Sunday, June 17, 2018


Even before we pass into this world,
Before the first life-breath invades our breast,
A bond of attachment is formed in the mind,
Bred in the heart, in the womb where we rest.

Breaking free only means changing our course
And direction. Freedom itself is benign.
Certain connections can never be broken.
Some things can never be left behind.

Trading in secrets of youthful dimension,
Bargaining, bartering, striving to grow,
Trace the umbilical to its beginning.
The past tells the future which way it must go.

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Saturday, June 16, 2018

Testing Memory

Life is just a "jeopardy" game.
Someone yells the answer,
And you wonder what the question was.
Sometimes you hesitate and think.
Sometimes you answer without pause.
Sometimes you ponder and reflect,
"I used to know that way back when".
But then before you can remember
Some smartass comes buzzing in
To steal your thunder,
Such a blunder.
Thinks he's such a modern wonder.
Makes you want to dig a hole
And put him about six feet under....
Only kidding... Just a game.
Violence is sick and lame.
And I'm sure that you'll agree,
It's such fun testing memory.

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Friday, June 15, 2018

Total Recall

I remember it all...
Every word, every sigh,
Every breath to the last...
Silent echo... Goodbye.
Waiting motionless...
Senseless denial of rest.
Counting the rise and fall
Of your chest.
Time becoming a road without end.
Taking the measure of this gentle friend.
Each second is stilled.
I remember it all.
A burden to carry,
This total recall.

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Thursday, June 14, 2018

Thrown Back

Like a fish too small to bother...
Doesn't register or rate...
Tossed back into murky waters.
Wasted time. Wasted bait.

Young love spurned and unrequited...
Heart of glass begins to crack...
Till it shatters into pieces...
Mercilessly thrown back.

Wiser now and more mature...
Bitter hindsight turned around
To face the cold hard facts ahead,
To not look back,
Not look down.

Knowing that the pond holds many
As we glide among the pack,
One will find and swim beside me.
We will never be thrown back.

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Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Searching For Details

The ifs and whens and
Wherefores and therefores.
The whats, the whos and whys
Plague the air in search of a reason.
Searching for details
To uncover lies.
Forces of evil surround the encampment.
Flagrantly rumoring innuendo,
Disseminating their disinformation,
Clouding the truth with a blanket of snow.
Fact into fiction,
Fiction to fact.
Follow the paper trail,
Find and attack.
Becoming a sleuth with a monocled brow.
Searching for details,
Wondering how.

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Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Snakes and Lizards

Don't like slimly...
Don't like slinky...
Don't like creepy, crawly, stinky...
Don't like flies or
Bees or bugs...
Snakes or lizards...
Snails or slugs.
I know boys are supposed to like
Things that slither, sting or bite.
It's just curiosity. They say that's how it ought to be.
Call me crazy.
Call me strange.
To me it seems a bit deranged
To want to see or
Even touch
These snakes and lizards,
Bugs and such.

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Monday, June 11, 2018


I recall when we climbed "Stone Mountain",
Looking out over mile after mile
Of tall Georgia pine reaching skyward
In worship. It still makes me smile
To think of that day, so majestic and free
Where sight never sees and sound never hears.
A small piece of granite
From high on the mountain
Became my most treasured
Of all souvenirs.
Not platinum or silver,
Not diamond or gold,
Not emerald or ruby red stone.
A piece of a memory.
A glorious moment.
God and the mountain...
And me all alone.

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Sunday, June 10, 2018


Tie a string around your finger.
Write yourself a little note and
Place it where you're sure to see it,
Pin it to your overcoat!
Ask a friend to call you later.
Cause a memory to stir.
Looking out beyond tomorrow,
Write it on your calendar.
Tricks and stunts abound aplenty
In the old reminder game.
Those who use them will succeed.
Those who don't... Well, who's to blame?

