sunbeams
flowering afresh
amid barefoot giggles
a sleepy morning stretch

hold on, wait a minute
this doesn't sound right.
I'm a crusty old curmudgeon,
what the hell happened last night?

did my brain shift on its axis, or something?
was I slipped some kinda slap-happy mickey?
still gleamy eyed, I did a little soft shoe,
glanced at the mirror, and then BAM!, it hit me.

I hear the wild lands,
the rough lands,
the bleak lands.
the harsh, north wind lands
where the curlew’s cry
is swallowed up,
in the vast, empty hugeness
of the great, grey sky.

I see the heather lands,
the bog lands,
sparse grass lands,
the barren, dry stone wall lands
where, hardy sheep
seek shelter,
from wind
and rain and sleet.

My wife is on a diet, so am I,
her will prevails in setting what we do;
no more to breakfast on a tasty fry
nor lunch of prime Scotch mince or Irish stew.
She loves her cherry cake, but it’s now gone
and with it all the sweetmeats from the house;
the limits of what’s wholesome have been drawn,
I think that she mistakes me for a mouse.

If I could find the will or knew the way
to help provide new balance to her schemes,
although I sometimes think of what I’d say
there’s nothing I would do to end her dreams.

BEYOND HORIZONS
The pleasantness of it all:
a lifetime of charmed moments,
slipping into the years softly,
sweet recollections free of longing.
happy is the man who owns the day,
holds to a step steady and firm;
never to fear the fires
that beyond horizons burn.

the storm front walks
soothing
slow as a suicide
the crash felt
in tendrils
through the tendons of
each grasp
illumination
of a dark ideal

I felt fear
treading
nightmares
waking
in the walk

they cured me
of that malady
by giving me
more
and more

I feel the sun
burying me
with each ray
hear the winds
in every sleeve
Ive worn
disguises
the trips

As sirens sound and children cry,
mosquitos ravage, dropping doom.
A ragged doll stares at the sky
as sirens sound and children cry.
Their winter's come. About to die,
they don't know why; for what; for whom.
As sirens sound and children cry,
mosquitos ravage, dropping doom.

Just a moment’s worth

A moment is
for just a moment only...
not forever!!!!!!
but absolutely momentary

all is theoretically relative
ask Einstein...
where all has he been......

nothing lasts forever....
all is just worth
a night's love affair....

it lasts till
man's
lasts...