The world must have the right to vote
A reader's exclamation taught me this with his note
So vote as default I will now allow
Or change back to correct the error of my ways.... more »
Little color bits fuel
A hunger never filled
Something precious dies.... more »
Dear Poet Laureate when you quietly state:
'Poetry's purpose is to reach other people and to touch their hearts.'
You give good market guidance but
Rilke has also told us that we 'must go into the...... more »
My daughter's taught me
A lot about humanity,
This mortal coil that holds us all,
Her small hand that touches mine... more »
I encourage all I meet
who tell me of their poems
that if they want to publish
in that terrible ring called poetry... more »
It is nice to watch them
Much as one might observe
Deer feeding undisturbed.
Just the every day significance of little things... more »
Reading the poet Sandra Fowler
The phone is quiet
Daughter and wife sleep
Clack of the keyboard... more »
Friendships costs are many but the greatest pain is
discovery of friend as counterfeit: lover, wife, acquaintance,
class mate, colleague - it matters not
made of convenience, self, organizational ...... more »
The tides that ebb and flow
And marbled lights on broken roads
The warmth of poetry within... more »
If 1912 is the date he burned his boats
Then three poem dates I find of interest
1915 - The Road Not Taken
1920 - Fire and Ice... more »
In Texas God once turned a street to gold
and as an after thought - stretched soft textured air across a continent -
so subtle was the miracle that no one noticed.... more »
My red neck friends disdain her
Or hold her in open contempt
But she has given us a truth in a land of cities
It takes a village to raise a child.... more »
Keep it simple
So the past can find you
The love you lacked the courage to love
The one who was kind... more »
1. He wants death.
2. He wants death.
3. He wants death.
4. He wants death.... more »
Small your light
It takes the glow of many
To mark the night.
What wisdom do you know,
What can you speak,
Of regions far beyond your realm?
Firefly help me listen
For your whisper in the night.
This 4th the French may not be popular
This nation that helped to sanctify the 4th
Yet our crowd feels their influence
In sound and sight spectacular
Where even sea creatures do the bidding to delight.
If those rough hewn men could see their seed
With two centuries plus of growth
They too would respond with even greater shock and awe