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Poem of the Month

May, 2024


You clear

A piece of land


And wait, just wait

To see what takes root


As new life

Surfaces from the soil


You honor it

Nurture it


As it grows

And becomes

What it is meant to be

April, 2024


Flood waters

Wash away

All misdoings


Rebirth reigns

Redemption absolves pain

Poem of the Month

March, 2024


I don’t want you

I do

I’m gone

I want to be with you


I’m on my own

Loneliness killing me

I’m independent

Not really free


Too warm or too cold

Never the correct degree

Indecisiveness or Impulsiveness

Tormented place to be

February, 2024

Voluptuous Valentine

As Cupid

Readies his bow


I quiver

With emotion


Anticipating the Love Dart

Searing my flesh


Giving rise to

Excruciating ecstasy

Poem of the Month

January, 2024

The Beat

Time marches on

to its own particular beat

and doesn't much wait

for you to shuffle your feet.


Whatever you have to do

needs to be done

in whatever fashion

before the setting sun.


Grasp the moment

seize the day

Be the best you

in your own special way.

Poem of the Month

December, 2023


At ease being a son of the soil

Life stays close to the ground

Steady in my convictions

Certain of where I’m bound


No troubles of the ruling class

Everything has a rhythm

Living in the present

Embraces a perpetual wisdom


Adapting to changing circumstances

Vigilant of what’s around

Humming a soulful song

Creates an aerospace of soothing sound


Working class heroes

Don’t get the recognition

Of the powered and politicians

Who make the publicized decisions


The certitude of fairness

Acknowledging right from wrong

Will be my legacy

When I am long gone


I sleep soundly at night

Never compromise my integrity

Make do with what I possess

With clarity and rationality


Cut through the distractions

That surround us all

Stay true to what guides you

Stand proud and tall

Poem of the Month

November, 2023

Those Hands

Those Hands

So supple and strong

Moved so rhythmically

Where they belonged


Performed with his wife

And that trop-rock band

Put a smile on your face

Made you clap and stand


Hands grasp

A life to hold

Those Hands were harmonious

For you to behold


Music doesn’t die

It’s created to survive

Cradled in our memories

As we view the deep blue sky

Poem of the Month

October, 2023

A Beacon of Light

Rod left this earth

The way he lived his life

At peace with the moment

No stress, no strife


He would sit in his chair

Understanding look on his face

As I acknowledged my shortcomings

Without any disgrace


Rod would often say to me

“The universe doesn’t give a shit”

So I would journey inwards

To seek how to be fit


He helped me find purpose

And live in a meaningful way

Guided me to find balance

As I often did stray


Rod changed my life

Without taking responsibility for it

Showing me how to deal with pain

Never give up and fully commit


He was much more than a therapist

And became a very special friend

Who guided and supported me

All the way to the end


What would Rod have said

About his spirit taking flight

Maybe “Never out of mind”

“Just out of sight”

Poem of the Month

September, 2023

Sanctuary of Suffering

What is preserved

on a reservation?


How do we endure

the hopelessness

the humiliation of the reservation?


How do we toil

on barren soil?


Where is our place

amidst the paleface?


Why do we continue to taste

the tears of promises long broken?


Why do we continue to caress

the wounds of generations passed?


Why do the spirits

that dance among us

never vanish from sight?


Why does the drum

distant and diffuse

keep beating

with a rhythmic cadence?

Poem of the Month

August, 2023

Assaulting Ourselves

What would happen

If Americans couldn’t

Take each other’s lives

With flesh-piercing bullets?


With our world-renowned Yankee ingenuity

Would we discover

Ingenious ways

To wipe out a school

Or eliminate unwanted visitors?


Would people be

Ambling about

With a quiver of arrows

On their shoulders

And a bow in their hands?


Would people be

Forced to be

More intimate

With their victims

And invade personal space

With cutlery perhaps?


What is it about

We Americans

With all of our endemic advantages

And personal freedoms

That we eliminate

So many lives

With firearms?


How can a weapon of mass destruction

Be a tool for conflict resolution?


We have more guns

Than people in this country

Do we have more

Courage than cowardice?

Might we finally

Figure out

The desperation

That breeds violence?

Poem of the Month

July, 2023

Anam Cara

It was heartbreaking

Yet merciful


It was swift

Yet timeless



to intervene



to bear




Poem of the Month

June, 2023

Navigating to Nowhere


My Dad was meant to sail the sea,

To navigate his vessel and be set free.


Binoculars in hand, smile on his face,

Bracing himself, in his own sacred space.


Navigating his ship in his own private Idaho,

Sailing to a destination with nowhere to go.


The feel of salt water pulsing through his veins,

Would curtail his proclivity for raising Cain.


For when he spied terra firma and hit land,

That is when all the trouble began...

Poem of the Month

May, 2023

The Day


I walked in the back yard

Of the home I grew up in

The day my mother died

And I tried to cry


I saw my dad sitting in his lawn chair

Hat on head, shovel in one hand, a beer in the other

The day my mother died

And I tried to cry


I saw my dog Dixie running to greet me

Ears flapping, tail wagging, howling in delight

The day my mother died

And I tried to cry


I saw the garden, the mulch pile, the chain link fence

The green grass that was just mowed

The day my mother died

And I tried to cry


I saw my childhood vanish before my eyes

And I knew I would never stand here again

The day my mother died

And I cried and cried

Poem of the Month

April, 2023



If the geese

can do it in the air

Why can’t we

do it with our feet on the ground?


