NEW UNPOSTED POEMS

 

 

 

A FULLER LIFE

A WALK TOGETHER

A WOMAN CALLED NERD

AFTER LOVE

BEFORE

BEND IN THE ROAD

BEYOND THE SCREEN

BIRTHDAY

CARNIVAL

CHOICE

COME WHAT MAY

COOL (A woman Shopping)

CYBERMEETING

DREAM FIRST

EXTREME JOURNEY

FAIRYTALE

FIELD OF LINEN

FISHERMAN, FISHERMAN

FOR A MOMENT

FOREVER

FORGET IT

FREEDOM

FROM THE LIGHT

HEIR OF CHOICE

I MAY NOT BE

LATE FOR LOVE

LOSS

LOST

MEMORIES

MORNING

MOST THE TIME

MS PRAYER

NIGHT

NORMAL

ON A LETTER TO THE EDITOR

OOPS

ORPHAN

OUT OF NOTHING

OUT OF PRINT

POET

SEARCH

SEEING YOU


SHADOWS


SOLO

SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH

STONE WALLS

SUPPOSE

TALKED TO DEATH

THE FUTURE

THE KEY

THE RHYTHM OF MY TIME

THE PAINTED ROOM

THE VISIT

THIS MORNING

TIME

TO MY EDITOR

WHAT WE DREAM TO BE

WHERE ARE THE MEDALS?

WHO SPEAKS FOR YOU?

WHY? GRANDPA

WRITING POETRY

YOU

 

A FULLER LIFE

 

Oh Lord, I’m filled with endless fear

My goals are far and seem unclear

My view is clouded by my tears

My course I cannot seem to steer

 

Reduced, I am, to simpler thoughts

Then dreams once held and wants and oughts

Austerity leaves me distraught

As I absorb life’s lessons taught

 

I am, by motionlessness beset

Spending too much time to fret

Unable, that first step to get

To rouse myself, move forward, yet…

 

Deep within I know exists

The confidence to shake a fist

At all that daunts me, and insist

I’ll not be beaten, I will persist

 

All that remains for me to do

Is take a tiny step for you

Use the gifts you did imbue

And not complexity construe

 

To simply be, to work and live

Return the blessings you did give

Expect not much, except, forgive

Myself, my faults outlive

 

The beauty that I know can be

Isn’t something coming free

Nor a goal to set or see

But product of adversity

 

I will be born when I survive

The tests of life you did contrive

In truth I know I’ll not arrive

Until, myself, I can revive

 

The future that I want and need

Is not by any power decreed

But in the growth of my small seed

Received from breast when I did feed

 

All that I will ever be

Lives within the soul of me

And if that life is to be free

I must find my special key

 

The sun still shines though my world’s dark

But I could see that light, embark

Upon a fuller life, not stark

But first… I must move off my mark

 

A WALK TOGETHER

 

Walked a while, on the beach

So much out beyond my reach

Sky in turmoil, whirling light

Shimmering water, what a sight

 

Lover’s hand, curled in mine

Sand between her toes so fine

Joy is ours, a simple walk

Time slips by, erased by talk

 

Something special passes, binds

Us closer, hearts and minds

Breathing walking being kind

Love does grow, as we unwind

 

A WOMAN CALLED NERD

 

A strange thing happened as I conversed

Across the night in rhyme and verse

I read a message signed by “Nerd”

But subliminally, “Male” I heard

 

I cannot tell you actually why

Foolish be, for me to try

But in that subatomic time

Was born a chauvinistic crime

 

Why should intelligence be solely male?

It’s not my picture, the usual tale

It’s not the view I hold, in truth

Alas I’ve not the least excuse

 

What ever was I thinking then?

To see a rooster, where a hen

Our minds through time have not escaped

From thoughts were born while still as apes

 

But wait, perhaps there does exist

A different view beyond the mist

Who would think a woman’s name?

From “Nerd” would come, without some blame

 

It is a term unfeminine

Speaks of glasses, homely grin

Not a complimentary phrase

Or one I’d thought females embrace

 

Of course, of late, the world has changed

And Nerd’s new meaning is arranged

A studious and brilliant few

Are billionaires by what they do

 

Internet, a world remade

Cast the rest of us in shade

Gender is no longer cool

The time has come for Nerds to rule

 

Perhaps I erred in seeing male

Not serious enough to be in jail

And Nerd is not zygote specific

Nerdess for me is more explicit

 

I fear the telling of this story

Will lead to shame and not to glory

The more I try explain my role,

The more I dig a deeper hole

 

In my defense I need to say

No slur intended by my way

If no gender seems to fit

I surely cannot call you, it

 

AFTER LOVE

 

I lay in silence on our bed

                As in fear I dare not tread

On subjects intimate, unsaid

                Nor try to rouse a love long dead

 

A prison cell composed of flesh

                 Nearby back I can’t caress

A night too long in deep distress

                Does not, my soul with sleep impress

 

A scream within my head does roar

                Throw wide the gates I do implore

Bring back the world I knew before

You killed the love, was once my core

 

I cannot bear the closeness now

                That once was valued, sought somehow

Became a nightmare, rejected vow

                And leaves, but tears, upon my brow

 

Whether free or kept in chains

                From you there’s naught but cold and pains

From bonds that warmed, all that remains

                Is emptiness,… my cup is drained

 

BEFORE

 

Who was I before you came?

