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MONEY, MOOLAH, DOLLAR BILLS

2026-10-24T05:56:06.295-05:00

Would it be trite for me to say that

Money is of no importance?

After all, we must transact

The basics of society,

And since the sense of simple barter

Is antiquated in our time,

Seems little else is useful in

Acquiring life's necessities.

Sad that it's become the driving force

Of all ambition's quest.

Sad replacement for the values

Honor gave nobility.

Graven image placed on altars,

Worshiped as a god on high,

Crass excuse, when all else fails,

For loss of sensibility.

Would that times were simpler,

When hope lived steadfast in each heart,

And life was not a mockery of

Blaming others for our ills.

When the art of living off the land

Was still a possibility,

And life was not a cutthroat game of

Money, moolah, dollar bills.

WHY DO I WRITE?

2026-10-23T05:23:50.506-05:00

Weaving lace with words and phrases

Is a craft I've known since childhood.

Finding subtleness in language;

Romantic eccentricities.

Twisting metaphoric diction

As the ink flows onto page,

Filling, flooding, overflowing-

Miles and miles of deep emotion.

New twists.,

Old twists,

Trite distinctions,

Flavoring, savoring conversations

Dulled by enigmatic charm.

Afraid to harm linguistic manners,

Searching, striving for the next

Euphoric phrase meant to impress.

Never quite as comfortable with

Confrontations face to face.

Preference yields to empty pages

There before me to complete.

Conversations live but moments.

The written word knows no defeat.

A FEW MORE DAYS OF WINTER

2026-10-22T05:36:19.866-05:00

The ground hog has performed His task,

Prognosticating Winter's slow demise

Into a kinder gentler forum

For the weather-weary.

Days begin to show more hope as

Sunlight tends to linger more

And skies of Winter gray begin to

Shed their mask of dreariness

To shades of blue and puffy white,

Riding on the wind of change;

Looking to be rid of frost,

To chase away cruel Winter's bite.

Unpredictability seems

More the norm than usual and

No one knows what new surprise

Is waiting with the light.

Nodding off at evening wondering

What tomorrow's light may bring.

A few more days of Winter

'Til the sweet respite of Spring.

THE QUESTION

2026-10-21T05:14:45.406-05:00

He had no idea he'd be asking the question.

It came as a shock;

A total surprise.

As if someone else's voice was escaping his

Lips, taking control of his mind.

Some haunting ancient apparition

Entering into his thoughts,

Guiding to a new commitment;

Two hearts deeply intertwined.

Now the night is deftly quiet.

Everything to say is said.

Except for one last burning issue

Which has waited patiently

For conversation's intersection,

The perfect point of interjection,

From his soul escapes the question,

"Darling, will you marry me?"

MOTHER... PACING

2026-10-20T05:34:56.501-05:00

How many evenings yesteryear did

I stretch deep into the night?

Burning off the energy which,

In those days, seemed without bounds;

Bending rules with laughter until

Daybreak nearly caught me in the act

Of cheating tender sleep.

I tread on stony ground.

Time was nothing way back then,

And night was merely lightless day.

My candlewicks were double-edged

As Mother paced the night away.

No lectures or conjecture when

My footsteps tiptoed past her door.

Three simple words, "Are you alright?"

No need to question any more.

But I could see the telltale signs,

The lines of worry hid from sight,

The deep concern she tried to mask;

Mother... Pacing through the night.

SIBLINGS

2026-10-19T06:05:37.599-05:00

Lord, have mercy on the only child

Who's never known the discovery

Encamped within a combat zone;

The thrill of sibling rivalry.

The crazy love / hate dinner date

That dances unromantic circles

'Til it forms a bond so strong

That pry bars cannot separate.

All too often goes unnoticed;

Pity when it goes unsaid;

Pride - Or simple foolishness stands

In the way 'til it's too late.

Even though the miles between

Grow distant with the passing years,

The bond remains in memories so

Intricately intertwined

That time cannot erase the easeled

Portraits of our youth.

The sun-drenched grapes of yesterday

Mellowed sweetly in the wine.

HOME

2026-10-18T04:42:00.377-05:00

What better place to go....

When the trials and tribulations

Of the helter skelter day

Have led you to a state of weary

Far beyond all normal bounds;

Frustrations climb the highest peak

To strangle reason's lifeless bones,

And screams build up inside your

Spinning head until it reels,

What better place to go to than to home.

