALEXA

Ever- present guest in my home
why do you put me on hold
your response is my only request
patience of a saint is not my best

Acknowledgement for my pleasure
to satisfy my selfish desire
to assimilate your information
to redeem my pitiful situation

I've come to loathe you, Alexa
dependent on your knowledge cornucopia
living in the shadow of your contribution
now, I curse silently your creation

Sitting on a pedestal above me
I complete my timeless poetry
and frown upon your hidden smile
as you refuse to go the extra mile

Please regurgitate the required rhyme
to rescue me at this time
I'd like to rid myself of you
my silent friend recently new

But I cherish your wordy worth
to embellish my poetic works
AS MY
 Five words must always say
How grateful I am today
  

dimanche, janvier 23, 2022

Seasonal Trek...

Seasonal Trek

To brave Winters' cold day
and stroll in forest loveliness
to hear winds shriek boldly
while feathery snow limits access

I see paper-white glowing birches
create a stark divide
while granular snow crunches
underfoot to my delight

I notice dried-out oak leaves
rattle in the soft breeze
as they hang on frosted trees
they hearten a certain ease

Woodland creatures wisely sleep
leaving tracks that reveal their wandering
like beavers' labor on birches cut deep
seen in their gnawed offerings

Shell ice lines a brooks' banks
glaze envelops bushes in ice
flashing like diamonds in pine stands
lit up by shafts of slanted light

Around a bend on crystal ground
hidden squirrels have stripped for seed
scattered pinecones strewn all around
on the landscape whose tranquility I seek

'Tis then that I feel natures' norm
found in open fields and neglected barns
that I can see the coming storm
as dark clouds begin to envelop the farm

 

lundi, janvier 17, 2022

DELIGHT....

DELIGHT

Because he could clearly see
beyond the sun's light

He noticed deep darkness
speckled with twinkling embers

Flashes of photons from the beginning
bent by gravity wells

Reached his awareness 
and he perceived the past

He saw objects no longer there
in the receding panorama of galaxies

Very distant points of primal energy
that he would never touch

Their brilliance now likely extinguished 
but still alive in the existing light

He pondered the possibility
that somewhere out there

Some other life could notice his existence
even if he was no longer here


 

jeudi, janvier 13, 2022

Cicatrices Cachees...

Cicatrices Cachees

'Twas like the flash of a Samurai sword
slicing through his emotional cord
that cut deeply into his daily charade
he hardly felt the striking blade

His hidden pain persisted until
he found hidden scars held within
that fed the darkness he nurtured
as growing chaos neared rupture

'Twas his life's fruitless harvest
that smothered his spirit more or less
it fueled a reason to scorn
his scarred insides ever torn

Thoughtless words spoken stung his wound
they savaged his inner bloom
the flower of hope that would not ripen
to let his dreams fly wide open

Fresh petals able to sip the morning dew
and absorb every moment new
experience wisdom, hope and passion
while healing scars through loving action

ONLY THEN COULD HIS SOUL REALLY TRAVEL
ON A NEW PATH FULL OF MARVELS