The placid calm
of an abandoned hillside
now made resident
by my soft side
I have taken up these rolling hills as my cape
I drape it over my shoulders
to warm my spirit
against a cold dark world
that has sent me into the wilderness
to remember my origin story
to bathe in the forest air…
to watch the golden light set
fire to the pond which sears the
sun into my eyes emblazoning
the path to eternity
into my soul and kisses
me with hope that the darkness
can be killed by the light and
make the dark whole and holy
instead of dangerous and vicious
it’s delicious to consume
the sweet love of my family
as we spend some time in the woods
You Can’t / I Hope
I
You can’t
You can’t
You can’t
Wait.
I’ve started in
The Middle
You’ve
Made
This
Suggestion
To Yourself
And immediately annihilate it with
“You Can’t”
—You Won’t
—They’ll never
— I’ll always
Accept defeat!
You Can’t
Be a poet, solve that problem, ______________
Mind your temper, be a kind person
You Can’t
because you always tell yourself
You Can’t
II
I hope
I hope
I hope
Wish
For the mystery
of maybes
You’ve
Decided
To believe
In something
Greater
So
I
hope
— You Will
— Why Always
— Just believe
And remember
That you are
FREE
To get published, help the disenfranchised, _____________
Share Love and Give Kindness
I Hope
Because, if You Can’t
There’s Always
Hope
A visitor sat in
The Golden Rain Tree
Sitting and awaiting
Still and patiently
Usually, the Finches
And busy bobbing
Their red heads
But today if they
Come to visit
They may end up
Quite dead.
Cold winds they whipped as
Winter wished to return today
And brought her chill that will
Not be allowed to stay
No, Summer’s right behind her
Pushing Spring to keep it short
Hot days will come tomorrow
To give Winter her retort.
But Today Winter wanted
To make known that she’s not through
And today she plans to punish
Flowers who dared bloom too soon.
See
Brushing my teeth
In the back of the Jeep
Watching the birds
Watching you
Watching me
Over My Head
I watched the Big Dipper rise
And Orion set
As the stars
Spun ’round
Above my head
The stones
Tall Figures
Holding council in the dark
While firelight dances
And waves and arcs.
The birdsong is quiet
And held close to the ground
In this otherwise silent
Place with small sounds.
Just the occasional coo
Of a mating white dove;
The cries of the crows
As they pass above.
Everything here is over your head
The Stars
The Birds
The Rocks
Who once said,
“Not even we will stand
For Eternity in this land.”
A wish
I wish I had words
That painted the brush
Strokes of Georgia O’Keffe
Into your mind, so you
Could see these desert colors
Bleed into oily black shadows
Of grooves and crevices
Touched in browns and reds
Yellow grass waving on a
Horizon of gold juxtaposed
By the dim mountains
Rising in the background
What has become of this Plato fellow?
He’s holding prisoners and
Suppressing the language
Holding down our emotions
Supplanting our humanity
With silicon logic
And cold calculations
Let humanity stand up
And ban the synthetics
From Leadership
-ananymous prisoner of Amatheia
I am running out of words to say
For how much I Love You everyday
The words themselves are not enough
Because, “I Love You” is never the stuff
That makes a play or poem come alive
To tell the tale of how a love survives
The roughest seas of a love affair
Shared over time through triumph and despair
No. More must be said about how a life
Becomes another’s like the Husband and Wife
Where all is shared among the mundane and plain
When the boring days all turn into the same
How tragedy and pain effects them both
How together, the pair are more able to cope.
Saying, “I Love You” can never explain
How much you mean to me, so I say it again
I Love You
and again
I Love You
and again
I Love You
and again
I LOVE YOU!
Goodbye Kauai
Goodbye Kauai
Thank you for the good vibes
Don’t know when I’ll get back
Maybe when I lack
The sea air and ocean waves
Cool nights and temperate days
Your green mountains
And supple shores
Your nutritious bounty
And fragrant flowers
We will miss the times we had
Aloha, Mahalo
Our thoughts are glad.