Backlit with an azure sky

looking up at two enormous

circular groups of geese

with long necks and wide wings

approach each other

from the eastern and western horizons


Swirling around each other

Getting closer and closer

Now joining together


A circulating ball of winged travelers


Into that familiar chevron-shaped flight formation


Headed west in unison

Honking encouragement to each other

Choreographed cooperation


Not that difficult is it?

Poem of the Month

March, 2023



People are how people shape them

Fleeced without concern

Pursuing that beacon

at every turn


Thought is infertile

Actions are fruitless

The soothsayer's sign

is actually meaningless



is a terrorist act


is fake not fact


Ignorance and arrogance

A dangerous couple

Creating a mind

far less supple


Drowning on dry land

The terrain of the free

Is this the way

we really want to be?

February, 2023



No need

for a song sung

between them


In tune

with each other’s rhythm


Synchronized swimming

Choreographed closeness


Tenderly together

January, 2023

Sursum Corda


Praise be to Allah

for morning wood

It can be counted on

to act as it should


Not so sure

throughout the day

How the splendid splinter

will obey


Will it be righteous

standing tall and proud

Or be tucked away

Concealed in its shroud?


Yet another inevitable adjustment

that must be made

For the price of a life long-lived

that must be paid

December, 2022

That Inky Magnificence

With my feet

firmly planted on the ground

I look up

at that inky magnificence

that encircles all of us

La Luna

Twinkling extraterrestrial bodies


Some day

everything that was so important

won’t matter any more.

By our hand

and the nature of our solar system,

life will not be able to exist

as we know it


What will become

of our legacies,

the distinguished deeds we have accomplished

that others need

to enrich their lives and prosper?


The amazing amalgamation

of interstellar gas and dust

that created us

in a boundless space,

may have formed other worlds

in that inky magnificence


Do we really think

we are the only intelligent life

that inhabits the universe?

November, 2022


Bohemians, street performers

and everyone else

at Mallory Square

applaud the sunset


A dying ember

flaring up

as it sinks

into the horizon


The afterglow

of excitatory exhiliration


If the sunset was accompanied with music

trumpets would herald its grandeur

as a choir serenaded angelically

October, 2022


Fantastic Fall...


Warm afternoons and cool evenings


Forest afire with blazing flora


Magnificent musk of decay


Gently but spectacularly

transitioning to a time

of reflection and remembrance


The forest seemingly lifeless


Regenerating with stillness

to make rebirthing visible


Come: succulent spring

simmering summer


The circle of life


September, 2022


Selfishness and Survival

Retribution and Rebirth

Were these the reasons?


Why does a love

take flight

What do you do

when it’s out of sight?


Memories of pleasure

Remembrances of pain

How do you keep it together

How do you remain sane?


Postcards of places traveled

Experiences on the road

They are in the past now

As I unburden my heavy load


Still standing

Amongst the cremains

Thankful for life

And what still remains


Nobody gets away


Suffering and sorrow

Showered and bathed


Cleansed and Redeemed

Life will be lived

Accountable for all deeds

That one ever did


Don’t know how to hold on to love

Do know how to wallow in hurt

Feels like home when the pain is real

When the flowers shrivel in the dirt


Maybe I’m realizing

What I have and what I don’t

What I can do

What I won’t


Sometimes you have to lose

In order to find

What’s most important

Maybe even divine


A guiding light

Through the dark

May keep us together

Never far apart


August, 2022

Bird's Blues 

The predawn light

illuminates the bedroom window

as the pitter-patter of raindrops

fall on the windowsill


Rising above the winged symphony

the mourning dove’s melancholic cooing

takes center stage

as the other birds become background singers


On the wings of the mourning dove

I am transported back in time

to my grandparent’s cottage

nestled among the trees

far from the gravel road

where the mourning dove

would awaken me

cautioning the dawning of a new day


As shadows

darken the bedroom window

the mourning dove

repeats its melancholic lament


Has nothing changed

between sunrise and sunset?

July, 2022

Weathered Warriors

These weathered warriors

On a diamond tarnished

Still playing a youth’s game

Swinging bats with worn varnish


They grunt and groan

As they catch and throw

And hobble to the plate

With bat cradled just so


The crack of the bat

Still makes a thrilling sound

As shuffled feet

Hit the sandlot ground


The competitive fire

That’s always there

Stays kindled deeply

As everyone will bear


Adapting to limitations

That years have wrought

The hourglass fills up

As life’s lessons are taught


The youth’s delight

Can still be heard

As they congratulate each other

With an encouraging word


You legends of yore

Exhibit courage for us all

Still playing the game

Heeding the siren’s call

June, 2022


Wild old hound

That be he

No more leash

So he can be free


Nothing to fetch

No one to please

Relieving himself

Wherever he be


Long ears flapping

Hound dog howl

Tail wagging

On the prowl


Bandana on neck

Nose to the ground

Following a trail

That’s outward bound


True to what guides him

Following his bliss

The day dawns knowing

He has no more ass to kiss

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