Tuesday, April 09, 2019


Beside the sanguine flicker
Of a filament designed
To look just like a candle
A mourning friend will find

The vessel of somebody
They were fortunate to know
As impotent as anyone
Whose time has come to go

Between the floral tributes
And a hope inducing hymn
We pray to God in heaven
That mercy is His whim.

Saturday, April 06, 2019


I sat there thinking life unfair
As gentle snow fell down
While she was at the precipice of death
Then suddenly I could swear
I saw her in her gown
A spirit who had gasped her final breath

I wondered if she knew the way
Across the yawning chasm
That I imagine separates the planes
She disappeared into the gray
A newly formed phantasm
While I conferred respect to her remains.

Wednesday, April 03, 2019


Roots are fine
For those that grow them and their line
But those who drift
Will never feel that subtle shift
In the earth
From staking out a lasting berth
And so it goes
Everyone dwells on their own woes.

Friday, March 29, 2019


When seeking pleasure
We seldom measure
How much of our soul is lost

If it satisfies
We live with lies
Regardless of the cost

Until we seek
That shining peak
But find a killer frost.

Monday, March 18, 2019


What if we ever actually received
A signal, then sought the senders to find
Their heartless tech was ill conceived
And doomed them, much like humankind;
Would nihilists still be so staunch
To justify another launch?

Friday, March 15, 2019


“There’s a lot going on in the world.”
He quipped as he cattishly curled
Upon the couch and unfurled

A booklet of archaic prose
His weary mind purposely chose
It’s content a pleasant repose

When modern day madmen have mauled
The truth so much progress is stalled
A simpler time is recalled

With hope that we somehow achieve
A future where we learn to weave
Our dreams with facts all can believe.

Sunday, March 03, 2019


The street light has bangs
It’s icy hair hangs
It seems overnight that it grew
The late winter snows
Were melted, refroze
Becoming one cool looking do.

Wednesday, February 27, 2019


I love stargazing on a winter night
When the air is cold and the stars are bright
The cosmic scenery so amazing
On a winter night I love stargazing

Beneath the covers it’s nice and warm
Despite this never ending storm
As turbulent as tragic lovers,
It’s nice and warm beneath the covers.

The gift of sight is our reward
With reverence looking heavenward.
Is our reward the gift of sight?
I love stargazing on a winter night.

Tuesday, February 26, 2019


All your affectation means so little
Yeah, glass is hard as hell, but also brittle
So next time you decide to act this tough
Remember, I can see right through your bluff.

Tuesday, February 19, 2019


How many signs should they erect
How much direction do you expect
Be cognizant of who they are
It’s not who you elect

Remember that the word campaign
Refers to war that’s waged to gain
The upper hand when classes spar
Their weapons, cold disdain

And lies deployed to legislate
Lethargic sheep to stay sedate.
Despite the likely scar
We must retaliate!

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Whet Dream

These simple schemes
Belie my dreams
Of crafting something heretofore unknown

I have the will
But doubt my skill
So I shall humbly try my best to hone.

Tuesday, February 05, 2019


You always make my smile grow
Even when I’m stressed by strife
And it seems kind of weird
That a decade disappeared
But I just want you to know
How much you have enriched my life.

Saturday, February 02, 2019

Believe it or Not

When men choose not to believe in God,
they do not thereafter believe in nothing,
they then become capable of believing in anything.

G.K. Chesterton

The glowing box of falsehood with a click
Confirms the fears of those who buy the shtick
By channeling more evil than they show
Contaminating everything we know

If only everyone would stop and think
Why they tell us ‘binge without a blink’
Perhaps we’d seek a different truth instead
Like He who saved us through the blood He shed.

Monday, January 28, 2019

Running of the Bull

I find myself feeling a yen
To let the words run once again
Something forcefully held
Can only be quelled
So long before the old pen

Becomes a circular rut
Just open the gate if it’s shut
They long to be freed
And loudly stampede
Across the plains that abut

The woods that encircle a pond
Caressing each flower and frond
With ringlets of rhyme
To echo through time
And all of creation beyond.

Friday, January 25, 2019


They’ve polarized the simpletons
With lies so deftly spun
That one side thinks the other lost
While theirs has somehow won

Dependency upon deceit
Creating addicts who
Become defunct unless the anchors
Tell them what to do

But grounds we share will never be
Accessible again
If we don’t heed the Golden Rule
And not the tales of men.