Before the fog of time erased

The life I knew and then replaced

It with a me, half you

 

The years became a time too long

For me to have a sense at all

Of who and why and how I was

And made of it a dream recall

 

Happiness, I know, is mine

Yet somewhere deep is knowledge of

A time of pain and not of love

Which now exists as soundless mime

 

The pain that was endured before

Has faded slowly, to be sure

Erased, to haunt me nevermore

By you, who found my inner core

 

 

 

 

 

BEND IN THE ROAD

 

What lies around the corner?

What next for me to do?

What is the challenge I must meet?

What test must I come through?

 

What skills are there to master?

What wisdom must I seek?

What is the call I wait for?

For which I can’t be weak?

 

What is the path’s been chosen?

Of which I have no say?

What cause will I be leader of?

What danger to defray?

 

Will tomorrow bring a spotlight?

Will providence have its say?

Will I acquit the charge I get?

Will I have my finest day?

 

Whatever may be coming

I’ve not the slightest fear

Calm, I wait to turn the page

Ready, the call to hear

 

BEYOND THE SCREEN

 

You have formed, of me, a picture

Based on logic without stricture

A contemporary, in your view

Perhaps my words you’ll soon eschew

 

I think that I should tell you now

Although you think me young, somehow

That I might be your elder, ow!

And rate a sweeping graceful bow

 

For all you know I ancient are

With cane and limp to venture far

One hundred fifty years or more

Perhaps a thousand lived before

 

It’s just these new most modern skins

Constrict my mind as I blend in

Best the language, acceptance win

Conceal the truth, my story spin

 

Highlander perhaps, what do you think?

No! I’ve not had much to drink

I say with smile and crinkled wink

Or would you rather a cyber link?

 

To where? You say but don’t believe

I know you know what e’er conceived

Could come to be, you’re not relieved?

An alien form, Would I deceive?

 

How do you know, what you do know?

It comes in bytes, it smoothly flows

Could I be close behind you there?

Or in another galaxy, fair?

 

What you see is only light

Where I am is out of sight

Or what I am, see your plight?

Have I instilled a sense of fright?

 

Your machine is telling you

That I exist out here in truth

But what if your machine et al

Really has the name of HAL

 

Perhaps your world does not exist

But only is my sly Matrix

How will you know and then to fix?

If what I say is real or tricks

 

What is the test that you must try?

To keep you mind from going awry

Better hurry or bye and bye

We’ll shut the power, the time draws nigh.

 

BIRTHDAY      

 

Time has brought you to this point

Your path has been severe

The tests of life tempered hard

Bringing answers clear

 

Motherhood the reason now

Moved you to evolve

Bit by bit your world remade

And painful past dissolved

 

All are proud, the road you’ve trod

The distance come, extreme

We wish to celebrate your birth

We wish you peace serene

 

CARNIVAL      

 

Sawdust, mud, flashing lights

A sea of faces share

Fire-eaters, cotton candy,

Speeding rides that scare

 

Spend a fortune win the stuffed bear

Laugh and shout, stay late

Leave your worries, leave your troubles

Leave the world outside the gate

 

Parents children boy friends girlfriends

Squeals of joy and tears

Children begging, this one, that one

Tickets needed everywhere

 

Camels walk as wee ones gawk

More attracted by the rides

When the time comes little brother

Hangs on dearly, won’t abide

 

Food galore, drinks and ice cream

Rides that spin around

Children clutching at their parents

Who give thanks when on the ground

 

Music bouncing all around you

Choose your game of chance

Squeeze the trigger, aim the water

See your chosen horse advance

 

For a while the night is shiny

Senses drunk with gaiety

Cost is money, small ones love it

Price is worth their boundless glee

 

In the end when all have tired

And tickets bought are spent

When stomachs are no longer wanting

And eyes have peeked in every tent

 

Mothers carry sleeping children

Exhausted as they dream

Knowing that when they awaken

This night will long retain its gleam

 

CHOICE

 

Each of us must choose between a cell of our own making

Or the cells of others, it is a matter of choice

To be enslaved by another or by ourselves

Another’s master or our own

But in the end we are imprisoned

Only by our own thoughts

 

Others will burn us for speaking out

Or we will burn in the hell of our own inaction

We will suffer for speaking

Or suffer the unspeakable for not

 

We must our brother’s keeper be

Knowing that he is not ours

We must be what we must

Or we will not be at all

 

COME WHAT MAY

 

Youth believes eternity

                Their time on earth will be

Give not thought or study to

                Their own mortality

 

A young girl overnight becomes

                A parent and a mother

Contemplates her growing child

                “Eternity” does smother

 

Time becomes the enemy

                Ego fades away

The truths of life are evident

                Philosophy holds sway

 

Life begun, has a way

                The end, to bring us closer

Changes our perspective, is

                The brutal question poser

 

Children grow and then they go

                Leave parents to their time

Who born again are youths anew

                Enjoying life sublime

 

Jaded eyes deny the truth

Their mirror does it too

But limits will destroy the myth

As they count their years too few

 

Each of us in our own time

                Comes to terms with this

And understands come what may

                We go, though not our wish

 

Time is not refillable

                We cannot use it twice

Every moment counts supreme,

What’s given, must suffice

 

COOL (A woman Shopping)

 

Back’s too tight, skimpy sleeves

Who can wear clothes like these?

Looked divine on the mannequin

But I am more than bones and skin

 

I am real, imperfect me

Built for life, quite sturdily

My beauty hewn so naturally

Is not enhanced by what I see

 

What ever can I find to do?

