"Too Early for Lamb Chops?"

up at the crack of dawn
making ten cups of vashon island
ectasy espresso to start the engines
yawning because at 1:30am Gypsy
had me up when she went outside
in the freezing hill country air
and treed the same cat twice
I could find the cat in the trees
from the reflection of the light
in its eyes from my flashlight
if I went out to get Gypsy it scared
the cat who instead of getting out
of Gypsys area just went up a new tree
finally got her back in the cabin
and went back to bed
we had visitors as we ambled about
shining circles of white light
reflecting off the light of my flashlight
from the eyes of the deer
shooting back at us from the feeding area
in the pitch black of night
they do not run off in the dark
as they do during the day
the cabin is cold but we like it that way
the sun is up now and we are
headed for a 70 degree day
but before that at 8:30am
we put six lamb chops on our new
weber gas grill, we like this grill
as we consumed our second espresso of the day
and did some water color painting
trying out ideas for the cover of my poetry book
we waited for the chops to cook
it didn't take long
we tuned in an old Ray Milland movie
on our new flat screen tv
and Gypsy and I ate the chops
as I did up the dishes I watched
one of my five feral cats stalk
the doves, cardinals, finches and blue jays
feeding outside my kitchen window
we heard crows early this morning
when we sat on the porch waiting for the sunrise
but it was pretty quiet when our mind wandered
trying to figure out what our morning would be
the cats found the warmth of the morning sun
the birds as well as they twittered around the feeders
keeping a close watch on the cats
Gypsy has gone down for her morning nap
my thoughts have found my finger tips
enabling me to find this story
such is a cold winter morning here at the cabin
should we have saved the lamb chops for lunch?

"Time Warp"

who captures a phrase
you in your ways
the page is the cage
sometimes a gage
for lost rhetoric
spewed by a heretic
from the crystal cave
and the spinning nave
silently seeping
eternally sleeping
popping the cork
with yorkshire pork
lost in the ages
still turning pages
finding a tunnel
inside the funnel
lost in a reel
under the keel
words from vapor
falling on paper
caught in the flue
with you

" The Arrest of a Writer"

the sheriff came
to get me
the other day
and took me away

I told him
he must be mistaken
he said it's not a whim
that you have been taken

he said it's been reported
you have been negligent
he said it's not distorted
your time is not well spent

you say it's what you do
your lights burn all night
your writing is never through
all you want to do is write

I pleaded innocent you see
and told him of my plight
all I am trying to do
is find time to write

he laughed and said
if that's all it's well
we will put you to bed
alone in a quiet cell

a writer must be free
to write when words call
to roam the fields you see
where words grow tall

it's crime in the word world
to miss a chance to write
even if it means
staying up all night

" Fabulous Fun"

fabulous fun
living to get old
held in time
caught in a fold

nothing is like it
oatmeal and old lace
time to sit
and age with grace

grandchildren to spoil
a dog may be to
life without toil
a gift to a few

laughing is tonic
having such fun
eating at sonic
out in the sun

there is a reason
we all live in the south
no change of season
you hear from our mouth

we are happy as bees
flowers all year
oh say can you see
our lives we cheer

"I Am Not"

I am not my mother. I am not my father. I am both.

"Next"

next in sight
near dear to me
times past
they see

youth lost found
as most
enter inner roads
long gone call

map veins
traveled far
from generations
gone waiting

visions haunt me
not knowing
those who
connected my dots

nest formed from
earth spun threads
surviving in air
what is next

beyond next
to the next
and the next
nine lives

silently
no ripple
past explained
on the choice

still foolish
age gave hope
restless
who are they

thick fog
covers faces
stay near
next

"In Gods Way"

In Gods Way is the title of the book I have been told to write. I did the first part today and after I was finished (5hrs)I hit the wrong botton and deleted it. I can't find it anywhere, I guess God didn't like it. He is my toughest critic.