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Saturday, June 09, 2018


The mind plays tricks
On mundane recollections from the past.
It bogs down in a swamp
Just when it's needed to run fast.
Fleetingly just out of reach,
It wants to be unmasked,
And when it's caught, it breathes a sigh
As it is shared at last.
Recollections told by friends,
Such sweet apparitions.
Calling up a smiling past,
A memory transmission.

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Friday, June 08, 2018


Floating ghosts of yesterday,
Background crawlers coiled to spring.
Frosting on a memory
Sweetly comes recycling.
Spurred forth in a second's flash,
Keyed by senses, sound or sight.
Spilling out in conversation
Or reflected cool and quiet.
Thoughtful longings for the past,
Tucked in memory, not by chance.
Keepsakes treasured, never spent,
Shrines of fond remembrance.

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Thursday, June 07, 2018

Quid Pro Quo

Swapping baseball cards when I was young
Was not a business.
Sentimental value was the only valid key.
Even up and fair exchange had nothing whatsoever
To do with money. It just seemed
The way it ought to be.

Values change like seedlings into saplings into trees.
Quid pro quo grows less important
As the leaves turn brown.
Even up no longer is the goal
Or the safe haven.
Motive turns to greed
Before the leaves come crashing down.

Why is it never quite enough
To reap just what you sow?
Why can't we just be satisfied?
What's wrong with quid pro quo?

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Wednesday, June 06, 2018


Little Joey plays so hard at being what he sees,
Imagination racing like the rhythm of a train.
Making temporary worlds inspires as it frees
His soul to grow like new mown grass after the rain.

Susie tries to catch a star and hold it as a treasure,
Growing up so quickly that she causes heads to spin.
Stepping into mother's shoes, trying hard to measure
Up to expectations of both kith and kin.

Animations learned in youth
Become a lifetime folly.
Pretending soon becomes a vivid point of reference.
The wise will quickly learn to use escape
To keep them jolly.
The unwise simply cannot see
To tell the difference.

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Tuesday, June 05, 2018

Pistols, Slingshots and Mason Jar Lids

A carved out pistol of pliable pine
Tucked away neatly in the belt
Made me the toughest hombre in town,
King of the hill, the fastest draw,
Cop to their robbers, hop-along kid,
Equal to whatever hand might be dealt,
Eager to challenge the forces of evil,
Ready with lightning to face one and all.

Sturdy piece cut from the fork of a sapling,
Strips of old inner tube tied to each end,
Tin cans and bottles lined up on a boulder
To practice an art form as old as dirt.
Pebbles fly with the speed of a rocket.
Bottles smash and tin cans bend
As mother admonishes, ranting and scolding,
Wildly afraid that someone may get hurt.

Pilfered ring from a Mason jar lid,
And fifty three tons of imagination,
I've license to drive, spinning wheels, popping gears,
Changing course and direction but never speed.
I become Richard Petty, or Bobby or Cale,
The winner's circle my one destination.
Not looking back as I race the wide oval,
Desperately trying to stay in the lead.

Life is so simple with youth as companion.
Imagination is all that you need.

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Monday, June 04, 2018

Perception / Misconception

Looking out on a level plain
And asking the question "does anyone care?"
Silently longing to break with tradition
Without ending up alone in despair.
Perception from angles acute and obtuse,
Varying versions of justice and truth,
Backgrounds and foregrounds, shadows and glare,
Break down the barriers formed in our youth.

Plans thought out, though ill conceived,
Treasures sought for a rainy day,
Pleasures of the world surrounding
All our simple folksy ways.
Trouble comes and, unprepared,
The burden stings like iron gloves
Smashed upon the cheek of wisdom,
Crashing down from high above.

Perception of our misconception.
Embarrassment to noble thought.
Deeds will out and battles count
When we perceive them to be fought.

