HARD WATER...

Hard Water

Pond ice hummed beneath my blades

and every stride taken began to fade

as they lingered on blue-gray glass

time stopped while moments passed

Above me in clear blue skies

a fiery golden token hung high 

it warmed my freezing face

while glinting off my flashing blades

Hard water like a sheet of perfect silver

nipped at my exposed fingers

frost hung from nearby reeds like sparklers

while thin border ice invited disaster

Sharp metal carved this hard water

and the morning cold became bitter

as visions of a warm house that day

could not easily tear me away

Time passed as the sun travelled low

hard water creaked long and slow

as I stood there not wanting to leave

However, I would surely return in a heartbeat 

Historical Carnage...

Historical Carnage

There were many misty eyes

as histories' witnesses young and old

littered muddy fields beneath the skies

their silent forms now lacking soul

Cold sorrow warmed their sacrifice

left on borrowed ground

that embodied the ultimate price

for their pursuit of conquest unfound

Many personal dreams perished that day

bravery died with rifle in hand

and now forever remain in a youthful way 

sightseers of history in a shredded land

Lost souls on foreign soil now sleep

as muddy trenches mark their burial ground

the price of invasion was much too steep

for the eternal hell they found

 Wine and Roses

Darkness hangs in the air

as senescence sleeps there

dreams are tended with care 

they yield pleasure instead of fear

Deep in the midnight hour

memories succumb to fire

as flaming visions of past habits

linger encased in ageing spirits

Filled with earthly joys

consumed as girls and boys

who cared not or believed

that time quickens as youth recedes 

Their adventures of endless delight

are now dreams in the night

that elicit summers' heavenly bloom

recalling the timeless days of youth

They sincerely care about past times

that were the days of roses and wine 

 

 

METAMORPHOSIS....

Metamorphosis

Elongated shadows lingered on the ground

melding with summer beauty scattered around

as shadowy woods in smoky haze

filtered light that waxed and waned

Maple tree branches hung loosely in fog

their limbs restless above the bog

roses late in bloom were slowly dying

their petals windblown randomly flying

A honeysuckle scent hovered there

as it floated on chilled breeze air

and sounds of spirits haunting dreams

became wind noises in the trees

The woods were a deeper shade of gray

while the afternoon light faded away

and the winding trail grew darker

as it coursed deep and peculiar

Green became shaded darkness

red leaves turned into soft purple at rest

and orange appeared slightly yellow

while yellow morphed into a white glow

Just like that, Summer quickly transitioned

and became a panorama of Autumn stimulation

 

EGLISE de NUIT....

EGLISE de NUIT

The timeless kingdom of sleep

invaded his midnight dreams

and became his slumbering reality

created by yesterday's conformity

His half-baked thoughts during those hours

lingered, draped on former watch towers

and marked disembodied moments of night

spent in dreary isolation, out of sight

Outside, in the darkest depth of night

fallen leaves became the bread of life

created by the sadness of their demise

as their substance provided reprise

Then, dawn broke the darkness evermore

it chased doom from his sleepy core

and hope full of yesterday's dreams

flooded the morning with light perceived

Daylight uncovered the bloom of love

that flowered behind soaring doves

and his fallen leaves of mind music

revived all who were heart sick 

 

The Puppet Master...

 The Puppet Master

There dwells in the halls of power

an uneasiness saturating the hour

these times are hardly joyful

as the puppet spews words harmful

Falsities dribble from his mouth

that stifles Americas clout

and irritates world Nations

affected by unstable tariff conditions

Words mindlessly spoken everyday

lack clarity of fact in every way

they painfully clog the internet

like so much sewage that lies beget

There is in the background a whisper

faintly heard from the puppet master

a hidden wickedness from this spoiler

that encourages the advancing disaster

This shaded moronic ploy

spoils the nations democratic joy

while a cleverly hidden terror

is embodied in this puppet master

He pulls the strings of shallow minds

that dwell in the halls of privileged pride

where stirs spirits unholy

while the Nation becomes a forgotten country

 

 

  

 

SUMMERisOVER...

SUMMERISOVER 

Daylight diminished right on cue

as Summer in the mirrors' rear-view

cast awareness on approaching conditions

that predicted incumbent hibernation

Constant hunger became life's desire

to quickly store resources before Winter

as the shadows of pine forest towers

touched everyone during those hours

The days begot shadow drenched lives

touching horizons extending for miles

that warned all of coming hard times

to be revisited by harsh climes

The advancing march of Seasons

quickened during this momentary migration

as waning light, once a charm

now silently eroded his mental guard

This soulful light, genetically inherited

while blinding and spirit fed

accompanied the flesh of his humanity

and eventually escaped his life's beauty  

HOARFROST...Revision # 3

HOARFROST

There was outside my window

the chill of loneliness and a sparrow

sheltering from the freezing drizzle

that covered most everything visible

His song was a welcomed sound

as frozen violets littered the ground

while they flashed iced colors all around 

they radiated joy to be found

Their silvery sparkle beneath a gray sky

captured my awareness in mind astride

and refreshed former visions of sparrow wings

fluttering in Summers' warmth while happily living

This fleeting pleasure entered my sight

and wrought in me pure delight

of sweet peace of mind at rest

that replaced the chill of loneliness

TIME MEMORIAL.....