That will improve my mirror’s view

Nothing, I will soon conclude

Just inner beauty to exude

 

Why follow someone else’s rule

That makes me look so much a fool

I’ll not be to my body cruel

Simply to be thought of cool

 

CYBERMEETING

 

Sometimes at night my friends join me

From near and far away

We laugh and cry, compare our words

Our bond is what we say

 

Called to write, each of us

Our souls, in trust, lay bare

Time and space evaporate

We bond by what we share

 

Some will call us poets

Some will not agree

But once a word has touched us deep

The same we’ll never be

 

Suddenly we’re not alone

Our room is filled and warm

We’re in a crowd accepted

No matter what the form

 

But if perchance we need to be

Alone to think or see

We close the door politely

Take refuge in the keys

 

DREAM FIRST

 

Each of us must find our own way.

Must find the path to the dream, which eventually becomes our reality.

Nothing was ever created by man that didn’t exist first in his mind.

First the dream,… then life.

Our dreams only remain myth, if we don’t believe in them.

 

EXTREME JOURNEY

 

The screen is bright, the image sharp

Pixels are at play

Something darker lurks behind it

Terror of another day

 

Black on white the words appear there

Hold me in their grip

Tales unfold, truth unvarnished

I am transfixed, to where I sit

 

Dragged into the river flowing

I barely stay afloat

To the end I must continue

Expel this lump stuck in my throat

 

I watch as grace you undertake

Returned to better life

Angels, or the hand of God

Something special cured your strife

 

Suddenly I am aware

As my heart does pound

This instrument I sit astride of

Gives much more than light and sound

 

I was transported, was a witness

Watched in awe yourself to find

What once I thought just mere mechanics

Is a doorway to my mind

 

You slipped in, by me unnoticed

Took me for a ride

Before I knew it, I had traveled

To the darker side

 

Now I’m back, my head is spinning

The journey was extreme

To have known you, on the inside

Was to know a time supreme

 

FAIRYTALE

 

I climbed aboard the train of life

Or rather I should say

I left the terminal of birth

A place I couldn’t stay

 

I rode the rails throughout my youth

Ate the fruits carefree

Took a journey advertised

As wonderful for me

 

But when the station did arrive

My turn to disembark

All was not as I had dreamed

Uninviting, bleak and stark

 

No fruit was here for me to eat

No roof awaited me

No light to pierce the constant fog

No leaving trains to see

 

My home, a place that I had picked

Did not comfort me

The freedom I had fought to gain

A prison came to be

 

The train I rode to this far place

My path through storm and gale

Was, as I had failed to see

A road called fairytale

 

FIELD OF LINEN

 

Some where across the field of linen

                Asleep in calm repose

My love has traveled far from me

                Though flesh to me is close

 

I am the soldier chosen to

                Defend her life in sleep

Keep safe the place of her return

                Lest the future see me weep

 

FISHERMAN, FISHERMAN

 

Fisherman, fisherman, on the shore

Quietly holding pole and more

Do you care if fish you catch?

Or will you leave it with dispatch

 

Fisherman, fisherman, while you wait

Some poor fish will take your bait

Torn from water with a jerk

He’ll succumb to your smart work

 

Fisherman, fisherman with your prize

Will your story build its size?

Will you put it back again

And claim he bested three strong men?

 

Or will you try to tell the truth?

Avoid the tales heard in your youth

You merely fish to be alone

Enjoy yourself, your friendship hone

 

FOR A MOMENT

 

To know what is unknowable

To feel what another feels

To be not me, and me

See what it reveals

 

To reach beyond my reach

Extend into another

Feel without a touch

Be born of different mother

 

Escape for just a moment

The cave that is my knowing

Enter to another’s

Feel the thrill of souls bestowing

 

Be more than is inside of me

Of which I am but half

Freedom for a moment

Mine forever, I can laugh

 

FOREVER

 

I send a poem out in space

Leaves my world without a trace

Around the globe it makes its race

Puts on its bravest hopeful face

 

Like the nights true shooting star

It can be seen from quite afar

Brilliantly it seeks to spar

With any mind, it’s bent, bizarre

 

Burning brightly for a while

Hoping for new friends, a smile

Perhaps someone with similar style

Or just insomniac, with guile

 

But unlike the meteorite

Which ultimately will lose it’s light

The words I send into the night

Remain forever, retain their might

 

FORGET IT

 

I promised a poem, woe is me

I’ve not a single word

Ideas, oh gosh, I haven’t any

This all is too absurd

 

Just a little one, I ask

Nothing very bright

One crummy tiny rhyme to fit

So I can sleep tonight

 

Have pity on my poet’s soul

Hear my prayer today

On second thought forget I asked

My mind has gone away.

 

FREEDOM

 

Beyond your face that beckoned me

And undreamt pleasures yet to be

A mind determined to decree

By love eternal, set me free

 

Our silken cord of love that binds

Is strong but yet unseen

Wander anywhere I might

I’m returned from where I’ve been

 

To know the truth, that freedom lies

Within the bounds I set

All that I may ever find

Is in the me I’ve met

 

Freedom is the knowing though

Life may me accost

To break the bonds of love that tie

Is truly to be lost

 

FROM THE LIGHT

 

Looking back from in the light

To darkness fought in past with fright

I cannot see the demons there

But know for sure they’re in their lair

 

Tortured journey brought me here

Out of the pit of deep despair

Freedom won, long years achieved

But I am not the least deceived

 

Light is now my trusted friend

Will not to darkness my mind send

But if per chance when on my way

I stray too close to even gray

 

The fears that ruled my life return

And call up demons I thought I’d burned

Into that hell I will not go

So please don’t turn the light down low

 

HEIR OF CHOICE

 

Life has changed, passed you bye

Robbed the future from your eye

Made the bed on which you lie

Obscured your dreams, though hard you tried

 

Or was it you, that changed, not life?