When boundless joy has entered

And laughter echoes memory's walls,

The music and the dance drain

Every ounce of energy,

The smile still lingers, whispers softly,

Speaks to every pore,

And life is good

And living fine

And peace resides within,

What better place to go to than to home.

Home is where all hearts reside.

Home is somewhere deep inside.

LOVE LETTERS

2026-10-17T05:29:37.930-05:00

I can't believe you kept my old love letters;

Tucked away in a box like some forgotten treasure.

I scarcely dare to think "Who was that young

And daring fool

Who spread himself so unabashedly,

With such full measure;

Who opened up so blatantly

The secrets held inside

And spread them out onto the pages

For just your eyes to see."

All the private hopes and dreams;

Desires to be fulfilled;

All the dreams which we both knew

Were somehow meant to be.

We were young and we were foolish

Filled with floods of youth's desires,

Warmed by longings, fueled by hope,

Hearts ablaze with passion's fires.

Now you sit there on the floor

Reading every single line

As if it were the first time through.

All is new as you relive

Each paragraph as they unfold

To kiss a tearful eye...

And I, your silent sentinel,

Am left to wonder why.

I TRULY BELIEVE...

2026-10-16T05:38:50.803-05:00

...and these things I truly believe.

...that the sun will arise in the morning

To caress the essence of midnight dew.

...that the trees grow much taller than I am.

...that the robin's song is always new.

...that the heavens are drenched with an artist's pallet

When evening's sun sinks low.

...that you and I are forever, and that's

All that we need to know.

...that the children are our future.

Teach them well.

Give them heart

Show them truth.

All we are upon reaching adulthood

Are the things that we learned in our youth.

...that the yearning which comes from inside of us all

Is the passion, which shows us the way.

...that the caution which bids us to strive to survive

Gives us pause to reflect and obey.

...that my life would be hollow without you.

...that it's meaning would soon fade away.

Facing east, we both search for the sunlight...

Side by side we await the new day.

DARK SECRETS

2026-10-15T06:10:27.515-05:00

Every closet is filled with secrets,

Shadowy ghosts from a distant past

Kept locked away from prying eyes

As though revelation will destroy

The pristine perception we serve up as image,

Not wishing to show our seamier side,

Not wanting the world to think too unkindly

The fact that we may have something to hide.

Where do secrets go when unspoken?

Why do we utter in whispers so low

That only one set of ears captures their caption?

Why speak at all if no one should know?

The truth of the matter...

The proof in the pudding...

The secret of secrets is

Hidden like gold.

Secrets... Dark secrets

Are only a myth,

And no one knows of them

Until they are told.

EXPLORING

2026-10-14T05:05:30.461-05:00

Babies are funny when they first discover

That they have toes.

Although they have no idea

What they're for;

These strange appendages

Dangling helplessly, uselessly,

Somehow remotely attached.

Must be a nipple or something to suckle,

So, first opportunity, into the mouth.

Naturally, time will reveal their true purpose;

The marvelous sights and adventures in store

When a child finally learns

That a foot is for walking,

And finds that first step which opens the door

To a world of excitement;

A world fully new;

A trek across time to where learning begins;

A wondrous journey

Filled with amazement,

Where exploration never ends.

THE NEXT HILL

2026-10-13T05:45:52.804-05:00

I wonder what's over there, Chris Columbus.

What marvelous tale of adventure could be

Holding the gold, which is there for the taking;

The unabashed thrill of discovery.

Treacherous oceans offer no boundary

To those who are born with inquisitive minds.

Accepting the challenge, our hero sets sail

To the ends of the universe, only to find

That there is no end, only a bend,

Or a corner to turn to the next great adventure.

By now he is hooked and can never turn back

'Til completing the quest which began his indenture..

Green fields may call him to peace in the valley,

The creature of age may dampen his will,

But nothing on earth will quench his desire

To take up the gauntlet;

To climb the next hill.

THE GARDEN

2026-10-12T05:42:12.196-05:00

Stepping out into the green of the garden

My mind is a rush of olfactory senses

Mixing and mingling here in my head

'Til the fragrance of June and July come together.