 Time Memorial

Where are times that have passed

those moments intertwined with light

those fervent joys gone somewhere fast

during a flash of elapsed sight

There was youth contained there

wrapped in universal quantum waves

eternal information imprinted with care

that held virtue and pain worthy of praise

During the early dawn of day

visions fill a needy essence

renewing by their momentary stay

the memory of their former presence

Swift is the time flowing day to day

so quickly lost on living creatures

while their passions rise easily

during moments that never endure

'Tis with sorrow we grieve former friends

and sad is the heart that looks back

on youth that will never come again

as time has come and gone in a flash

The Architect....

 The Architect

She beheld a world community

that lacked the potential it could be

she imagined structures tall and shiny

designed for evolving humanity

She sketched her visions during days late

striving to create fresh artful states

that encompassed shapes of various sizes

with tilting frames that challenged eyes

Erections intended to never bend

were designs of her visions sent

 globally admired like ancient glass

and eventually accepted at last

Her naked essence traced in sand

were incarnations few could understand

as tall evergreens surrounded her creatures

while normal concepts became fractured

She forged avant-garde conceptions

and humanity applauded the transformation

her unique approach came to be

accepted by a worldwide community

This solidified her stimulating concepts

and she quickly became the IMMORTAL ARCHITECT

THE UNRAVELING...

The Unraveling   

There was plentitude for some, not all  

that would precede societies downfall

there was blindness for empathy

stewing within class inequality

That persisted throughout the homeland

and those living in protected gated islands

enjoyed their world of delicious cake

presuming their destiny was to take

The boulder of discord began to roll

down the slippery global slope

that famine and mortality nurtured

and suddenly, world order ruptured

Foreign trade started to collapse

due to the tariffs of a clueless ass

and global friendships faded away

much like snow on a warm Spring Day

Rejected Nations found new friends

and former alliances circumvented

freedoms' land, now the bad actor

during these times of trade disaster

International order began to evaporate

as global trade turned into hate

Nations of the world banned foreign travel

and humanity sadly began to UNRAVEL

 

BOG BOWELS...

BOG BOWELS 

That night he awoke to hear

cricket sounds annoyingly near

his dilated eyes could see nothing

as shadows drifted on his bedsprings

Eerie sights cast by blue moonlight

silently grew on bare floors gray white

a disembodied voice called quietly

beckoning him to dash, to run away

He collapsed on the small bed

rejecting what the voice said

and he dreamed of his bygone folies

the stolen cars, scams and robberies

The dawn came too quickly there  

hidden in the middle of nowhere

encircled by infested swampy land

that he failed to understand 

The hot rising sun tortured him

as he sweated on a mattress thin

this hellish place tragically was

the Trump EVERGLADE ALCATRAZ

 

Railing at Mortality....

Railing at Mortality

The eagle hung on broad wings

it soared above as I stood wondering

why it's flight was naturally easy

while I struggled with my mortality

Lately, dead fountains beckon me

with only still water to see

in deafening silence lacking musical notes

of crystal droplets full of hope

As soft kisses on waiting lips

are shared with wine by the sip

we quietly wander in fragrant woods

and aimlessly enjoy the neighborhood

I ponder why mortality only appears

while silence is quietly near

sounding no alarm for the end of journey

while only stillness of mind enters quietly

Ode to Love of Life...

 Ode to Love of Life

The pleasure of simple morning light

awash with murmurs of unsullied breeze

stimulate my ears and sight

to envision sunshine filled open fields

Wavy grass under clouds of white

as gentle winds carry phrases

that confirm the sweetness of my life

inherited and passed through ages

In those moments of silent thought

love appears as a shining beam of light

that soulful quest deeply sought

is life's race to win the prize

To grasp that concept quite elusive

radiating from the void of infinity

to make my reality comprehensive

and satisfy the heart of me

Demise of Reality...

 Demise of Reality

I am not content with my reality

when stifled by a clouded mind

common sense has devolved into insanity

while I chase purpose to never find

Does death exist in advertised paradise

does it lack pain or sepulchers

does love haunt the golden sunrise

will it warm my flesh with carnal desire

My spirit with passion rages

and I taste the pleasures of life

sparingly offered as I age

while hoping to eventual demise survive

The illogical fabric of my reality

gratefully inherited will soon dissolve

my earthly illusions will vanish in mortality

to be quickly forgotten and absolved

Renewal Time....

