ride the realms of here and now... some roads are so congested... others barely tred somehow... passengers... pedestrians... at times they intersect... through chance's navigator... or some journey they select... and when those crossroads happen... there's alot that may occur... though that's not saying circumstance... shall meet as might infer... perhaps that's why i'm grateful... that our paths have come to touch... we get to view these moments... and yet still we see so much!... |
(so gee)... is giving and taking... all my own making?... did i create... love and hate?... is what you see... left up to me?... ~~~~~~~ |
(innocent air)...
before aroma comes... for something more there... a good aroma?... or a bad aroma?... every nose knows... their smell tells them so... innocent air... until there is smell... then noses go sniffing... for scents of heaven or hell... ~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
(a nose poked on the window pane)... a nose poked on the window pane... a tail in the till... a lookout up and down the hall... to see what time can kill...
whispers creeping in... leering paws in motion... filing midnight claws to thin... a foot race for the door mouse... past a flying bug that's floored... a clean sweep by the chimney bat... climbing bareback up onboard... deafened towards a tendency... that full blown fear hears best... these lessers of a great unknown... prey on their sleeping guest... feast and famine mingle... on a single handcut tray... where entertaining treasures... were laid out to grace the day... the keeper dreams above his sheets... under darkened homespun threads... while a heist amid nocturnal life... plays thief around his head... dawn breaks off accomplice shade... as deeds retreat to hide... among the light that blinds the way... to shadows from another side... then when the window's opened... and the till's spilled out to air... the keeper counts his blessings!... for what is and isn't there!... ~~~ |
anyhow...
| ~~~ here's hopin' your neck'a-our-world's-woods makes itself at home with these poems'n'all!... :) ~~~~ |
(if i was a bird)...
tell you what i would do... i'd fly around the world... ~~~ |
(essence warms a welcome mat)...
through shades of day... 'neath dark of night... on lengthless time... in a moment's light... from all that goes... to whatever stays... while bringing close... so faraway... in laying low... and raising high... nature's walk... a passer-by... a step inside... onto live... into life... love to give... ~~~~~~ |
(seems a fine line)... seems a fine line... entwine the sides... what determines... who decides?... for every right... we might impose... may somehow step... on other's toes... so who's to judge?... and who's to know?... who's to say?... which way it goes?... seems a fine line... entwine the sides... what determines... who decides?... ~~~~~~~ |
that pitter-patter... echo of... tip-toe steps... ~~~ |
gather all around... tell ya a story of the bold of the old... and how they brought the devil down!... elson jones was a mighty man... the meanest man in town... rode the thunder on his way down yonder... to track the devil down!... leroy parks wore spurs of sparks... and kicked the dust to hell... beckoned the wind to follow him... and snare the devil's spell!... johnny sands had a trigger hand... and a glean tucked to his belt... quick to lick with his magic trick... that the devil never felt!... sonny black played a one-eyed-jack... while his ace hid in the hole... showdown time was on the line... and the devil lost it all!... lefty simms stood six shots in... by the west end of the bar... gutted five down the devil's hide... and the devil staggered far!... cowboy joe rode the rodeo... his lasso framed the sky... remember well the day it fell... and the devil's hands were tied!... these outlaw men brought the devil in... the sheriff locked the door... the hangman's noose was none too loose... and the devil walked no more!... gather 'round the fire boys... gather all around... tell ya a story of the bold of the old... and how they brought the devil down!... ~~~ |
how much is a moment worth?... when it's sent from up above... how much does a moment mean?... when it gives our lives its love!... how far does a moment go?... if it travels hand by hand... how far can a moment reach?... if it's shared by every man!... how deep can a moment touch?... when it's beckoned by that call... how deep will a moment feel?... when it's in the hearts of all!... how long will a moment live?... if it lasts the length of time... how long does a moment take?... to be both yours and mine!... ~~~ |
abby loved to swing herself... 'twas not for others to see... she sang to her soul and smiled inside... that tire strung to the tree... what a joy to feel the breeze... trickling through her hair... each whisper of wind tangling the strands... but abby didn't care... in that early dusk of day... the coolness did unfold... a tingling to her arms and legs... but abby wasn't cold... so lightly did her little feet... treadle the puddle of ground... dusting her toes with a magic... that others hadn't found... above a bird blew music... which nestled in abby’s ear... a solo of nature’s symphony... that others didn't hear... in the midst a tiny twig... fell to abby’s head... a leafy halo of happiness... which others would have shed... alone with all of creation... her swinging with the flow... was of a simple... easy... delight... that others didn't know... dusk fell into darkness... as her mother led the way... back home to early bath and bed... but abby showed no dismay... for all the love she discovered in life... was there for her to find... she found what so few others see... though abby was born blind!... ~~~ |
(grandpa)... i guess this is the last i'll see ya... they're burying you today... so wishin' you were still alive... wouldn't mean much... anyway... your life here is over... all i have are memories... and grandpa... that's the best thing... you could ever leave to me... grandpa... it's you i came to see... grandpa... the things ya told to me... the time ya pushed that outhouse o'er... when you were still in school... and got the teacher mad at you... ya broke the golden rule... that little girl... a'sittin' there... what a way for her to fall... miss goody shoes... she cried the blues... when ya pushed down those four walls... grandpa... it's you i came to see... grandpa... the things ya told to me... ya didn't have much... growin' up... but ya always had enough... like that bottle'a booze in the cornfield... that ya wish ya hadn't a'touched... and the times ya took the huckster load... and rode with your mother to town... sellin' what ya grew at home... workin' sun-up... til sun-down... grandpa... it's you i came to see... grandpa... the things ya told to me... that geezer down in wilmington... who followed ya home one night... and shot the breeze on the boardin'-house porch... oh you remembered him... alright... he dwelt on the height'a laziness... with his fast-talk... and funny jokes... and in your mind... he was that one-of-a-kind... found in the stories ya hear from old folks... grandpa... it's you i came to see... grandpa... the way ya were with me... when i knew ya... you were already old... and i did my best to steer clear... and not til the times that we sat down and talked... did i find out you were such a dear... the silence of a straight-laced man... who scared me half to death... became my friend... and now in his end... he's laid down... to his rest... grandpa... it's you i came to see... grandpa... the way ya were with me... ~~~~~~~ |
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(and gee now...
that this web site here originally got started after things at my old mysite.verizon.net place stopped workin' right some time ago... this simple head'a mine'd thought it'd unpublished that web space there awhile back only to find it's somehow still online and some'a the web page stuff at that verizon site still ain't workin' right)... ~~~ |
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