Holding fast to pain and strife

Living for a wish, enticed

By “could have beens”, if life were nice

 

Life’s a flower, mostly wild

A seed emerging as a child

Could become a past reviled

Or time of wonder, angst exiled

 

Which, shall be the heir of choice

Despair for long, or joy rejoiced?

Victim of a sadness foist

Or winner of the pleasure voiced

 

Fret not for the path destroyed

Or entreaties, not employed

Life’s too short to be annoyed

Or brought down low by goals decoyed

 

Lift your eyes to what might be

If only you yourself could see

And know the value given thee

Is in the setting others free

 

Love that is a prisoner held,

Can never bond two souls, and weld

A fabric strong enough to quell

The fear that love will soon be felled

 

Immerse yourself in who you are

And not in wishes on a star

Then, will love from near or far

Approach your door, no longer barred

 

I MAY NOT BE

 

It occurred to me today

I may not be, that is to say

I think, but what I feel

May be just digitally real

 

A user friendly face, put on

A hologram, a con

Perhaps a software redirect

Just bits and bytes, all neat, correct

 

An idea hung in space

A past programmed and then erased

How do I tell if what I see

Is simply input key by key

 

Is this fear just mind unbent?

Or am I simply signal sent

Do I exist beyond the power?

Is the scent more bytes, not flower?

 

Do I really want to know?

On myself the truth bestow

Does it matter any more?

What the future has in store

 

Was I born in cyberspace?

Or in His holy stately grace

Is the end electrons gate?

Or a saint’s noviciate

 

Consciousness is mine

Whether born or by design

Besides, who is to say?

I am not the Lords display

 

Written in the code

The master did create

The nature of us all…

Programmers imitate

 

 

LATE FOR LOVE

 

It didn’t seem so long a time

Since last I saw your face

But when finally I did arrived

I was not in your grace

 

Lost in sleep, your back displayed

The covers, invitingly draped low

The sense of it pervading me

The gifts now not bestowed

 

A hunger for a dream I didn’t

The warmth I did not know

A distance grown insuperable

In the time I did not go

 

Next time I know that I must be

Quicker to respond

Or more than love I’ll miss again

And stretch a fragile bond

 

Too fine to ever measure or

See with naked eye

Too strong to underestimate

Though surely many try

 

Too fragile to withstand the strain

Of doubt or errant thought

But strong enough to change your world

If in its spell you’re caught

 

LOSS

 

Sitting beside the now still waters of my mind

Where once a river of fear and anxiety ran

I am struck with the knowing

That this reality is far worse than the fear that began

When the angel of death lent you his hand

 

To see your loss, try to prepare

To be absorbed, wholly ensnared

To know your time allotted firm

And yet not plan, beyond your term

 

Thought I had it down and right

Even learned to sleep at night

Focused all my thoughts on you

Obscured my future from my view

 

Your comfort was my only goal

Secure salvation for your soul

Keep it light, guard my tone

But now, Oh God! I am alone

 

Where are you now to comfort me

As I am trapped and you are free

I’d give my future if I could see

Your face again, not memory be

 

Your time was done and you have gone

The day foreseen and passed,

And now I am but half I was

And fear your love, my last

 

LOST

 

Empty, but wanting

Willing, but unneeded

Loving, not connected

Lost, but still looking

 

Remembering, unfulfilled

Dreaming, only nightmares

Wishing, for a new past

Filled with, if onlys

 

Drinking self pity

Drowning the truth

Fearing the future

Denying the root

 

Anger, your partner

Hunger, your child

Blame, your narcotic

Yourself, you’ve exiled

 

 

Tomorrow is yours

Prisoner of self,

Destiny calls you

Climb down from the shelf

 

Open your eyes, the future behold

Let someone in, forge a new role

Return to the living, forget fears untold

Trust in yourself, dare to unfold

 

MEMORIES

 

The call, it did come, one gray winter’s morn

Cold and dreary, just after dawn,

A turn for the worse, the nurse had informed

Come now she had said, in a voice quite forlorn

 

Slowly I rose and started to dress

Carefully shaving, though filled with distress

Time moved quite slowly, I must confess

But panic seemed easy for me to arrest

 

Hurry, quickly, my love had implored

Time to waste we just can’t afford

Holding to routine, I underscored

The internal signs I hadn’t ignored

 

Forty minutes to get to his bed

Then finding it empty and filling with dread

I feared not of finding him lifeless and dead

But living without him, in the long years ahead

 

His time filled with illness had made me prepared

This day would be coming for the man that I cared

But oh how the pain, unexpected had seared

The son that he raised was a child again scared

 

He knew he was limited, his heart wouldn’t hold

We knew he had faced it, he’d never be old

I thought I was ready, the truth to be told

A myth that exploded as I missed him to hold

 

He died all alone in the hospital dark

He should have been sleeping but the angels did hark

Slipped from our grasp with no one to see

Moved on to his freedom, left memories for me

 

MORNING

 

Sometimes, when dawn has sleep erased

And darkness is by light replaced

Kisses on my back are placed

And I, with wondrous love, am graced

 

Waking from a time of dreams

Wrapped in angel’s wings, it seems

I’m carried to another place

Of senses grand and interlaced

 

Warm and intimate the tools

That bend my mind to newfound rules

And make of morning brilliant jewel

Shape my world, take me to school

 

I am compliant, newborn there

Knowing life in form most rare

Euphoric from the things I’ve shared

Gifts received from one who cares

 

I’ve seen with eyes still tightly closed

Felt my heart expand, exposed

Opened to receive, engrossed

Found my heaven, in love I chose

 

MOST THE TIME

 

Most the time I write for me

Each word a step inside to see

Who whispers things so quietly?

