"Eyes"

As man walked through their world
they wondered at them.
Following them with their eyes.
Fearing they might come too close.
Not knowing what might happen
when their death knell tolls
Seeing their fear of man
looming like a storm of careless concern
that could end the existence of both.
Knowing something is wrong,
not knowing what to do.
Following their destiny
to the end of the flowers
that would finally cover them.

"Perfect Day"

If I was ask to describe a "Perfect Day,"
I would describe yesterday and today.
Yesterday, a Summer Tananger came to sing,
a sound so sweet and clear,
I stopped to listen as it came near.
Today, a Painted Bunting came to the Angel Patch feeder.
Its color blues, purples, reds, yellows and greens,
the most beautiful bird I have ever seen.
Hummingbirds humming celebate their choices.
Spring flowers in bloom or a feeder nearby.
Morning glories on the fence,
wild flowers painting the woods floor.
The breeze, blue sky, bright shining sun,
who could ask for anything more?

" Happiness and Joy"

Where is happiness
Where is joy
in the clapping hands
of a small boy

Where is happiness
where is joy
somewhere in the twirl
of a small girl

Pristine and clear
young hearts do feel
held tight with love
the stamp and seal

Where do they go
ever so slowly
time is the eraser
etching the slide

When young and pretty
feeling so good
days had no end
time was your friend

Future cast
knots fold in the line
a fish caught at sea
not a good place to be


All else is your chance
What else could there be
Happiness and joy
are the key


If you are lucky
and genes carry you well
some good choices
your future will tell

Old age can be fun
never let it be
updrafts only
a kite in the sky

And don't forget
life is a toy
still in the memory
of that girl and boy

"Crosses"

Crosses row on row
silent in their song
empty of life below
what went wrong?

Too many to number
evenly placed to fit
undisturbed slumber
tombstones just sit

Graveyard voices call
laid to rest at last
stories all
long gone past

Crosses in rows
tell their fate
no ribbons and bows
it's too late

These crosses
for us to see
our great losses
why this should be?

Lest we forget
the crosses call
memories still set
crosses for all

"Love The Love That Lasts"

love the love that lasts
fighting every turn of the screw
to survive the point of focus
that evens out the quaking thoughts
nibbling on the edges of fate
that fickle fingers placed
misplaced idols in the crevice
formed by signatures of scripts
unfolding the sound of silence
that screams loud lessons
unlearned in desperation
found in the grasp of trust
where the end stops
love the love that lasts

"The Last Page"

Falling near the wind
as it holds the cheers
that lift the dreams
of the empire of success
that holds the other side
that will destroy the pillars
of handshakes and hugs
fallen on the timid and weak
creatures caught in the flames
of deception and greed
wallowing in preoccupation of self
loosing the pictures that made up life
contained in the letters
of the last page of the book

A Single Thought"

Tangled feathers fall from the sky
the sea opens its arms
to the last cast in the shadows
where many have fallen to the dust
clutching life as it flows
down the sandy beach
stopped only by the water
where the salt of the blood
mixes with the salt of the sea
lost to the wind of silence
heard by the shadows of time
tormented by the useless chances
that create the distance
to the straight line