You have embarked upon a new adventure
It will be a rough and rocky road.
But if you remember
Not to be selfish
Love each other, in good times and bad
Consider each others’ feelings
Be honest, straight and true
respect each other
Never take things for granted,
The road will smooth itself out.

objects of joy
litter the carpet

some that use batteries
some that move — enthusiastically
(with or without our help)

some to cuddle
some that make electronic noise

the sounds of childhood progress
the alphabet
for example
a MIDI soundtrack

eventually something will
burst
like a balloon

and that sound will be
as educational
as an episode
of Sesame Street

triggering tears
the feeling of loss
gifts taken

even surrounded by
things and people we love

Lilting, harmonic
A light tune plays near
Tilting, demonic
The chords twist, shatter my ear

Two sides of the same coin
Fire battles frost
They turn, fuse and join
One defeats the other, and lost

Which will prevail?
Light, or shadows?
Like metal without the nail
Like grass without the meadows

A neverending circuit
A sphere without edges
Emerald bushes were cut
By the gardener, the hedges

My eyes close in defeat to hormonal brawl, I am clothed in senile shawl as my lungs gave breath to sound proof sizzles of a bear. In a misguided drift from consciousness, I dissolve as smoke in an unconscious saunter. I have wandered aloft, I am strangely lucid then corded to a time machine, like a tossed coin there is a reversible swap in equilibrium. Recurent visions of events take me; some of which have been and others yet to meet the seer's light hence a premonition of sorts

Every night
I die of depression and loneliness
and wonder what I’m hanging on to.

Little scraps
little moments
while you try
to figure yourself out.

I can’t,
I cannot keep doing this.

At the cafe
I had one beer
then two
and thought the walk would help.
I listened to music on the way
and there I
felt temporarily relieved.

I smelled pizza,
Which was tempting so late at night,
but alas I only had
six dollars to my name,
and the drinks are calling me.

Don’t Cry Baby
let tears not come into your eyes
wash them away
don’t cry
just for me today

I want to see love in your eyes
Rose’s, tulips and daffodils
with the fragrance of my love

O why do you cry
I'm living and still kicking
O babe don’t cry
wipe out the tear
from your eye

I am still alive

why fear of what docs say
they have to calm you
one day
so here as I sing for you
babe
just stand by

A tow path between future and past,
an old horse and her wooden barge
have slowed down. She looks around
with somewhat new eyes but still walks.

My mother’s clock on the wall
concentrated on critical task
hangs low today. Time talks
and kids look at me as if I was
diagnosed with incurable painful disease.

Our vehicles swarm in a steel hot day
Around the busy round-about
Where the highway meets Route 4.
It was there my eyes saw a raven
Arriving and defiantly posed
Folding his wings behind his back,
In the center of the berm and spongy grass
Encircled by a wall of stone.

His eyes followed our every move;
Black like the craggy graveyards
He must have come from
(Like that stupid poem we read in school
About some creepy bird and loony fool).

A cave became a gateway from the world
I walked through its portal seeking peace
The darkness clung to me, a mantle of softness

The sounds of outside quickly died and fled
The quiet descended hard on my troubled ways
Here was that peace I sought in daily chores

I sat and felt the walls so strong around me
I felt the roof that curved shielding my ways.
"I am here" I screamed, as it held my sound softly.

does the grass
wax poetic
like Whitman?

the mountains feel
their own majesty?

the birds have a song
but without words

about the GNP
or the First World War

vows upon
a July wedding day
or a December
newspaper obituary

was memory made
for man
above all?

to sing the triumphs
and defeats
the lies and truths
and lessons learned

even in the Underworld
Valhalla
or somewhere
beyond the stars?

a flower lasts a season
the years pass by