Into my mind with urgency

 

Knowing not the origin

Of thoughts that I did not begin

I listen hard, bid them come in

Help me my role as poet win

 

I’m not a craftsman, you can tell

I cannot build a poem well

But I can send one that has jelled

From things beyond my ken, upswelled

 

All in all I’m satisfied

In words and rhyme I’m not tongue-tied

I do my work with modest pride

And pass along what’s found inside

 

MS PRAYER

 

A walk in the park to feel the breeze

Smell the grass or see the leaves

A jog around the track for fun

A game of football, laughingly won

 

A ladder to the diving board

Cross a stream on rocks, to ford

Attend a movie and not be seen

Be anonymous, not eyed so mean

 

To be just normal, another face

Move not awkward, but with some grace

Un assisted in life to go

These things I dream, one day to know

 

I ask not much, perhaps a cure

To make my steps, a bit more sure

Not wealth or fame to me inure

Just simply be this way,… no more

 

NIGHT

 

Stillness dark, presence felt

Blackness is not empty

Quiet has its own sure voice

I Guard my soul, as sentry

 

NORMAL

 

As I wander through life,

I see much to humble me.

Much to make me feel inadequate.

A blind television repairman playing piano in a bar.

A bowler with MS who scores better than I, with all my studied form.

A blind opera singer whose emotional voice is pure gold.

An Olympic runner, racing to a line she can’t see, but knowing it is there.

An astrophysicist whose mind solve riddles I cannot even comprehend,

From a crippled deformed unusable body.

These hampered souls use more of what they have then I.

Make better use of what god gave them then I.

Reaching not to be normal, but to be more than the mold they were made in.

Relatively, to the stars.

It makes “normal” something to be ashamed of.

 

ON A LETTER TO THE EDITOR

 

I have spoken out today

Sent a letter on its way

Opined the truths I see hold sway

A man, his true beliefs betray

 

Politics makes strange demands

Difficult to understand

Harder still forget, remand

That hypocrites will rule the land

 

Good men are often torn apart

By those who use ambition’s art

Used, abused, they’ll only start

Consumed at end by their small part

 

They’ll never be the thing they dreamed

Too late they’ll find, role not what seemed

As with the devil they are teamed

And smiles once worn no longer beamed

 

I’d like to say I did my part

By sending words from in my heart

Grant insight, my view impart

Hope a new beginning start

 

Likely not, it is my view

Politicians won’t take my cue

To power only, they are true

And trusting them we’ll come to rue

 

But quiet, I cannot remain

Indignant, I will not refrain

From speaking out to break the chain

Of idol worship without gain

 

If my words have no effect

As I surely could expect

My vote still helps me to elect

Someone ambition, hasn’t wrecked

 

OOPS

 

Yesterday came and went

Without a single word

Creativity, abandoned me

Like a winged bird

 

The poem that I promised you

Didn’t come of age

And I am left unfilled again

Mastered by the page

 

ORPHAN

 

There was the time my father left

His heart no longer strong

I sorely grieved his passing

But healed and moved along

 

But when my mother’s time had come

And she had ceased to be

The adult that I had thought I was

Became a child in me

 

Suddenly alone, I thought

I’m orphaned, if you will

A term reserved for children

But I felt it deeply, still

 

I want my parents here to help

I’m not ready to be me

Want someone else to set the rules

Not sure I like it free

 

OUT OF NOTHING

 

In the great abyss within

It’s easy to get lost

Endless paths to choose or not

Stroll, or be storm tossed

 

Every path connects at end

Or middle, if you like

There is no finite journey here

No direction you can strike

 

There always is another place

Beyond what you can see

There never is what you expect

You find what cannot be

 

It is a place of history

Or not, as is your thought

But round and round your path might be

When truth is what you’ve sought

 

The rules are not inviolate

In fact they aren’t there

It is a world you make yourself

Whatever you might dare

 

It is the place you meet your soul

Come under great attack

But running doesn’t help at all

As your sight fades out to black

 

You cannot chase the one you were

Too tired you will become

Learn to set a table place

It will increase your sum

 

All you are, is hiding there

Each face disguised but true

And every thought you ever had

If coaxed, returns to view

 

It is the home of all you were

And all you’ll ever be

If you can find your future there

It will arrive, you’ll see.

 

OUT OF PRINT

 

The World we know has come to be

Frenetic, sans tranquility

Newspapers are for wrapping trash

And bits and bytes are now our cash

 

Books reside on disks made round

Come complete with sights and sound

And television brings the news

Unless you use your PC’s views

 

Neatly packaged for our use

Pre-digested, unconfused

All so easy, minds unused

To this we all are now reduced

 

Imagination not required

Pre-assemble or visual guide

Instructions given four tongues wide

No one reads them, tossed aside

 

Challenge is forgotten word

Mental puzzle?, how absurd

Let another do it first

Murder intellectual thirst

 

In this time of modern science

Computers force on us compliance

To systems for the greater good

With consequences not understood

 

I think that I should use my mind

And not some silicon gate refined

Do my thinking, reason well

Create beyond what chips can tell

 

The world’s most beautiful logic tree

Born to each, yes, you and me

Is here to use magnificently

As wondrous as a leafy tree

 

Keep in shape your thinking tool

Let no machine make you a fool

While on this earth you do your stint

Let not us humans, be out of print

 

POET

 

If you could get inside of me

Would you believe the things you’d see?

