I find that I stumble now
unlike in my days of youth
yet I just keep on somehow
in my search for lasting truth.

This stream upon whose banks I walk
once was slow and wide.
As time continues its slow stalk
all my loved ones gain the other side.

And as my trek proceeds upstream
the flow narrows as I go.
Cooling days make my breath steam
this jaunt becoming ever more slow.

I dived into the pool
without a splash of water
then from the highest height
of the diving
spring board

I dived clean
not a drop splattered
none clapped
it was only my self victory

then as summer came
I walked along
the world of poetry
sang a song
no one heard me

in the autumn of my life
I severed off a branch of a tree
just like an autumn’s faded leaf
someone said.
Ah!

let out at its scene
live to what is free
a paradox king
whisper in a dream

whisper in a scene
crowd an allergic king
pay attention floating scene
commercial to its fame

let go of its tremendous charm
we fight to let go
the beach toward you
love means more to me

filled out through a quaint mystery
love has it's turn
another page is worn
high a zipper no it all

better pace at a nearby mall

I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,

or walk inside the poem's room
and feel the walls for a light switch.

another time some other rhyme
love for seeking of the need

chosen friend in the sleeve

To rectify a techy error
as my laps top burst

. I 'm sorry for your anger
NOW Please read two poems posted
I 'd hate to unpublish your comments EUMOL

Roses and cinnamon dance,
in dreams, where you may find -
presence of life in holy stance.
Releasing the chaos in mind.
An emotion, flowing into trance.

Tonight, sleep be still and kind.
Tomorrow’s face need not know.
Be it, alive with starry filled eyes;
or a smile worn just for show.

Returning to the epicenter,
to the forefront of one's desires.
A lost soul begins to enter,
initiating the spark to fire.

Look what you are doing to me,
I am your Mother Earth.
Contaminate me in all ways
Gases and plastic each day.

I tell you this stupid ones
I will circle the sun always
You will not be remembered
No more thinking races.

I will celebrate your passing.
Even the Dinosaurs were my children.
They, though mostly cruel, honoured me.
I gave them plenty of food to eat

You, crawlers of my world, what now?
Will you clean my air for your use.
My Oceans will you clean them also.
I am Mother earth, so beware.

The light has turned from red to green
The barrenness of winter
To nature’s pinball machine

Bees flying from flower to flower
Fleshy leaves appearing on every boney branch

What was only the kernel of an idea
What was only a humble hunch
Has grown wings and flown like Falcon 9
Heading for the stars
Has made a schedule of blocks of time
Has started the trek
To places positively far

I listen to Kristoferson
or read a bit of Frost
(I'll never equal either one)
In their words I become lost.

Beside them I take a stroll
one on a gritty grey sidewalk
with the other through an old oak knoll
while listening to the world talk.

I hear the traffic rushing by
horns and voices blaring loud.
I hear geese as they fill the sky
far away from any crowd.

When an angel cries

Wind and thunder
a roiling sky
storm is approaching fast
if only it would last

Lightening flashes
then it slashes a wound
in an already broken sky

Suddenly
like a bolt hurled by Zeus
an onyx stallion appears
wings ablaze
sparks flying from his hooves
a wild passionate stare

A roar to rival Thor
he stands before an angel
and bows his head to her

A diamond tear trickles from his eye
and that is when an angel cries