Tinsel Town

tinsel town
going going gone
big movies big screens
moving to little
big screens at home
much cheaper
microwave popcorn
movies filmed
at good deal locations
stars war oscar wins
a new script
who I will be
myself I can't see
tawdry tinsel town
disappearing
just like me

On Line

there are many poems in my head
jumping and dancing around
the last line is near
while the first can't be found
the way is not clear
the destination is uncertain
nothing is for sure
but that words can be
left alone
on line

The Son Had Come

Jesus came for a visit
in the silent peace
of the morning
fog defining the distant
ridges rising above
the surrounding hills
wet rays of the morning sunrise
forming a fan in front
of a cross made by
two trees in the woods
sparkling wet kissed
leaves and branches
as clouds of fog
drifted through the rays
a shadow passed over us
the Son had come
to the peaceful quiet
place we made for Him

Breakfast Ice Cream

at the end of the day
mom put the empty milk bottles on the porch
for the milkman to take when he
made his deliveries first thing in the morning
three little girls were at the front door waiting
they could hear the clip clop of his horses hoofs
as it pulled Pippys wooden wagon down their street
Pippy would always smile and talk to the girls
he would twist his nose put his hand over his mouth
and pull out his false teeth it was like magic
to these little girls who spent the rest of the day
trying to figure out how they could get their teeth
to come out by twisting their noses
the top of the bottle frozen cream was scooped out
put in a small bowl and sprinkled with sugar
breakfast ice cream on a cold Ohio morning

White Headed Cardinal

she comes with many
but she is alone
each taking care
of themselves
no one pays
her any mind
as her white head
bobbs up and down
in and out
of the tall
bright green grass
her white head
that should be red
my beautiful
female white headed
cardinal

Shining Through

pondering on the cabin porch
me and my old hunting dog
are alone watching the sunrise
I keep my arm around her
because the morning is cool
and we are getting old
we are beholding to the nights gentle rain
for kissing the near perfect first light
of the sun shining through
our leaping frog woods
magic of the morning
turning the wet cedar trees lime green
making raindrops clinging to the trees
and to each square of the rabbit fence
flash like colored christmas lights
dropping drops looking like comets
flashing and dashing on their way
making wet moss covered tree bark glow
with an air of mystery in the soft light
we watch as the close-knit gray clouds
at the edge of a storm
move in from the southwest
and quietly swallow up the sun

Free Money

money is the root
of all evil?
most want it
and it does not come free
you can be given money
but someone paid for it
inherit it find it
earn it lose it
burn it melt it
spend it save it
invest it steal it
donate it worry about it
with too little
be corrupted by it
bribe people with it
throw it away bury it
hide it make it
make clothes
that look like it
take pictures of it
hold it in your hand
put it in your
purse and pocket
and wallet
money belt it
so think about it
it might make you happy
for awhile
but it won't keep you happy
but most importantly
you can't take it with you
you are leaving this world
the way you entered it
money free