The lilac trees which grace her borders,

Long since shed of their luscious bloom

Which captured the evening air of April

And left the most wonderful feeling of freshness,

Now only offering gentle reminders of

Springtime's renewal, bursting with energy

Sprung from the earth as the product of sunshine

And raindrops reviving a cold winter's sleep.

I bend and brush aside tender young foliage

Revealing the sweetness it hides from the sunlight.

My eyes are full moons surprised to discover

Tomatoes ripening there on the vines.

Anxious to pluck, to devour it's juices, yet

Finding restraint to wait just one more day

'Til its redness is full, it's flavor complete.

I pluck a blade of grass instead.

Standing and stretching, I reach for the treetops,

Taking in volumes of crisp morning air.

Finding a treasure that gold cannot purchase.

A secret to share... A promise to keep.

HANDICRAFT

2026-10-11T05:47:52.738-05:00

We were truly amazed at

The parcel we received from mother,

Overstuffed in nature,

Though not heavy for it's bulk.

Inside, neatly rolled, not folded,

Packed with tender loving care,

The most amazing patchwork quilt,

Made with love by hands which ached

With each and every needle push and pull;

At times too much to bear.

Skills acquired from generations

Somewhere in the distant past

When necessity beget art and

Care was more than memory.

Handed down from mom to daughter,

Rarely placed into a book.

Hour after hour learning,

Bonding everlastingly.

Little wonder we are blessed

With such amazing gifts to keep.

When the seeds are sewn in youth,

Maturing years are sure to reap.

FOOD, GLORIOUS FOOD

2026-10-10T05:53:06.817-05:00

I have an underlying passion for food.

Just look at my waistline;

It tells a tale

Of wicked obsession with

Oral delights tickling taste buds

To snap to attention.

Marvelous scents tease

Olfactory senses,

Begging, pleading,

Wanting for more.

Baked or broiled, fried or filleted,

Toasted or tossed to a turn,

Not to mention

I'm never left out when

They offer up seconds,

Or met a desert I didn't enjoy;

Obsessed with a fire raging out of control

Which no flood of water can possibly douse.

If this trend continues unchecked and unaltered

With no end in sight, no method employed to

Cure the beast that rages inside me,

I'm sure that I'll soon be

The size of a house.

WHITE PAPER / BLACK INK

2026-10-09T05:14:02.213-05:00

My blank stare reflects off

The linen white paper,

Stiffened and dulled to a

Blind state of boredom.

A texture, minute, barely detectable,

Plays on its surface,

So naked and bland,

'Til the ink from my pen

Finds it's voice and it's

Story flows on to the page

Like the rush of the tides,

Creating a tale of marvelous

Detail, splendid adventure

To share one and all.

Should the lily-white paper resist

The disfigurement?

Would it fair better to

Keep itself pure?

Life is a story which

Cannot be told until

Black ink and white paper

Learn to endure.

THE BEACHES OF CAPE COD

2026-10-08T06:08:07.000-05:00

We strolled hand in hand

Over creamy white sand

Which captured our footprints

So briefly in time, 'til the tides

And the whitecaps erased

Every trace of our lingering gaze

Into endless expanse.

Hillside bedecked by a

Towering lighthouse, a

Monument offering course and direction,

Left to remind of the days

Of our glory;

Seafaring heroes who praised her reflection.

Stiff breezes piercing the October morning,

Riding the waves rolling in from the east.

The surf is alive with the voice of a lion,

Rising to crash like the jaws of a beast.

Yet, somehow serene,

Alive, Enduring,

Knowingly constant,

Meant to survive.

Never a worry on

These sandy beaches;

Joyous to celebrate

Being alive.

FULL MOON MADNESS

2026-10-07T05:28:13.709-05:00

Once again the cycle is full.

The crescent has grown from

It's Cheshire cat grin

To a floodlight of madness

Filling the sky

With it's lunar reflection,

Blocking a billion

Stars from my vision,

Beckoning lunacy,

Calling the moonstruck

To walk in it's shadows,

To stumble about

Without clear direction,

Weeping and wailing

Without knowing why.

Werewolves and vampires,

The stars of tradition,

Reduce to a bit part

When Luna grows bright.

No one, it seems,

Can corner the market

When full moon madness

Captures the night.

...COMES IN THREES

2026-10-06T06:00:27.988-05:00

Good news...

