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I have written my whole life. Stories, essays, songs and more recently poems. I wrote a few story poems for my kids and they loved them. I started writing more regularly so I started a blog where I could share with more people. It served its purpose well but I wanted to make something easier to find and more personalized. So here we are.

Most of the material will be new, but I am going to post some oldies just to give you an idea of what my writing is like. There will also be photos that I take, mostly of nature stuff. There is a link to listen to my music if you’re interested. All my new works will be posted here. I hope you can find something you enjoy on this site, feel free to comment or share with friends. Thanks for visiting and come back again soon!

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Sentimental Sunday: Dad

My very first hero is lost to me
My protector, debater, and friend
My guide on how good music could be
With a vast choice of genres to blend

A professor of punctuality
That being on time showed you care
A pinnacle of functionality
When you wore uniforms and short hair

I’ll remember you so well respected
And loved but the many who knew you
So many good times we collected
I’m not ready for them to be through

The Four Teachers

I was cruelly stung by a bitter wind

When my gloves were lost and my cover thin

I was soaked like soil that had turned to mud

By a whipping rain verging on a flood

 

I was coated thick by an earthen clay

On a walk meant to improve my day

I was singed and scorched by a licking flame

And a shifting log was the one to blame

 

Yet a blowing wind once did clear my mind

With its warm caress I was left sublime

And the succulence of a warm spring shower

Washed my sins from me and restored my power

 

Then a rich dark soil on my digging hands

Reconnected me made me understand

And a glowing fire gently lit my way

Still allowing stars to proclaim their say

 

Elements can teach what we need to learn

About giving in to get what is earned

About being sure we are victims still

If we pass the blame and forget our will

 

That the strongest souls can weaken yet

And each moment lived stays a moment met

Every element can a mercy give

To remind us what it means to live

Endless Victory

The arched neck and veined throat

Burst with his cry

Before he could let it

 

The face thrown into rapture

The energy

Of tightened muscles and movement

 

A love made

 

In gasps and comingled sweat

A euphoric rhythm

An ancient song unlocked

To pour from within us

Each with our own tone

To blend into one ethereal note

 

One skin

One heartbeat

Endless victory

The Hoards of Us

Such a compelling derangement of ourselves

Can live in the minds of others

 

One who seems nameless

Sanctified within the cleansing of recollection

Or sometimes, the darkest ash

 

One to conquer

One to suffer

 

The heavy hand

that hammers the brow

Or the face rendered unrecognizable

By the trauma it wears

 

Much like a shriek being of elation

Or pain

And hard to differentiate

 

Yet we can be both of these

None of these

Or lost entirely in countless minds

Becoming a mere extra

In the dreams of strangers

Unforgotten yet unrecognizable

Weight

One scale to balance all

The good against the bad

When our laughter was contagious

When we knew not what we had

 

Then we sank into a darkness

Swallowed up within our strife

When our muscles lost the memories

Of the exercise of life

 

But the veil again was lifted

By a sneaking sort of joy

Once again we smiled at rainbows

And our grumbles became coy

 

Then time again has ambled

And again the clouds turn dark

But instead you fight decension

You reject somber and stark

 

As your life swirls on around you

And the years are swift and mounting

You cling tighter to the good times

For the bad are not worth counting

 

The moments that we dwell upon

For many, far too late

While the bad can pile around us

It’s the good that holds the weight

Lost Puppy

With the slightest of smiles you’re defenseless

Disarmed by the blushing flirtation

You wonder where from they’ve arrived

To fill your heart with such elation

Steel yourself now if you can

For the edge is approaching quite fast

If you let yourself sail just beyond it

The hold of it’s destined to last

It’s the feeling of tumbling onto the grass

After spinning about in the clover

Of laughing and dancing so freely

You don’t hear the song is now over

Mesh

When the aching gets to be too much

When you’re folded, frayed and fraught

You sift through the streams of passion

For that spark that never caught

You carefully devise a plan

To see that it ignites

But once the flicker fizzles out

You are plunged back into night

Blind again to all that sits

Well within your reach

You see it as a tragedy

And lose what it could teach

You’re better than a waiting game

You’re worth more than a tumble

You carefully reset your traps

And straight into them stumble

Living in Secret

We walk each living day

With self imposed occlusions

To conceal the parts of us

Wearing scars from life’s contusions

Battered on the inside

Smiling on the out

We long to be ourselves

But to our secrets we’re devout

 

Kismet

All that I was missing

Was color light and heat

The distance that was growing

Filled with anger and defeat

 

A vivid devastation

Of the being that was us

Alas I was too far removed

To fight or even fuss

 

We both had felt the grit of it

Pass between our fingers

A granule or two to leave

An itch that seemed to linger

 

When all the words were spoken

Once and twice and yet again

With inflections first of kindness

Then a weapon to defend

 

No matter how we clung to it

Kismet still would take us

We swore to never say goodbye

But life was bound to make us

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