The Train

The Train I hear the train I feel the train Thunder, rumbling beneath my feet The horn declaring I bring you goods I bring you progress Progress is good, isn’t it? It built America   I hear the train More quiet now It has moved on into the distance While I sit here on this…

Hero

Hero My grandfather rested in a recliner at 50, My father walked many laps at 50, I will run at 50, My sons and daughters will sprint with great endurance at 50, And my grandsons and granddaughters will fly at 50. My great grandsons and great granddaughters will reach the moon at 50 and my…

Poetry

Poetry has been good to me An outlet for all my rantings and ravings A method for taking the soot and the ashes And forming them into a beautiful pottery Then baked and made golden in the sunlight Poetry has been sunshine in the midst of the darkness A beauty and a treasure never quite…

The Lost Leaf

 The Lost Leaf This seems to be me Intricate, designed Complex, intertwined   But dead nonetheless   A remnant of what used to be An echo of a former spring A monochrome of a former green and flower   I hear the warmth is on the way I hear the light is lasting longer Yet…

No RMAL

No rmal (regular mundane average life) There’s nothing worse for a poet Than to have no poem But even darker still Is a life with no desire An existence with no burning fire Long has it been quenched and calmed Into a vicious and nasty state Known as normal It’s time to arise It’s time…

Picasso

Picasso I wish I had a reason for living I wish I had answers for life I often wish I was an artist So I could slosh paint violently all over a giant canvas Taking out every single piece of frustration and pain Slapping it, moving it, putting it exactly where I wanted it to…

The Goose Feather

The Goose Feather I was driving out the driveway The brown and fluff caught my eye Against the backdrop of drying green grass I came back much later The Sun had set, darkness coming quickly I went back to where I first saw it There it was, still caught in the grass I picked it…

Ambivalent

Ambivalent Ambivalent So difficult to stand for anything these days Tolerance has boiled us down to split pea soup Not very attractive Not very appealing Little to no flavor In desperate need of salt I never, ever hear the halt Of wisdom before reply I listen to all this hubris, I sigh Because no one…

Flying (Again)

Flying (Again) Sometimes I wonder what would happen If we would just let loose Let go of this imaginary control we have over ourselves And ride the winds of the free and fanciful I wonder where that would go I wonder if the world would know Just what it would be like to be completely…

The Awakening (Embrace)

The Awakening (Embrace) Whoa! I almost fell off the edge right there Teetering on the brink of insanity Boredom Uselessness Nothing is ever good enough Nothing is ever good enough The poets once said “Same as it ever was Same as it ever was” I believed them Now I’ve walked that path at least thirty…