just put some more words in a row
doesn't matter what they say
no on will notice any way
I am sure I don't know for sure
exactly what I mean
just give me a definite maybe
Moms mind

Lexi

Lexi  

             light of life
             loved so much
             eyes that speak
             leaving no doubts
             blonde curls
             softening all
             the eyes say
             searching and wanting
             to land in your heart
             safe in a fast world
             where love surrounds her
             knowing so young
             a spark of what she wants
             checking with those eyes
             just to be sure
             not an open book
             a girl of many rivers
             secure in her strength
             she knows the rivers
             and rides the rapids
             with little caution
             in your arms
             she melts
             your heart



           

                                   
       

hamlet

go back
stop
catch that rain drop
did I step
on that bug
on purpose
they need
to be careful
if they were tracking
their footsteps
they will be eaten
by an alien bug
who was sent to earth
to do just that
I hear hands clapping
must be right
turn left
go to the hamlet

Golf Balls

mysterious life of golf balls

put in the chicken coop 

to help them lay more eggs

something came and took

all but one of them

what we wonder about

why and for what purpose

you can fool some 

all the time

but who can eat

a golf ball?

c_milnor@yahoo.com

gray hair

it is may today
my hands are still cold
as I sit at my computer
wasting words
trying to tell you
its the little things
that will find importance
in your life
people will just be a period
animals a comma
the earth will continue
keep one foot
in your own life
love makes gray hair

leave things alone

leave things alone
they will
take care of themselves
no one will remember you
at some point
even now who remembers you
when you were young
leave nothing behind
for death to devour
cemeteries are quiet
their stories are silent
only the wind listens
the wooden boxes are
full of  echoes
sealed in time
the dead at rest
still in rows
like all the rest
can you see
how the world
still grapples
to keep you in line
mother-world
do what I say
leave things alone

mama tell me a story

76 years of stories
hold arranged words
long and short ones
good and bad ones
some stories will
never be told
others will prevail
some will
move into my future
like a glove slides
over my hand
that still fingers
my first word
still holding it
for the last one
mama tell me a story

free and clear

life is great
love makes it better
stop existing
all about me
got any friends
got any enemies
a dog a cat
take my world
for a walk
make myself interesting
think outside me
love my neighbor
free and clear

between the lines

we write
leaving the best behind
our mind levels
hold on to thoughts
our good intentions
leaving the best behind
we have forgotten
there is more to it
than just letting go
of a few words
for the page
time covers eyes
we realize
it is all said
on the blank page
between the lines

bored dogs

bark all the time
pull on the leash
chew good stuff
vomit on the rug
ignore you
don't obey
sleep on your bed
nip-----the vet
chase helpless creatures
destroy when left
carry food from their dish
to the living room carpet
act like a fool
near females
develop mines
of their own
demand

dogs are the loneliest people I know

there is this yellow lab
at the corner on my walk
he is there everyday barking
there is a big shaggy white dog
behind the fence with the lab
I toss them biscuit pieces
the lab barks all the time
his eyes are empty
he has lost the reason why
but he still barks
the white dog waits and watches
he barks because the lab barks
it use to be fun but now
it's the only thing they do
behind the fence

death is greedy

death came in the night
taking all it could
our light is enough
to get us through
the darkness
death is greedy
helpless only because
it can't take
the part of you
that belongs to them
framed forever
in the silnece

in the sand

footprints mingle
held together
in the sand
finding each other
searching veils
why do you follow
hiding in the sand

falling

reach
catch
hold
help
look up
look down
don't look
your rock
is heavy
only a sky hook
will hold you
find it
hold on

nothing is ever missed

missing
what
who why where
why do we
think
missing
nothing is ever
missed
we scatter
pieces scatter
lives melt
missing
together
nothing
because
nothing is ever
missed

from the beginning

the big wooden phone
you got an operator
was behind the swinging
dinning room door
dial phone
there was a room
inside the house
designated for a toilet
coal was delivered to the house
and dumped into a shoot
that put it in the basement
next to the furnace
gas furnace a thermostat
clicked it on and off
horse and wagon delivered our milk
milk truck
card table chairs
set up in the street
a projector and screen
Princess Movie theatre
ringers on the top of the washing machine
you fed the clothes through them
with a large wooden stick
front loading automatic washing machine
there is of course the beginning
but more so there is an ending
perhaps my purpose
is the ending