Forge Ahead

a legend
gypsy
in trouble
old friend
old dog
been together
a long piece
shes gonna have
a for sale sign
branded on her
if she doesn't
stop
eating cat poop
out back
only to vomit
inside
on my
wool rug
13 feral cats
never ending buffet
vicious circle
forge ahead

Ball Glass Jar Families

mom was canning
glass jars of food
from dads garden
that would cool
in our dark basement
neighborhood kids
were playing
all over town
there was a key
that hung around
our necks
on a piece of string
that fastened
our roller skates
to our spaulding
saddle shoes
a white stick of chalk
and a small flat stone
made hopscotch
on the sidewalk
and marked our path
for others to find
playing arrow
you could
walk alone
at night
the ball glass jar
families were
in a row
but the lids
were not screwed
on tightly
like they are today

Unleashed

Daniel Milnor Unleashed
A Fish Out Of Water

10 Cents A Dance

needing someone
her blue eyes wishing
looking for love
in the empty faces
of strangers
dance hall music
promising romance
shimmering lights
dancing around the room
as the mirrored ball spins
sweeping her up again
her choice
of who will touch her
hold her tenderly
closed eyes pretending
music returning memories
as they dance
swaying to and fro
through her dream field
quieting her lonely fear
answering her call
for 10 cents a dance

Bunches

life comes in bunches
like parsley tied at the grocery store
bunches of all sizes and shapes
beginning as a seed
changing with the earth
thriving along the way
not like us
struggling to keep some part of our life
long gone to the past
not rejoicing in the moment
not learning to accept what we see in the mirror
only seeing the past when youth held us
mourning the loss of smooth skin and dark brown hair
of passion put to sleep in loneliness
losing today because we are wishing for yesterday
seeing only our sunrise
never knowing our sunset
each step we take echoing a yearning
for what we can no longer have
bunches of days bunches of years
tie them well

Next time

Next Time


my husband has come to me in visions
several times since he died in 2005
his visits are revelations from the Holy Spirit
we all have assigned angel spirits
and if we can connect with them
they will show us our way
all preparing us to feel safe and joyful
about the merging of our final life time to the next time
my American Indian Sprit also appears often
in visions showing me my way
in one just a few days ago he came
with a revelation
a new friend was sitting visiting
in the cabin with me
she ask if I had a connection with the Indians
I said sort of
I ask her why she ask
she said because there was one with me
I did not know this
I was overwhelmed
there was no way for her to know about my indian
I am sure he is the one in my visions
I thought he would come for me at death
I was wrong
he is already here
he is trying to reveal something more to me
he is connected to my husband in some way
when my time comes
he will take my hand
into the next time
where there is no time
no illness fear war hate regrets unhappiness
only peace love and joy
where we all return to the spirit world
and return to the whole spiritual being once again
together in a space and time
your guardian angel
will meet you at the gate
and put your hands in Gods hands
where the past disappears like rain on the water
the present is heaven
the future forever
you have arrived
at the next time