Followers

May 16, 2012

Escalation


Pull out the big guns
Ready the defenses

Give implications
And take inferences

Disenfranchise the
casual hangers-on

Scare-off the meek ones
Those timid opposers

Narrow-down the ranks
To those fit for battle

In this great fierce war
of harsh words and strong wills

May 15, 2012

Mostly Gray


On or Off, Hot or Cold
Day or Night, or so you’re told

Hard to know which way to go
Right or Wrong and Yes or No

Life’s not all extremes, I say
It’s in-between and mostly gray

Absolutes of Black and White
Bookend all the gray in light

Each hue found across that reach
Contains varying amounts of each

Some hues are pale, others quite dark
Doom and gloom, or bright and stark

Some differences subtle, some plain to see
Others swirl in confusion, like cream in tea

Seek to find those shades that dwell
Between extremes of Heaven and Hell

You may understand this all some day
When your hair, like mine, is mostly gray

May 14, 2012

Fairy Tale Problems


There are no
telephone calls
in fairy tales

There aren’t any
flushing toilets
in fairy tales

No one ever
drives a cool car
in fairy tales

The Internet
does not exist
in fairy tales

No modern science
or medicine
in fairy tales

There’s no fast food
no pizza dude
in fairy tales

No MP3’s
nor DVD’s
in fairy tales

No movies or
television
in fairy tales

Nobody ever
eats chocolate
in fairy tales

May 13, 2012

This Mother


This mother takes her time
to lend a helping hand

She’s patient and so kind
and tries to understand

This mother always sighs
when her plans go astray

She’s love personified
and always finds a way

This mother’s a treasure
be you family or friend

She gives beyond measure
from beginning to end


Dedicated to my late mother, my wife, and mothers everywhere.

May 11, 2012

Deeper


Most can’t see
just what’s inside

Things I
cultivate
or hide

So they judge
by what they see

Never
knowing the
real me

But some see
more than the rest

Seek to
uncover
the best

Once they know
where my heart lies

They find
my friendship
a prize

May 10, 2012

On The Tracks


An afternoon’s meadow-larking
A man wanders an old hay field
Wondering about old farm ways

Crossing to the surrounding woods
Spring bramble just still passable
Just through; rusty railroad tracks

Stepping out from the thicket
He surprises a young man
Casually walking the tracks

The older man smiles, nods hello
The younger does the same
Pleasantry off-setting uneasiness

The older man turns around
Goes back into the woods
Leaves the younger to his tracks

He ponders a bit about the young man
Wonders where exactly he was headed
Or, perhaps, what he was leaving behind

May 9, 2012

Peace


Eternity
is spent

Waiting for
something

That never
arrives