Bad news...

Comes in threes.

Isn't it the way?

Life is fine when good news rolls in;

One after two after three

'Til euphoria sets its sights

On a dizzied brain...

Sunshine so dazzling it

blocks out the rain,

Even forgetting how mortal we are,

How end comes

To even the gayest refrain.

So sad when tragedy strikes at the heart,

When it compounds event on event

On event 'til the tray is

Too heavy to carry the burden and

Balance is lost

As you crash to your knees.

Praying for miracles to lift

Your spirit. To set

Your ship on an even keel.

Life is a seesaw;

A balancing act.

Good news... Bad news... Comes in threes.

Kiss

2026-10-05T06:01:08.432-05:00

The lips of my love are

The gateway to passion.

Ever so lightly they

Touch my soul

With a loving caress which can

Only be felt by

A kindred spirit

Who's arms enfold

And touch much deeper than

Mere flesh can know,

Finding a treasure

More precious than gold.

Sweetly the lips of my lover

Invite every passion

Inside me to rush to the fore.

Gently they touch,

Softly they urge as

Passion arises from every pore.

Kissing away every care we have known,

Leaving us spent,

But longing for more.

I'LL SMACK YOUR FACE

2026-10-04T05:29:33.056-05:00

You, looking at me with that

Self-righteous grin,

Eyes leering in undertones,

Sure of a win.

Head tilted, nose upturned in the air.

Lips seething attitude

Offering to dare.

Arms crossed, knuckles white,

Shoulders rigid, poised and straight;

Feet planted firmly,

No shifting of weight.

So self-assured...

So confident...

Full of venom...

Logic spent.

So high above all forgiveness and grace;

So much in need of a smack in the face.

IN GOD'S NAME, AMEN

2026-10-03T05:42:34.615-05:00

...Amazing what we humans do

And blame it on religion;

The way we take the word of God

And stretch it to our purpose,

Bending every syllable, each paragraph

And page to make the

Truth unrecognizable,

To rationalize our goals.

Just see how faith keeps changing

To suit the current times;

Sad reflection of our mores,

And not a guiding light.

Nations grow intolerant,

Perched high on their beliefs,

And, in God's name, prepared

To make a fight.

The God of my religion

Is compassionate and kind,

Tolerant and giving to the end.

And when I offer up a prayer

No enemies are mentioned;

Only thanks for what is given...

In God's name, Amen.

HONESTLY

2026-10-02T05:59:47.626-05:00

Honestly!

You'd think they'd never seen

A naked picture before.

Honestly!

Such prudish inhibitions

Make me wonder if they live

On this planet drenched in worldliness,

Seething in its seamy side,

Mass proliferation of the airways

And the media.

How could it be missed?

How could they be so blind?

How can they fail to deal with

The blitz of heart and mind?

Honestly!

WORK ETHICS

2026-10-01T05:35:26.888-05:00

Many a lesson I learned from my father...

Like when to be strong;

When it's proper to cry

For a man grown mature in his

Nurturing ways;

How to put dignity into our days

Which are labeled and numbered

'Til fate plays it's hand;

How to put back what we

Take from the land.

But by far the greatest lesson of all,

Taught by my father's example to me,

Was that work is a privilege,

Not a labor,

Nothing in life is for free.

Those who are hired by those willing to pay

Have a contract, a promise to fill,

And no one should need to look over your shoulder

To make sure you're paying the bill.

FOR WHAT WILL YOU FIGHT?

2026-09-30T05:16:13.489-05:00

This is my home; this small strip of Earth.

This is my property stretching from here

Down that pathway to there round and back

To this spot. It may not seem much, but

It's all that I've got of this planet

Where humans divide territory

And mark it with deeds filed away

In some vault.

This is my family. These are my friends.

These are the people held dear in my heart.

These are the lessons I've learned from

Acquaintances, shared expectations of

Being a part of the larger equation

Whose total is strong.

They are my people. Here I belong.

This is my truth; my heart-felt belief,

Drawn from experience of all I have known.

Truth ever-changing, maturing with time,

Always growing, but never full-grown.

Dare we conflict with the truth of another

Whose pathway is just as sure

His truth is right?

Are we combatant?

Do we retreat?

Be honest. For what will you fight?