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Sunday, June 03, 2018

Only Time

How long is forever?
When did it begin?
Is existence a recurring thing?
Does anything really ever end?
Do spirits live inside our shells?
Do lonely souls continue on?
Is everlasting peace a dream
Or just another fabled con?
Do you have all the vivid answers?
Does reason plague your mortal mind?
Does life slap back at you when you
Pose questions seemingly unkind?
Is it our place to understand
The fleeting rhythm or the rhyme?
Or does the answer lie beyond this life?
Who knows?
Only time.

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Saturday, June 02, 2018

Out of Step... Out of Place

The army steps in step by step,
Each footfall neatly mapped.
With twelve to the front
And eight to the rear
Each arm swing has been choreographed.
Eyes straight forward,
Posture checked,
Weapons neatly held in place,
No syncopation is allowed
In this display of rhythmic grace.
No one allowed to miss a beat...
No one allowed to wander...
No time for stopping to reflect...
No time to pose or ponder.
Always in a rush,
Though I don't understand the race.
No wonder I feel out of step...
And even out of place.

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Friday, June 01, 2018

Observation Point

Looking out from a vantage point
High above the masses,
Seeking all the wisdom left by ages eons past,
Yearning understanding as a guide
Through rocky passes,
Hoping against hope that every breath
Won't be the last.
Being an observer of
The human situation,
Learning how they deal with strain
And daily aggravation,
Seeing how they grow and go
In multiple directions,
Little secrets that they hide
Just to avoid detection.
Mumbled, jumbled lives so
Froth with muddled complication.
Amazing what one sees from this
High point of observation.

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Thursday, May 31, 2018

Nothing Left But Goodbye

I hate funeral parlors....
Never want to be the object
Of morose attention.
Sobbing, weeping, wailing, moaning
Mourners. Not to mention
All the things the undertakers
Do to violate the dead.
Filling them with fluids...
Pancaked cheeks of phony red.

Remembrance is in the heart,
Not lying in a box of steel.
Respects are paid conveying to the living
How we truly feel.
In the last analysis,
Though it be cause to cry,
There's really nothing left to say
Except a silent, fond goodbye.

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Wednesday, May 30, 2018

Next Time

If at first you don't succeed...
You all know the rest.
You can fill the blanks,
So there's no need to have a test.
A lot of truth is handled in
That simple one line phrase
About persistence. How the human
Spirit can amaze
And rise above the petty failures
Caused by being unprepared,
Learning from mistakes,
Never running scared.
Climbing from the pit of doubt,
Eyes on the sublime.
Stars are out there.
You can reach them if you try...
Next time.

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Tuesday, May 29, 2018


Vague thoughts, like mental clouds,
Come floating through the air.
Bubbles burst into a whim
Of unexpected quick desire.
A rush of strong adrenaline goes
Coursing through our veins
To raise imagination
Floating higher, ever higher.
Mental images abound,
Resound, repeat aplenty,
Views, opinions, vague beliefs,
A plan or an intention.
Notions come and notions go
As quickly as they started,
Father of discovery...
Mother of invention.

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Monday, May 28, 2018


We often think of butterflies
When needing an example
Of metamorphosis in it's pure state.
Nestled safe in its cocoon the
Caterpillar undergoes
The multiplicity of changes
Meant to seal its fate.

Humans can't afford the
Luxury of a cocoon.
Our changes come more subtly and slow.
Unclothed to every whit and whim
Life throws in our direction,
Exposure is the kindling that
Makes our fire grow.

As the piper plays our tune,
Beckoning our ear,
As the crowd chants and the chorus sings,
We are growing,
Ever growing,
Through all our doubts and fears,
Ever closer to the day when
We too spread our wings.

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Sunday, May 27, 2018

Mirrored Images

You are me and I am you.
We are both each other.
Mother, father, friend or foe,
Sister, cousin, brother.
Members of a kindred species,
Born of earth and water.
Unexplained existence,
Universal teeter-totter.
Black or yellow,
Red or white,
Should we really care?
Images are mirrored
In the common bonds we share.
Loving is the fruit we seek,
Caring is our need.
A harvest grand when
Simple understanding plants the seed.