Fear in place of confidence

And chaos reigning, instead of sense

 

Poetry that just appears

And soon begets those unearned cheers

Thoughts that build themselves for me

As much my doing, as nature’s tree

 

The likely scene, that you would find

Half chewed phrases, like orange rind

Piles of endings, unfit rhymes

Beginnings and middles like silent mimes

 

Fragments of the yet to be

Trashed attempts, now history

Ego bleeding on the floor

And still the struggle to finish more

 

Reason is no longer here

The pen becomes impaling spear

Killing me each time I try

And end up with my words awry

 

Insanity the verdict clear

As I grow worse from year to year

And yet though I am thought a fool

Write another is my rule

 

Beyond this endless field of plays

On words un-groomed and quatrains splayed

There lives a cruel taskmaster true

Who rules my life, view by view

 

Always the thought, the next will be

The piece revered eternally

For giving sight none else could see

And peace to me, my mind set free

 

But as I’ve found when even close

No sooner done, the bliss erodes

I cannot stand the mess I’ve made

And give myself a failing grade

 

Trapped I am in endless task

Answering questions I wasn’t asked

Saying things I cannot grasp

Fraying nerves, my words a rasp

 

Where will it end? I cannot see

But surely I will not be free

Of this curse bestowed on me

A lonely voice, eternally

 

SEARCH

 

How does one search, within themselves

Plumb the depths of I

Open doors that don’t exist

Find truths, behind them lie

 

Light a candle, hold it high

Learn from things unseen

Wander down the corridors

Of places my minds been

 

A world created in a space

Too small to contemplate

But once inside the view is vast

Of nothing known, equate

 

A portal into somewhere

An address that’s yet to be

Old and new create the view

A symbiotic sea

 

Thoughts congeal, memories heal

Wounds long raw now close

Answers come, in pictures some

And bring sweet sleep’s repose

 

SEEING YOU

 

What is that tremble in my soul?

An urge so deep, beyond control

Blowing towards a rocky shoal

A journey to an unknown goal

 

Somewhere inside I am aware

A thing awakens truly rare

That will, my calmness, surely tear

Rip from my face the mask I wear

 

Just a glimpse, I catch of me

The person I’m about to be

Triggered by the you I see

As my body masters me

 

SHADOWS

 

Summer shadows new and rare

Fracture views, dissolve in glare

Remake the landscape rocks and trees

In brilliant strokes, create a frieze

 

That stab my eyes with color not

Light that isn’t, vacant spot

The dark that forms the edge of is

Beauty borne of nature, His

 

Creates a world by things removed

While jagged forms intrude unsmoothed

And paint a scene no mortal could

Instant beauty, understood

 

SOLO

 

Lord of sun and clouds and rain

Wonders, joy and sometimes, pain

Grant me leave that I might see

Good fortune find my progeny

 

Long have I the struggle fought

Provide for them, wisdom sought

Prayed their lives not misery fraught

Hoped my efforts not, for naught

 

Unlike our brothers in the forest

We are forever bonded

Children and their parents

Who each through time responded

 

To ties that last a lifetime

A language yet unlearned

Some are loving memories

Or scars into us burned

 

Whatever holds us in its grip

Let of love, my children sip

Let your grace upon them shine

As I give the world, what once was mine

 

SOMETIMES LOVE IS NOT ENOUGH

 

There was a time I loved him

A time all sweet and bright

And then the war, the killing

Wiped clean his faith in right

 

Terror was his life,

Fear his constant friend

If it moved, the enemy

Life and death did blend

 

Flashes in the night

Screams from pieces left

Too much for any one to bear

He was, of soul, bereft

 

And then was home, a shadow man

Nightmares in place of dreams

His stars, the glint of alcohol

Beyond the bottle’s seams

 

Trapped between two worlds he chose

To deaden all his pain

Drug the demon memory

Lest his mind drive him insane

 

And I a part of neither world

Nor ever could I be

Chose, in love, to let him go

For his peace, I set him free

 

STONE WALLS

 

Some places barely visible

Some places regal set

Sometimes a thing of beauty

Sometimes where boundaries met

 

Sometimes made articulate

Sometimes a simple pile

Sometimes an endless vista

Mile after rolling mile

 

But written in the placement there

The tale of lives long gone

The elegance of history

In simple stone is drawn

 

SUPPOSE

 

Suppose the space between us is

Merely just a concept

Suppose we’re just assemblages of

The same primordial soup kept

 

Suppose for just a moment that

There isn’t any I

Or you or they or anyone

Just combinations tried

 

That means that I (forgive the term)

Could be you, in truth

And all the world could fit inside

My eyelash or my tooth

 

I know this seems so twisted

Twisted hah! absurd!

But listen for a little while

You might believe my word

 

You press the key that makes the letters

You form them into words

And in the time too small to know

Around the world it girds

 

You are there, they are here

Together, yet apart

How can you be two places, hmmm?