Renewal Time

White pine branches hang like a wall

they shed thawing snow casually

as fluffy globs much like cotton balls

cover my roof on this late winter day

In the blink of an eye

grass pushes up from frosted turf

lilies poke towards a blue sky

and melodious birdsong is heard

A warm breeze spins in place

and captures the birth of sunlight

nature fulfills its promise with grace

as swallows swoop in flight

I marvel at these seasonal times

spellbound by renewed life all around

I cherish blooming thoughts in my mind

and rejoice in Springtime beauty found 

 

CHAOTIC POLITICS....

CHAOTIC POLITICS

     America does'nt know for certain

if he truly knows what's happening

 forces lurking behind the smoke curtain 

predict hard times coming

The nation does'nt know what he believes

he is neither civil nor intelligent

while the world quietly seeks reprieve

and withholds nasty comments

It is too afraid to lose its perks

playing America for suckers that be

as Europeans with danger that lurks

have abused American generosity

Residing in their weakened states

surrounded by evil nuclear hardware

they are feverish with Russian hate

wanting retribution to bear

America, the land of freedom lived

has to remain always resolute

as the defender of Democratic will

and assist the imperiled multitudes

We hope as time slowly flows

that this man bent on retribution

that deranged elected ruler we know

will somehow manage to save our Nation

 

  

L 'ESPOIR...

L ' ESPOIR

'Twas ambitious hopes he did seek

that swelled like bubbles thin and weak

while he was more faithful than wise

and truly believed hopeful lies

Fateful events that tomorrow held

became a life of bitter hell

blind faith became far too easy

as false hopes ruled his destiny

Fancy beliefs cloaked in splendor

wallowed in life's daily pleasures

and gloom resided in hurtful things

that mocked hopes in normal living

Blind faith broke his heart brittle

as reality became unavoidable

and he died still full of hope

while stretching the executioner's rope 

      

 

Roll River Roll...

Roll River Roll 

 

A river rolls beneath clear skies

as the morning breaks into daylight 

tasty words linger on tip of tongue

like freshly washed linen hung

drying in a warm Springtime breeze

that ignites poetic flames with ease

and shreds Winters robe away

to reveal its temporary stay

My river rolls in quiet desperation

as I endure Presidential manic action

and life becomes miserably spent

shades of gray permeate normalcy bent

altering the flow in scattered towns

while a deranged man seeks the crown

heartfelt confusion invades our land

and we tremble under the spoiler's hand

Our river now flows with difficulty

while it carries the seeds of Democracy

  this elected leader where distortions dwell

hides in the hollow of his shell

this river rolls with miscast votes

that seeks to scatter all hopes

and reveals a choice horribly made

by river keepers dressed in spade

Craving for Spring....

 Craving for Spring

The promise of Spring drips 

from neurons that light my mind

color green craves to be sipped

by the eyes, inciting a wide smile

Icicles spawned during recent past

now dissolve in a slow-motion death

to become a memory in sunlight cast

while the sun naturally journeys west

Still, the snow remains frozen fresh

my yard blanketed in vivid white

that sparkles like jewels recently left

to appease momentarily Winters' bite

Then, I dream of something else

of drifting clouds in warmer skies

that spar with sunshine that melts

Winters' grip and reveals Spring delight

A silent passage of Winters' end

a much-welcomed change of season

not because Winter isn't my friend

but because I love Spring beyond reason

 

POTUS 47...A National Disgrace

A National Disgrace

The Nations' sun hangs in thickening skies

It casts ominous shadows in advancing twilight

while he lingers on sandy oceanside

smirking with narcissistic pride

During his rapidly declining years

his warped mind is something to fear

it is full of spoken falsities

that will lead to National miseries

Nevertheless, he remains content

with the laws he has bent

while caring not about consequences

that evidently defy common sense

For him, truth is easily dodged 

he makes it dissolve in wordy fog

he dictates edicts unacceptable for some

and is oblivious of the outcome

This Presidency is the beginning of the end

during this bleak time spent

there is no metaphor for National disgrace

as the country devolves in social grace

My melancholy moment lingers

on the shore of this dark river

and I swim against the waters' will

condemned and sadness filled

    AMERICA SUMMENED THE ABSURD

AND ELECTED A GOLDEN TURD

Precious Nubble...

 Precious Nubble

The small rock in his hand

flashed color quite suspiciously

while he struggled to understand

this embodiment of beauty lovely

The presence of this lumpy marvel

easily confirmed stardust infinity

as it lingered on earths sandy shell

beneath the distant ridges he could see

The glowing orb, now a bright disk

enhanced the tiny specimen he held

in haptic awareness and bliss

while nearby cliffs loomed hot as hell

In purple desert mesas he quietly reveled

and endorphin stoked sights all around

magnified the treasure he softly held

'Twas indeed gold that he had found