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Saturday, May 26, 2018

Memory Fails

It comes at the most inconvenient of times.
A thought that was there
Just as quickly is gone.
Then struggle is futile to
Bring back the wrinkle
Of gray matter.
We smile or yawn
And simply apologize.
We can't imagine what ails.
It's such an embarrassment,
So unexplainable,
So typical when memory fails.

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Friday, May 25, 2018

Light the Way Home

Logs on the fire create a soft glow.
Torches enlighten the spirited night.
Candles illuminate corners and nooks,
While the night skies are sprinkled
With pinpoints of light.
Brash incandescent
Or softly florescent,
Halogen, laser, whatever...
The face of the moon forms a
Pool of reflection
Of sunlight that
Streams on forever.

Light is a seeker,
A giver of life.
It follows wherever we roam.
No matter how far
The journey may take us,
There will always be someone to
Light the way home.

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Thursday, May 24, 2018

Lake Lanier

Someone turned these fields into
A thriving heaving lake.
Was this for recreation
Or for population's sake?
Miles and miles of shoreline
Stretching from Gwinnett through Hall,
And all the way to Habersham
Where mountain waters fall
To creeks and streams to form the waterways
To fill your basins deep,
While pine trees keep good company
To willows as they weep.
Gateway to the Chattahoochee,
Formed by Buford's dam.
Power from your mighty waters
Surging through the lines.
Strength of Shamu's mighty jaws,
Yet gentle as a lamb,
Sitting quiet and sedate,
Nestled in the pines.

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Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Looking Forward / Glancing Back

Moving with a forward motion,
Growing with each passing day,
Side step, glide step, leaping, dipping,
Gaining speed along the way.
Side trips are a sweet diversion.
Short hiatus. That's okay.
Sometimes needed, always welcome,
Brief vacation from the fray.

Back in step and onward marching,
Arms at ready for attack.
Struggling to make the front,
To be the leader of the pack.
Reaching out to those who need us,
Unafraid to take the flack.
Not forgetting where we came from...
Looking forward, glancing back.

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Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Killing Time

Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap.
Fingers on the table rap.
Rocking, swaying forth and back...
Counting tiles and ceiling cracks...
Pacing, pacing to and fro.
Waiting as impatience grows.
Blankly twiddling a thumb
'Til the appointed time has come.
Making up a silly rhyme
Soon forgotten...
Killing time

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Monday, May 21, 2018

Kindred Spirits

I can't remember...
Was there a time I didn't know you?
Was there a me before we met?
Seems as if we've always been.
If we haven't... I forget.
All my youth was spent in search of
Everything I found in you,
And now every day is special,
Every morning fresh and new.
When you find a kindred spirit
In your trek with father time,
In your search for truth and meaning,
In your quest for the sublime,
Hold on tight and make the most
Of every second that you share.
Life is short and oh! So precious,
And such luck is truly rare.
Beating hearts keep time together,
Breathing out, breathing in.
Walking step by step beside me
'Til we reach the very end.
Kindred spirits in our longings,
Sharing secrets day by day,
Walking through life's welcome garden,
Smelling roses on the way.

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Sunday, May 20, 2018


Where are your keepsakes?
Your treasure chest?
Do you keep them under lock and key?
Do you hide them from others?
Keep them in private?
Is that where they ought to be?
Those items you treasure
That bring up fond memories
With which you would never part,
Are they simply possessions?
For keepsakes, true keepsakes,
Dwell deep within the heart.

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Saturday, May 19, 2018

Justifying Tomorrow

It was yesterday that brought us to
This place, this here, this now.
A ship of time continuing
As we stroll stern to bow
Taking in the scenery,
Learning as we go,
Wrinkling gray matter
As the ship rocks to and fro.
Building aspirations as
We learn more of our fate,
Longing to be rich or famous,
Striving to be great.
All our yesterdays compile
And build on joy and sorrow,
Contemplating what's to come
To justify tomorrow.

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