Tell me if you’re smart

 

You read the words that come to you

Cold science doing work

Then tell me friend about the feelings

That in your heart do lurk

 

How can that be? the screen is cold

Not human, you’d agree

Then where are all the feelings from?

Don’t tell me they can’t be

 

Or is it you and I not real?

Atomic force at play

Perhaps one day we’ll step right through

To cyberspace and stay.

 

TALKED TO DEATH

                (The Kursk Disaster)

 

Leaders talk, while sailors cry

Politics prevents the try

Help does come, bye and bye

Apologies, but they all die

 

Death came slowly in the tomb

Under water, barely room

Hope destroyed as time did run

Never more to see the sun

 

Human, they have ceased to be

Spirits gone, allowed to flee

Slipped their coffin in the sea

And no one heard their anguished plea

 

So many left bereaved, alone

For this crime who will atone?

Help did come beyond the sea

Now they’re home, sleep peacefully

 

THE FUTURE

 

Beyond the babble and the noise

Designer clothes and plastic toys

There should be values.. not market ploys

A better future for girls and boys

 

We should teach, not abrogate

Spend the time to inculcate

The values good, we love to hate

Or we shall face a bankrupt fate

 

When we are old and wanting peace

Have left the reins to son or niece

When our control is gone and ceased

But our time is not released

 

Will we then begin to know?

What we reaped we’ll have to sow

And as with age we all do go

Will our time with sorrow grow?

 

Will our memories, give us mercy?

Wipe from thought all our regrets

Will we then, in wisdom know?

What we’d rather to forget

 

Will our end foretell a future?

That is better than the past

Or a future that is harder

Child of role not proper cast

 

I would hope we’ll see the truth

Come full circle in the past

Because what ever we do now

Is what will,… in future last

 

THE KEY

 

Tortured feelings in the night

Afraid the world to tell my fright

Won’t someone please let in the light

As I contemplate my plight

 

All the good that I have done

All the merits earned and won

Somehow are empty, sans the sun

Grayed the life, so far, I’ve run

 

Lonely is a silent place

A prison made of time and space

Undefined but lacking grace

Whose bars and walls show not a trace

 

Locked within I’ve built the walls

Of deeds and help and heeding calls

Rushing here and there for some

But not for me, with feelings numbed

 

As much my need, I hesitate

To venture out, no longer wait

Fear my ego will deflate

Or as in past, to not relate

 

The core of me needs to be shared

To find someone whose soul is bared

Te be for me both care and cared

And not another web ensnared

 

To be a partner, is my I task

Allow someone behind my mask

Bestow my beauty, in love’s light bask

Is that too much for me to ask?

 

I never asked a martyr be

Or exile from society

But I’m the jailer, I can see

From inside out will come the key

 

THE RHYTHM OF MY TIME

 

Poetry, that irascible, unfathomable taskmaster tortures me

Throws back my discordant words in disgust

Each attempt thwarted by questions of

Why? What do I mean?

And where is the music?

Frustration eats at me like some voracious beast

Threatening to devour my thoughts

Before they are even born

And the tools in my hands, seem woefully inadequate

As I hone my skill with words, like some mask

To be used on a mannequin

Where is this leading? I ask of no one,

As empty of word and thought

I clean the slate of my mind, in surrender

Discovery comes as lightening

Destroying much of what lived before

Defining the music

Defining the meter of my age

And truth, cuts deep in my work

Until there is only the bleeding, pulsing, twitching rhythm of my time.

 

THE PAINTED ROOM

 

A voice has traveled far from where

It started as a whimper

Timeless in its agony

A product of its fears

 

Echoes through the canyons dark

A shadow of a scream

Searches for a place to hide

But knows it cannot dream

 

A nightmare life a twisted birth

Peace not coming soon

A stranger to itself, it hides,

Within a painted room

 

Meets itself on level ground             

Likes not what it sees

The journey is not over yet               

And so in haste it flees

 

Nowhere and everywhere

The soul in torment cries

Struggles to forgive itself

To open fearful eyes

 

And hides within the painted room

A prison of its making

Halfway home to dignity

Almost, but not partaking

 

THE VISIT

 

Nymphs and sprites, frogs and birds

Children in the stream

Rockets flying, baseballs whizzing

Pancakes steak ice cream

 

Mini golf, pizza, soccer

Babies cats and fruit

Quite a crowd, lots of toys

Adopt a berry root

 

Up and down, hills and rocks

Always on the hoof

Missiles flying everywhere

And daddy’s on the roof

 

Time is rushing time is gone

Stuff the van and go

All we did is eat and play

And love grandchildren so

 

THIS MORNING

 

I drive to work not remembering the trip…

Thinking of this morning

In between everything…

I remember this morning

Lunch is a blurr, I dream through the day,

Evening approaches and I am still…

Thinking of this morning

A day like no other…

Your gift of this morning

 

TIME

 

Sunday evening here again

Another weekend through

Monday just around the corner

Whatever did I do?

 

Time I couldn’t wait to see

Vanished without use

No matter how I plan and scheme

With time there’s never truce

 

TO MY EDITOR

 

My children in your hands I thrust

To care and wean for me

The words are living breathing things

Their lives depend on thee

 

Each cut, each change each paraphrase

Each movement so discrete

Kills a tiny piece of me

The price success must meet

 

WHAT WE DREAM TO BE

 

We cannot hide from the mirror of our mind

Can’t color the black and white of truth, to our liking

Can’t wear a mask for ourselves to see

Or cloak the frayed edges of our honor with new cloth

 

We cannot escape from the terror of dreams when sleep unlocks the closet

Whose door is that mirror of our darkest secrets,

Hidden only by our refusal to see them

But we can fill that darkness with the light of acceptance

Of who we are

Fill the corners of our fear with the light of understanding

 

What we have been is not prologue to what we will be

But the tempering, for what we dream to be

 

WHERE ARE THE MEDALS?

                (Single Mothers) 

 

Frantic, hurried, never enough time

When will it end? When is it mine?

Life is a dash, an instant cut fine

When will I taste it, know its sweet wine?

 

Why must I carry this load all alone?

What crime did I render? deserve this great stone?

Why must I vanquish my self, to atone?

Why must I reap what another has sown?

 

Why was I not, given a choice?

Why have so little, pause to rejoice?

Why is the villain, the role on me foist?

Why are my eyes, so frequently moist?

 

Why is it my job to be constantly strong?

Why isn’t help, coming along?

Why must I watch as others find love?

Why can’t I find a sign from above?

 

Why, when I look down the road that I see

Do I glimpse only children clutching at me?

Why has my life ceased to be free?

What is my future, ultimately?

 

Where are the medals for being so good?

For being protector as best as I could

Where are the thankyou’s for bringing the food?

For lending an ear, and their fears understood?

 

Where is the cup for being a star?

The plaque for surviving and getting this far?

Where is the patch that defines who we are?

Part of an army that’s grown wide and far?

 

Who will we be when the job is all done?

When dragons are slain and our freedom is won

Would we do it all different, if time were undone?

Not on the lives of our daughters and sons.

 

WHO SPEAKS FOR YOU?

 

Unheard voices whisper softly

Secrets kept, beg for my ear

From out of my depth a poem comes

Quiets the unspoken fears

 

From where comes the vision, well beyond sight?

Who gives me the words I’ll yet understand?

How do I know the things that I write?

Why do I follow another’s command?

 

Is this what I’m here for, my job to be done?

What is the goal, yet to be won?

How will I know when my race has been run?

Will the result, be my time in the sun?

 

Am I the craftsman or simply the tool?

A poet, a prophet or maybe a fool

What is the reason that I’ve come to be?

Perhaps be your voice… expressed finally.

 

WHY? GRANDPA

                (A Cochiti question)

 

Why?… seems a simple question

But death the answer writes

Forgive? Perhaps I will in time

Forget? My memory fights

 

Grandchild of mine, your innocence

Disturbs my sleeping pain

The uncle you will never know

Destroyed by wars cruel reign

 

Cultures clashed, Lives were lost

Anguish beyond compare

But in the midst of hatred, grew

An opportunity rare

 

The miracle of love began

With two who did not hate

And you, my child, are here to test

The strength of an old man’s faith

 

Ask not questions I can’t answer

Torment me not with love

You are the truth I cannot face

The olive branch, the dove

 

And yet you are our future

Through you we can expand

And leave the world our legacy

Our folklore, rich and grand

 

WRITING POETRY

 

Writing poetry is like one of those vacations where

It takes so long to get in the mood that by the time you do

It’s time to go home.

It’s like spending three hours preparing all the fixings

For a thanksgiving meal only to find

The oven isn’t on

It’s laying out, all over the living room floor,

Two hundred parts for the “do it yourself” Entertainment center

To find there are nine, 4 inch long, 8 by 32 fasteners missing

And it’s 11:45 at night.

It’s being sixteen, having your first heavy date

On Sunday

And the drugstores are closed

It’s sitting in the car, your first license neatly tucked in your wallet

And nowhere to go

It’s packing up and locking the car with everything for the trip

To find the keys are inside

It’s finding you need a word to rhyme with Zorba

At the end of your 227 line poem

It’s 50 rotten ripped crumpled half finished attempts

To describe watching your child sleep

It’s staring out the window at the rain,

Marvelous lines in your head

And falling asleep

It’s staring out the window in the morning

With no lines in your head

Trying to remember

It’s having no lines, or rhymes or anything else in your head

That makes sense

It’s the pen poised to write

Waiting…………..

It’s…dam, it is what it is

And we love the torture

 

YOU

 

Like a ray of sunshine leaking

Out of dark and brooding clouds

Or their silver lining girding

Backlit darkness as they shroud

 

Like the sky that’s clearing after

Rain and storm have gone away

Brilliant contrasts bringing promise

That the darkness will not stay

 

Like the dawn that pushes night

Ever softly to the day

Like the daylight through my window

Keeping shadows all at bay

 

Like the raindrops falling gently

On the thirsty flowers found

Like a weary traveler finding

That his eyes behold home ground

 

You have brought into my world

The air I need to breathe

You have cleared out all the demons

That my fears in past conceived

 

You have filled my cup of longing

With the joy of being free

You have given me the sight

That belief will let me see

 

You have given me the hand

That is always in my grasp

Provided endless tether

Kept close enough to clasp

 

You have banished all the darkness

Filled the world with light and sun

You have given me the gifts

By my self I hadn’t won

 

You have made of me a giant

By making me just half

You have made of me a partner

Not the joke, but lasting laugh

 

You have built of life a fortress

And installed us both inside

You have wrapped me in your love

You have made me more alive

 

You have made the future brighter

Then I ever thought would be

You have given me the gift

Of your love eternally

 

You have taken from my view

Any inkling of an end

As this day begets another

With your hand in mine as friend

 

You have made the journey joyful

You have brought me peace and calm

I will always walk in sunlight

If you’ll always take my arm